These are the main outlines of Schnitzler's work as a dramatist. They indicate a constant, steady growth, coupled with increased realization of his own possibilities and powers as well as of his limitations. In all but a very few of his plays, he has confined himself to the life immediately surrounding him--to the life of the Viennese middle class, and more particularly of the professional element to which he himself belongs. But on the basis of a wonderfully faithful portrayal of local characters and conditions, he has managed to rear a superstructure of emotional appeal and intellectual clarification that must render his work welcome to thinking men and women wherever it be introduced. And as he is still in the flower of his manhood, it seems reasonable to expect that still greater things may be forthcoming from his pen. SCHNITZLER'S "ANATOL" Spearhead fences, yew-tree hedges, Coats of arms no more regilded, Sphinxes gleaming through the thickets.... Creakingly the gates swing open. With its tritons sunk in slumber, And its fountains also sleeping, Mildewed, lovely, and rococo, Lo ... Vienna, Canaletto's, Dated Seventeen and Sixty. Quiet pools of green-brown waters, Smooth and framed in snow-white marble, Show between their mirrored statues Gold and silver fishes playing. Slender stems of oleander Cast their prim array of shadows On the primly close-cropped greensward. Overhead, the arching branches Meet and twine to sheltering niches, Where are grouped in loving couples Stiff-limbed heroines and heroes.... Dolphins three pour splashing streamlets In three shell-shaped marble basins. Chestnut blossoms, richly fragrant, Fall like flames and flutter downward To be drowned within the basins.... Music, made by clarinettes and Violins behind the yew-trees, Seems to come from graceful cupids Playing on the balustrade, or Weaving flowers into garlands, While beside them other flowers Gayly stream from marble vases: Jasmin, marigold, and elder.... On the balustrade sit also Sweet coquettes among the cupids, And some messeigneurs in purple. At their feet, on pillows resting, Or reclining on the greensward, May be seen abbes and gallants. From perfumed sedans are lifted Other ladies by their lovers.... Rays of light sift through the leafage, Shed on golden curls their luster, Break in flames on gaudy cushions, Gleam alike on grass and gravel, Sparkle on the simple structure We have raised to serve the moment. Vines and creepers clamber upward, Covering the slender woodwork, While between them are suspended Gorgeous tapestries and curtains: Scenes Arcadian boldly woven, Charmingly designed by Watteau.... In the place of stage, an arbor; Summer sun in place of footlights; Thus we rear Thalia's temple