The Laughing Mill, and Other Stories — John Stuart Mill — John Shaqi
The Laughing Mill, and Other Stories
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THE LAUGHING MILL
And Other Stories.
by
JULIAN HAWTHORNE.
London:
Macmillan and Co.
1879.
[The right of Translation is reserved.]
CHARLES DICKENS AND EVANS,
CRYSTAL PALACE PRESS.
PREFACE.
What is called the human interest in fiction is doubtless more absorbing
than any other, but other legitimate sources of interest exist. The
marvellous always possesses a fascination, and justly; for while it is
neither human nature nor fact, it ministers to an æsthetic appetite of
the mind which neither fact nor human nature can gratify. Superstition
has been well abused; but that were a sad day which should behold
the destruction in us of the quality which keeps superstition alive.
Fortunately that day can never come--least of all under a Positivist
administration.
Such works as "The Tempest," "Faust," and "Consuelo" show their authors
at their best, because, being obliged by the subject to soar above the
level of vulgar possibility, the writers catch a gleam of transcendent
sunlight on their wings. And he who would mirror in his works the whole
of man must needs include the impossible along with the rest. Whoever
has lived thoughtfully feels that there has been something in his
experience beyond what appears in "Tom Jones," "Adam Bede," and "Vanity
Fair." They are earth without sky. I do not refer to that goody-goody
Sunday-school sky which weeps and smirks over the mimic worlds of so
many worthy novelists, male and female; but to that unfathomed mystery
opening all around us--the sky of Shakespeare and Dante, of Goethe and
Georges Sand. A reader with a healthy sense of justice feels that an
occasional excursion mystery-ward is no more than he has a right to
demand. And such excursions are wholesome for literature no less than
for him. For the story-teller, sensible of the risk he runs of making
his supernatural element appear crude and ridiculous, exerts himself to
the utmost, and his style and method purify and wax artistic under the
strain.