Two masters whose letters have recently been
printed may illustrate these two different phases of
expression, though each could do both as well. And
this first, from Browning's love letters, describes what
the perfect letter should be :

"I persisted in not reading my letter in the presence of oj
friend. ... I kept the letter in my hand, and only read it
with those sapient ends of the fingers which the mesmerists
make so much ado about, and which really did seem to toach
a little of what was inside. Not all, however, happily for me!
or my friend would have seen in my eyes what they did not
see."

To this the twittering, delightful familiarities oi
Stevenson :

"Two Stmdays ago the sad word was brought that the son
was out again ; this time she had brought another in her flight
Moors and I and Fanny were strolling up to the garden, and
there by the waterside we saw the black sow looking^ guilty.
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It seemed to me beyond words; but Fanny's cri du ccBur was
delicious. *G-r-r I* she cried ; 'nobody loves you T "

It was the same art in big and little, for each stripped
off pretense and boldly revealed his moment's per-
sonality.
