I must conclude with the regret that I could not give my estimate of the character of Achilles as Homer made him. He possesses the beauty which the Greek love of man united with the gifts of heroism and intellect. He speaks with the power of the magnificent demagogues of a later age. He can be soft and graceful like a troubadour knight in some castle of Provence, and over him is the shadow of his early death which you see, as it was said the fate of Charles of England was seen in the brow and eyes that haunt you from the canvas of Van Dyke. I should like to analyze the man of many wiles and to reproduce the maidens and matrons whom the blind old bard has drawn, to prove that family life was a holy thing while some influence, though an impaired one from the unseen world, yet rested upon this; but I have suggested something to show that there may be a side of the story of life different to that fashioned by biological sociology.
House of the Paulists,
New York City.
