for children � even to the boat incident.)       Love and honor to
thy name Defoe � thou hast left a legacy of pleasure and thought-
fulness to ages yet unborn.  What a truthful, homely narration
of mind and incident is it; and how English is Crusoe in every-
thing.  The style of the narrative is immutable, as is the story.
Nor is Defoe seduced, (as his imitators have been)  into painting
Solitude in too bright colors � yet what an intensely attractive book
is it, ever. 	How well Defoe describes character, � an English
sailor to wit � to the life. �The Englishman replied, like a true
rough-hewn tarpaulin �they might starve and be damn�d � they
should not plant or build in that place.� / 	The religious
part of Crusoe is given with unstudied power, � nor would the book
be, as it is, a Complete one, without it.       And the gravity
and loneliness of the style is to my thinking more manly, more
English and expressive, that the pert, auctioneer�s clip-word dialect
in use both on type and tongue now-a-days.   Verily old Chaucer,
simple, and deliberate dialect is ten-times preferable.  We can�t
think excepting in exaggerated short-hand.   Read a line of Milton
� the most common-place one to be found, and is not the very utterance
of it musical.          / 		This morning, as I sat in
my room, door half open, I heard Mrs Holt, the landlady
scolding some unhappy female boarder below.   It was done
with all violence and coarse opprobrium � possibly-lack of