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OHN BRUNT was a lucky fellow—is still for the matter of that. Everybody knows his books; that capital volume of Travels at the South Pole, the two series of essays on The Modern Wherewithal, and his Reign of Louis XI, which all the historical bigwigs have sanctioned. From the outset, Brunt was blessed with that happiest of combinations, a moderate income and a taste for