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 days, and Meredith's greater contemporary, Thomas Hardy. "Tess" had just appeared, and it would be about that time that "Jude" was running as a serial in Harper's Magazine, though with many elisions and under its tentative titles of "The Simpleton" and "Hearts Insurgent"; and we all fell completely under a fascination which has never failed of its weird and mysterious charm, so that I have read all his works, down to his latest poems, over and over again. Hardy is, perhaps, the greatest intelligence on our planet now that Tolstoy, from whom he so vastly differed, is gone, and Altgeld's whole career might have served him, had he ever chosen to write of those experiences that are less implicit in human nature, and more explicit in the superficial aspects of public careers, as an example of his own pagan theory of the contrariety of human affairs and the spite of the Ironic Spirits.

I was reading, too, the novels of Mr. William Dean Howells, as I always have been whenever there was a moment to spare, and it was with a shock of peculiar delight and a sense of corroboration almost authoritative that I learned that Mr. Howells also had given voice to those very same profound and troubling convictions which Charlie R had set me on the track of two years before.

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It was not in any one of Mr. Howells's novels or essays, except inferentially, that I learned this, but