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 easily or advantageously regard Louis with affection; but when Commines epitomizes history in an ejaculation, "Our good master, Louis, whom God pardon!" it rests our souls to say, "Amen!"

We cannot easily love Swift. The great "professional hater" frightens us out of the timid regard which we should like—in honour of English literature—to cherish for his memory. But there is a noble sentence of Thackeray's which, if it does not soften our hearts, cannot fail to clarify our minds, to free us from the stupid, clogging misapprehension which we confuse with moral distaste. "Through the storms and tempests of his [Swift's] furious mind the stars of religion and love break out in the blue, shining serenely, though hidden by the driving clouds and maddening hurricane of his life." One clear and penetrating note ("Childe Roland to the Dark Tower came") is worth much careful auditing of accounts.