ight eyes； and this deep knowledge was dug up in the quiet study； where the bust of Pallas looks serenely down on the leather…scented shelves； and this heap belongs to the crowded street； and that to the daisied fieldthe heap that would tower up high above the rest as a mountain above hills would be the one at which we should look up and say： this noblest pile of allthese glorious paintings and this wondrous music； these trumpet words； these solemn thoughts； these daring deeds； they were forged and fashioned amid misery and pain in the sordid squalor of the city garret。 There； from their eyries； while the world heaved and throbbed below； the kings of men sent forth their eagle thoughts to wing their flight through the ages。 There； where the sunlight streaming through the broken panes fell on rotting boards and crumbling walls； there； from their lofty thrones； those rag…clothed Joves have hurled their thunderbolts and shaken； before now； the earth to its foundations。
Huddle them up in your lumber…rooms； oh； world！ Shut them fast in and turn the key of poverty upon them。 Weld close the bars； and let them fret their hero lives away within the narrow cage。 Leave them there to starve； and rot； and die。 Laugh at the frenzied beatings of their hands against the door。 Roll onward in your dust and noise and pass them by； forgotten。
But take care lest they turn and sting you。 All do not； like the fabled phoenix； warble sweet melodies in their agony； sometimes they spit venomvenom you must breathe whether you will or no； for you cannot seal their mouths； though you may fetter their limbs。 You can lock the door upon them； but they burst open their shaky lattices and call out over the house…tops so that men cannot but hear。 You hounded wild Rousseau into the meanest garret of the Rue St。 Jacques and jeered at his angry shrieks。 But the thin； piping tones swelled a hundred years later into the sullen roar of the French Revolution； and civilization to this day is quivering to the reverberations of his voice。
As for myself； however； I like an attic。 Not to live in： as residences they are inconvenient。 There is too much getting up and down stairs connected with them to please me。 It puts one unpleasantly in mind of the tread…mill。 The form of the ceiling offers too many facilities for bumping your head and too few for shaving。 And the note of the tomcat as he sings to his love in the stilly night outside on the tiles becomes positively distasteful when heard so near。
No； for living in give me a suit of rooms on the first floor of a Piccadilly mansion （I wish somebody would！）； but for thinking in let me have an attic up ten flights of stairs in the densest quarter of the city。 I have all Herr Teufelsdrockh's affection for attics。 There is a sublimity about their loftiness。 I love to 〃sit at ease and look down upon the wasps' nest beneath；〃 to listen to the dull murmur of the human tide ebbing and flowing ceaselessly through the narrow streets and lanes below。 How small men seem； how like a swarm of ants sweltering in endless confusion on their tiny hill！ How petty seems the work on which they are hurrying and skurrying！ How childishly they jostle against one another and turn to snarl and scratch！ They jabber and screech and curse； but their puny voices do not reach up here。 They fret； and fume； and rage； and pant； and die； 〃but I； mein Werther； sit above it all； I am alone with the stars。〃
The most extraordinary attic I ever came across was one a friend and I once shared many years ago。 Of all eccentrically planned things； from Bradshaw to the maze at Hampton Court； that room was the most eccentric。 The architect who designed it must have been a genius； though I cannot help thinking that his talents would have been better employed in contriving puzzles than in shaping human habitations。 No figure in Euclid could give any idea of that apartment。 It contained seven corners； two of the walls sloped to a point； and the window was just over the fireplace。 The only possible position for the bedstead was between the door and the cupboard。 To get anything out of the cupboard we had to scramble over the bed； and a large percentage of the various commodities thus obtained was absorbed by the bedclothes。 Indeed； so many things were spilled and dropped upon the bed that toward night…time it had become a sort of small cooperative store。 Coal was what it always had most in stock。 We used to keep our coal in the bottom part of the cupboard； and when any was wanted we had to climb over the bed； fill a shovelful； and then crawl back。 It was an exciting moment when we reached the middle of the bed。 We would hold our breath； fix our eyes upon the shovel； and poise ourselves for the last move。 The next instant we； and the coals； and the shovel； and the bed would be all mixed up together。
I've heard of the people going into raptures over beds of coal。 We slept in one every night and were not in the least stuck up about it。
But our attic； unique though it was； had by no means exhausted the architect's sense of humor。 The arrangement of the whole house was a marvel of originality。 All the doors opened outward； so that if any one wanted to leave a room at the same moment that you were coming downstairs it was unpleasant for you。 There was no ground…floorits ground…floor belonged to a house in the next court； and the front door opened direct upon a flight of stairs leading down to the cellar。 Visitors on entering the house would suddenly shoot past the person who had answered the door to them and disappear down these stairs。 Those of a nervous temperament used to imagine that it was a trap laid for them； and would shout murder as they lay on their backs at the bottom till somebody came and picked them up。
It is a long time ago now that I last saw the inside of an attic。 I have tried various floors since but I have not found that they have made much difference to me。 Life tastes much the same； whether we quaff it from a golden goblet or drink it out of a stone mug。 The hours come laden with the same mixture of joy and sorrow； no matter where we wait for them。 A waistcoat of broadcloth or of fustian is alike to an aching heart； and we laugh no merrier on velvet cushions than we did on wooden chairs。 Often have I sighed in those low…ceilinged rooms； yet disappointments have come neither less nor lighter since I quitted them。 Life works upon a compensating balance； and the happiness we gain in one direction we lose in another。 As our means increase； so do our desires； and we ever stand midway between the two。 When we reside in an attic we enjoy a supper of fried fish and stout。 When we occupy the first floor it takes an elaborate dinner at the Continental to give us the same amount of satisfaction。
ON DRESS AND DEPORTMENT。
They saypeople who ought to be ashamed of themselves dothat the consciousness of being well dressed imparts a blissfulness to the human heart that religion is powerless to bestow。 I am afraid these cynical persons are sometimes correct。 I know that when I was a very young man （many； many years ago； as the story…books say） and wanted cheering up； I used to go and dress myself in all my best clothes。 If I had been annoyed in any mannerif my washerwoman had discharged me； for instance； or my blank…verse poem had been returned for the tenth time； with the editor's compliments 〃and regrets that owing to want of space he is unable to avail himself of kind offer；〃 or I had been snubbed by the woman I loved as man never loved beforeby the way； it's really extraordinary what a variety of ways of loving there must be。 We all do it as it was never done before。 I don't know how our great…grandchildren will manage。 They will have to do it on their heads by their time if they persist in not clashing with any previous method。
Well； as I was saying； when these unpleasant sort of things happened and I felt crushed； I put on all my best clothes and went out。 It brought back my vanishing self…esteem。 In a glossy new hat and a pair of trousers with a fold down the front （carefully preserved by keeping them under the bedI don't mean on the floor； you know； but between the bed and the mattress）； I felt I was somebody and that there were other washerwomen： ay； and even other girls to love； and who would perhaps appreciate a clever； good…looking young fellow。 I didn't care； that was my reckless way。 I would make love to other maidens。 I felt that in those clothes I could do it。
They have a wonderful deal to do with courting； clothes have。 It is half the battle。 At all events； the young man thinks so； and it generally takes him a couple of hours to get himself up for the occasion。 His first half…hour is occupied in trying to decide whether to wear his light suit with a cane and drab billycock； or his black tails with a chimney…pot hat and his new umbrella。 He is sure to be unfortunate in either decision。 If he wears his light suit and takes the stick it comes on to rain； and he reaches the house in a damp and muddy condition and spends the evening trying to hide his boots。 If； on the other hand； he decides in favor of the top hat and umbrellanobody would ever dream of going out in a top hat without an umbrella； it would be like letting baby （bless it！） toddle out without its nurse。 How I do hate a top hat！ One lasts me a very long while； I can tell you。 I only wear it whenwell； never mind when I wear it。 It lasts me a very long while。 I've had my present one five years。 It was rather old…fashioned last summer； but the shape has come round again now and I look quite stylish。
But to return to our young man and his courting。 If he starts off with the top hat and umbrella the afternoon turns out fearfully hot； and the perspiration takes all the soap out of his mustache and converts the beautifully arranged curl over his forehead into a limp wisp resembling a lump of seaweed。 The Fates are never favorable to the poor wretch。 If he does by any chance reach the door in proper condition； she has gone out with her cousin and won't be back till late。
How a young lover made ridiculous by the gawkiness of modern costume must envy the picturesque gallants of seventy years ago！ Look at them （