called　Mendelssohn；　but　I　knew　him　by　his　legs。　　He　is　in　the
  costume　of　a　dandy　of　some　five…and…forty　years　ago；　is　smoking　a
  cigar；　and　appears　to　be　making　an　offer　of　marriage　to　his　cook。
  Beethoven　both　my　friend　Mr。　H。　Festing　Jones　and　I　have　had　the
  good　fortune　to　meet；　he　is　an　engineer　now；　and　does　not　know　one
  note　from　another；　he　has　quite　lost　his　deafness；　is　married；　and
  is；　of　course；　a　little　squat　man　with　the　same　refractory　hair　that
  he　always　had。　　It　was　very　interesting　to　watch　him；　and　Jones
  remarked　that　before　the　end　of　dinner　he　had　become　positively
  posthumous。　　One　morning　I　was　told　the　Beethovens　were　going　away；
  and　before　long　I　met　their　two　heavy　boxes　being　carried　down　the
  stairs。　　The　boxes　were　so　squab　and　like　their　owners；　that　I　half
  thought　for　a　moment　that　they　were　inside；　and　should　hardly　have
  been　surprised　to　see　them　spring　up　like　a　couple　of　Jacks…in…the…
  box。　　〃Sono　indentro？〃　said　I；　with　a　frown　of　wonder；　pointing　to
  the　boxes。　　The　porters　knew　what　I　meant；　and　laughed。　　But　there
  is　no　end　to　the　list　of　people　whom　I　have　been　able　to　recognise；
  and　before　I　had　got　through　it　myself；　I　found　I　had　walked　some
  distance；　and　had　involuntarily　paused　in　front　of　a　second…hand
  bookstall。
  I　do　not　like　books。　　I　believe　I　have　the　smallest　library　of　any
  literary　man　in　London；　and　I　have　no　wish　to　increase　it。　　I　keep
  my　books　at　the　British　Museum　and　at　Mudie's；　and　it　makes　me　very
  angry　if　any　one　gives　me　one　for　my　private　library。　　I　once　heard
  two　ladies　disputing　in　a　railway　carriage　as　to　whether　one　of　them
  had　or　had　not　been　wasting　money。　　〃I　spent　it　in　books；〃　said　the
  accused；　〃and　it's　not　wasting　money　to　buy　books。〃　　〃Indeed；　my
  dear；　I　think　it　is；〃　was　the　rejoinder；　and　in　practice　I　agree
  with　it。　　Webster's　Dictionary；　Whitaker's　Almanack；　and　Bradshaw's
  Railway　Guide　should　be　sufficient　for　any　ordinary　library；　it　will
  be　time　enough　to　go　beyond　these　when　the　mass　of　useful　and
  entertaining　matter　which　they　provide　has　been　mastered。
  Nevertheless；　I　admit　that　sometimes；　if　not　particularly　busy；　I
  stop　at　a　second…hand　bookstall　and　turn　over　a　book　or　two　from
  mere　force　of　habit。
  I　know　not　what　made　me　pick　up　a　copy　of　AEschylusof　course　in　an
  English　versionor　rather　I　know　not　what　made　AEschylus　take　up
  with　me；　for　he　took　me　rather　than　I　him；　but　no　sooner　had　he　got
  me　than　he　began　puzzling　me；　as　he　has　done　any　time　this　forty
  years；　to　know　wherein　his　transcendent　merit　can　be　supposed　to
  lie。　　To　me　he　is；　like　the　greater　number　of　classics　in　all　ages
  and　countries；　a　literary　Struldbrug；　rather　than　a　true　ambrosia…
  fed　immortal。　　There　are　true　immortals；　but　they　are　few　and　far
  between；　most　classics　are　as　great　impostors　dead　as　they　were　when
  living；　and　while　posing　as　gods　are；　five…sevenths　of　them；　only
  Struldbrugs。　　It　comforts　me　to　remember　that　Aristophanes　liked
  AEschylus　no　better　than　I　do。　　True；　he　praises　him　by　comparison
  with　Sophocles　and　Euripides；　but　he　only　does　so　that　he　may　run
  down　these　last　more　effectively。　　Aristophanes　is　a　safe　man　to
  follow；　nor　do　I　see　why　it　should　not　be　as　correct　to　laugh　with
  him　as　to　pull　a　long　face　with　the　Greek　Professors；　but　this　is
  neither　here　nor　there；　for　no　one　really　cares　about　AEschylus；　the
  more　interesting　question　is　how　he　contrived　to　make　so　many　people
  for　so　many　years　pretend　to　care　about　him。
  Perhaps　he　married　somebody's　daughter。　　If　a　man　would　get　hold　of
  the　public　ear；　he　must　pay；　marry；　or　fight。　　I　have　never
  understood　that　AEschylus　was　a　man　of　means；　and　the　fighters　do
  not　write　poetry；　so　I　suppose　he　must　have　married　a　theatrical
  manager's　daughter；　and　got　his　plays　brought　out　that　way。　　The　ear
  of　any　age　or　country　is　like　its　land；　air；　and　water；　it　seems
  limitless　but　is　really　limited；　and　is　already　in　the　keeping　of
  those　who　naturally　enough　will　have　no　squatting　on　such　valuable
  property。　　It　is　written　and　talked　up　to　as　closely　as　the　means　of
  subsistence　are　bred　up　to　by　a　teeming　population。　　There　is　not　a
  square　inch　of　it　but　is　in　private　hands；　and　he　who　would　freehold
  any　part　of　it　must　do　so　by　purchase；　marriage；　or　fighting；　in　the
  usual　wayand　fighting　gives　the　longest；　safest　tenure。　　The
  public　itself　has　hardly　more　voice　in　the　question　who　shall　have
  its　ear；　than　the　land　has　in　choosing　its　owners。　　It　is　farmed　as
  those　who　own　it　think　most　profitable　to　themselves；　and　small
  blame　to　them；　nevertheless；　it　has　a　residuum　of　mulishness　which
  the　land　has　not；　and　does　sometimes　dispossess　its　tenants。　　It　is
  in　this　residuum　that　those　who　fight　place　their　hope　and　trust。
  Or　perhaps　AEschylus　squared　the　leading　critics　of　his　time。　　When
  one　comes　to　think　of　it；　he　must　have　done　so；　for　how　is　it
  conceivable　that　such　plays　should　have　had　such　runs　if　he　had　not？
  I　met　a　lady　one　year　in　Switzerland　who　had　some　parrots　that
  always　travelled　with　her　and　were　the　idols　of　her　life。　　These
  parrots　would　not　let　any　one　read　aloud　in　their　presence；　unless
  they　heard　their　own　names　introduced　from　time　to　time。　　If　these
  were　freely　interpolated　into　the　text　they　would　remain　as　still　as
  stones；　for　they　thought　the　reading　was　about　themselves。　　If　it
  was　not　about　them　it　could　not　be　allowed。　　The　leaders　of
  literature　are　like　these　parrots；　they　do　not　look　at　what　a　man
  writes；　nor　if　they　did　would　they　understand　it　much　better　than
  the　parrots　do；　but　they　like　the　sound　of　their　own　names；　and　if
  these　are　freely　interpolated　in　a　tone　they　take　as　friendly；　they
  may　even　give　ear　to　an　outsider。　　Otherwise　they　will　scream　him
  off　if　they　can。
  I　should　not　advise　any　one　with　ordinary　independence　of　mind　to
  attempt　the　public　ear　unless　he　is　confident　that　he　can　out…lung
  and　out…last　his　own　generation；　for　if　he　has　any　force；　people
  will　and　ought　to　be　on　their　guard　against　him；　inasmuch　as　there
  is　no　knowing　where　he　may　not　take　them。　　Besides；　they　have　staked
  their　money　on　the　wrong　men　so　often　without　suspecting　it；　that
  when　there　comes　one　whom　they　do　suspect　it　would　be　madness　not　to
  bet　against　him。　　True；　he　may　die　before　he　has　out…screamed　his
  opponents；　but　that　has　nothing　to　do　with　it。　　If　his　scream　was
  well　pitched　it　will　sound　clearer　when　he　is　dead。　　We　do　not　know
  what　death　is。　　If　we　know　so　little　about　life　which　we　have
  experienced；　how　shall　we　know　about　death　which　we　have　notand　in
  the　nature　of　things　never　can？　　Every　one；　as　I　said　years　ago　in
  〃Alps　and　Sanctuaries；〃　is　an　immortal　to　himself；　for　he　cannot
  know　that　he　is　dead　until　he　is　dead；　and　when　dead　how　can　he　know
  anything　about　anything？　　All　we　know　is；　that　even　the　humblest
  dead　may　live　long　after　all　trace　of　the　body　has　disappeared；　we
  see　them　doing　it　in　the　bodies　and　memories　of　those　that　come
  after　them；　and　not　a　few　live　so　much　longer　and　more　effectually
  than　is　desirable；　that　it　has　been　necessary　to　get　rid　of　them　by
  Act　of　Parliament。　　It　is　love　that　alone　gives　life；　and　the　truest
  life　is　that　which　we　live　not　in　ourselves　but　vicariously　in
  others；　and　with　which　we　have　no　concern。　　Our　concern　is　so　to
  order　ourselves　that　we　may　be　of　the　number　of　them　that　enter　into
  lifealthough　we　know　it　not。
  AEschylus　did　so　order　himself；　but　his　life　is　not　of　that
  inspiriting　kind　that　can　be　won　through　fighting　the　good　fight
  onlyor　being　believed　to　have　fought　it。　　His　voice　is　the　echo　of
  a　drone；　drone…begotten　and　drone…sustained。　　It　is　not　a　tone　that
  a　man　must　utter　or　dienay；　even　though　he　die；　and　likely　enough
  half　the　allusions　and　hard　passages　in　AEschylus　of　which　we　can
  make　neither　head　nor　tail　are　in　reality　only　puffs　of　some　of　the
  literary　leaders　of　his　time。
  The　lady　above　referred　to　told　me　more　about　her　parrots。　　She　was
  like　a　Nasmyth's　hammer　going　slowvery　gentle；　but　irresistible。
  She　always　read　the　newspaper　to　them。　　What　was　the　use　of　having　a
  newspaper　if　one　did　not　read　it　to　one's　parrots？
  〃And　have　you　divined；〃　I　asked；　〃to　which　side　they　incline　in
  politics？〃
  〃They　do　not　like　Mr。　Gladstone；〃　was　the　somewhat　freezing　answer；
  〃this　is　the　only　point　on　which　we　disagree；　for　I　adore　him。
  Don't　ask　more　about　this；　it　is　a　great　grief　to　me。　　I　tell　them
  everything；〃　she　continued；　〃and　hide　no　secret　from　them。〃
  〃But　can　any　parrot　be　trusted　to　keep　a　secret？〃
  〃Mine　can。〃
  〃And　on　Sundays　do　you　give　them　the　same　course　of　reading　as　on　a
  week…day；　or　do　you　make　a　difference？〃
  〃On　Sundays　I　always　read　them　a　genealogical　chapter　from　the　Old
  or　New　Testament；　for　I　can　thus　introduce　their　names　without
  profanity。　　I　always　keep　tea　by　me　in　case　they　should　ask　for　it
  in　the　night；　and　I　have　an　Etna　to　warm　it　for　them；　they　take　milk
  and　sugar。　　The　old　white…headed　clergyman　came　to　see　them　last
  night；　it　was　very　painful；　for　Jocko　reminded　him　so　strongly　of
  his　late　。　。　。　〃
  I　thought　she　was　going　to　say　〃wife；〃　but　it　proved　to　have　been
  only　of　a　parrot　that　he　had　once　known　and　loved。
  One　evenin