Andrew Lang

Essays in Little Andrew Lang

Alexandre Dumas is a writer, and his life is a topic, of which his devotees never weary. Indeed, onelifetime is not long enough wherein to tire of them. The long days and years of Hilpa and Shalum, in Addison-the antediluvian age, when a picnic lasted for half a century and a courtship for twohundred years, might have sufficed for an exhaustive study of Dumas. No such study have I tooffer, in the brief seasons of our perishable days. I own that I have not read, and do not, in thecircumstances, expect to read, all of Dumas, nor even the greater part of his thousand volumes. Weonly dip a cup in that sparkling spring, and drink, and go on, -we cannot hope to exhaust thefountain, nor to carry away with us the well itself. It is but a word of gratitude and delight that wecan say to the heroic and indomitable master, only an ave of friendship that we can call across thebourne to the shade of the Porthos of fiction. That his works (his best works) should be even stillmore widely circulated than they are; that the young should read them, and learn frankness, kindness, generosity-should esteem the tender heart, and the gay, invincible wit; that the oldshould read them again, and find forgetfulness of trouble, and taste the anodyne of dreams, that iswhat we desi