Exception has been taken to the title of this seeming tomfoolery on the ground that the Catherine it represents is not Great Catherine, but the Catherine whose gallantries provide some of the lightest pages of modern history. Great Catherine, it is said, was the Catherine whose diplomacy, whose campaigns and conquests, whose plans of Liberal reform, whose correspondence with Grimm and Voltaire enabled her to cut such a magnificent figure in the eighteenth century.

(Ein schoner Oktobermorgen im nordostlichen Viertel Londons. In diesem ausgedehnten Bezirk sind die Seitengasschen viel weniger schmal, schmutzig, ubelriechend und stickig als in dem viele Meilen entfernten London von Mayfair und St. James. Hier spielt sich besonders das unelegante Leben der Mittelklassen ab. Die breiten, dichtbevolkerten Strassen sind mit hasslichen eisernen Bedurfnisanstalten, radikalen Klubs und Trambahnlinien, auf denen Ketten von gelben Wagen endlos einziehen, reichlich versehn."

A revolutionist is one who desires to discard the existing social order and try another. The constitution of England is revolutionary. To a Russian or Anglo-Indian bureaucrat, a general election is as much a revolution as a referendum or plebiscite in which the people fight instead of voting. The French Revolution overthrew one set of rulers and substituted another with different interests and different views. That is what a general election enables the people to do in England every seven years if they choose. Revolution is therefore a national institution in England; and its advocacy by an...

(Es ist am 12. Mai 1796 in Norditalien, in Tavazzano, auf der Strasse von Lodi nach Mailand; die Nachmittagssonne strahlt hell herab auf die Ebenen der Lombardei. Sie behandelt die Alpen mit Respekt and die Ameisenhugel mit Nachsicht und wird weder durch die sich sonnenden Schweine und Ochsen in den Dorfern belastigt, noch verletzt durch das kuhle Verhalten der Kirchen gegenuber ihrem Licht."

(An einem schonen Augustmorgen des Jahres 1896 im Operationszimmer eines Zahnarztes. Es ist nicht das ubliche winzige Londoner Loch, sondern das beste Zimmer einer moblierten Wohnung an der Strandpromenade in einem vornehmen Seebad. Der Operationsstuhl mit Gasschlauch und Zylinder steht zwischen der Mitte des Zimmers und einer der Ecken. Wenn man durch das dem Stuhl gegenuberliegende Fenster in das Zimmer hineinsieht, erblickt man den Kamin in der Mitte der dem Beschauer gegenuberstehenden Wand. Links eine Tur."

The Admirable Bashville is a product of the British law of copyright. As that law stands at present, the first person who patches up a stage version of a novel, however worthless and absurd that version may be, and has it read by himself and a few confederates to another confederate who has paid for admission in a hall licensed for theatrical performances, secures the stage rights of that novel, even as against the author himself; and the author must buy him out before he can touch his own work for the purposes of the stage.

This novel was written in the year 1880, only a few years after I had exported myself from Dublin to London in a condition of extreme rawness and inexperience concerning the specifically English side of the life with which the book pretends to deal. Everybody wrote novels then. It was my second attempt; and it shared the fate of my first. That is to say, nobody would publish it, though I tried all the London publishers and some American ones. And I should not greatly blame them if I could feel sure that it was the book's faults and not its qualities that repelled them.

The forenoon of the first of April, 1911. General Mitchener is at his writing table in the War Office, opening letters. On his left is the fireplace, with a fire burning. On his right, against the opposite wall is a standing desk with an office stool. The door is in the wall behind him, half way between the table and the desk. The table is not quite in the middle of the room: it is nearer to the hearthrug than to the desk. There is a chair at each end of it for persons having business with the general. There is a telephone on the table. Long silence.

I arrived in Dublin on the evening of the fifth of August, and drove to the residence of my uncle, the Cardinal Archbishop. He is like most of my family, deficient in feeling, and consequently averse to me personally. He lives in a dingy house, with a side-long view of the portico of his cathedral from the front windows, and of a monster national school from the back.

Moncrief House, Panley Common. Scholastic establishment for the sons of gentlemen, etc. Panley Common, viewed from the back windows of Moncrief House, is a tract of grass, furze and rushes, stretching away to the western horizon. One wet spring afternoon the sky was full of broken clouds, and the common was swept by their shadows, between which patches of green and yellow gorse were bright in the broken sunlight. The hills to the northward were obscured by a heavy shower, traces of which were drying off the slates of the school, a square white building, formerly a gentleman's country-house.