Salad for the solitary and the social: . i. PASTIMES OF THE PEN. Of all writers, the poet, wrote Washington Irving, be-comes the most fascinated with his gentle vocation. Othersmay write from the head, but he writes from the heart, and theheart will always understand him. His writings contain thespirit, the aroma, if I may use the phrase, of the age in whichhe lives. They are caskets which enclose within a small com-pass the wealth of the language—its family jewels, which arethus transmitted in a portable form to posterity. There is apleasure in poetic pains, we have been told ; and not seldom
Salad for the solitary and the social: . i. PASTIMES OF THE PEN. Of all writers, the poet, wrote Washington Irving, be-comes the most fascinated with his gentle vocation. Othersmay write from the head, but he writes from the heart, and theheart will always understand him. His writings contain thespirit, the aroma, if I may use the phrase, of the age in whichhe lives. They are caskets which enclose within a small com-pass the wealth of the language—its family jewels, which arethus transmitted in a portable form to posterity. There is apleasure in poetic pains, we have been told ; and not seldomhave the votaries of the muse had to learn in suffering whatthey teach in song; yet what poet has not strung his lyre tothe honor of his muse, and with Chaucer rather have At his beddes headA twenty bokes, clothed in blacke and red,Of Aristotle, and his phylosophie,Than robes rich, or fiddle, or psalterie. 24 370 PASTIMES OF THE PEN. The pleasures of writing are among the chief incentives toauthorship. There are millions of men, says Byr
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