waiting, and still less that they wait in vain. Occasionally, too, the waking call comes too late — the chance which gives “permission” to take action — when their best youth, and strength for action have been used up in sitting still; and how many a one, just as he “sprang up,” has found with horror that his limbs are benumbed and his spirits are now too heavy!

“It is too late,” he has said to himself — and has become self-distrustful and henceforth for ever useless. — In the domain of genius, may not the “Raphael without hands” (taking the expression in its widest sense) perhaps not be the exception, but the rule? — Perhaps genius is by no means so rare: but rather the five hundred HANDS which it requires in order to tyrannize over the