against this trait of your character. Because your workling does not
deserve to be mentioned in the same category with works of solid and
acknowledged merit, like, for instance, Rollin's Ancient History
or Prideaux' Connexion, and can, at best, enjoy but an ephemeral
existence, does it deserve to have no existence at all? On your
principle, we should have no butterflies, because their careless lives
last but a day."

"Well, Increase," said I, "if, like the butterfly, whose short and
erratic presence imparts another beauty to green fields and blue
skies, and blossoms, and songs of birds, my little book shall be able
to seduce a smile to the lips, or cheat away a pain from the bosom
of one of those whom you are so fond of calling 'pilgrims through a
dreary wilderness,' I shall feel amply compensated for the waste of my
time."

"If your expectations are so moderate, I see no harm in your indulging
them," said my friend; "but I cannot help wishing you had oftener
taken my advice in its composition."

"I have great respect for your opinion," I answered, "but I find it
impossible to pass the ideas of another through the crucible of my
mind and do them justice. Somehow or other, when I am expecting a
stream of gold, it turns out a _caput mortuum_ of lead. No, my better
course is to coin my copper in my own way. But, tell me frankly, what
offends you."

My Rev. friend had, by this time, forgotten his unfortunate volume of
sermons, and resumed his good nature.