interferes with the enjoyment of some people, and enhances that of others. It is not so much the cream-tarts themselves that we suspect, as the motive of the giver. "I am in the habit," said Prince Florizel, "of looking not so much to the nature of the gift as to the spirit in which it is offered." "The spirit, sir," returned the young man, with another bow, "is one of mockery." This doubt about Stevenson's truth and candor is one of the results of the artistic doctrines which he professed and practised. He himself regards his work as a toy; and how can we do otherwise? It seems to be a law of psychology that the only way in which the truth can be strongly told is in the course of a search for truth. The moment a man strives after some "effect," he disqualifies himself from making that effect;