ABSTRACT
Arthur Morrison belongs to the sordid, the realistic, the earthy-idealistic side of the literature of the 1890's; the side on which Crackanthorpe wrote nearly all his work: the side that, while not definitely nor consciously ranged against Oscar Wilde and his would-be witty disciples, is in essentials opposed to brilliant persiflage and cynical brilliance, to the amusing ghosts and the elaborate fairy tales, to poetic and semi-poetic prose, and to post-Rossettian æstheticism.
