ABSTRACT
THE charm of the eighteenth century to many minds lies in its limitations. It is rounded off and complete, in contrast to the ages when no unity can be distinguished in the ceaseless process of becoming and ceasing. The picture which thus attracts us is of a select civilisation of taste and finish, shallow and worldly, perhaps even infidel and depraved, but well versed in the arts of life, and restful to look back upon out of the hurly-burly.
