ABSTRACT
When the soliloquizer in the Spanish Cloister wished to consign Brother Laurence, his soul's abhorrence, to sudden and certain damnation, he determined to place within his enemy's reach his "scrofulous French novel," to look at which is the ruin of the soul. Although the poet does not so declare it in as many words, the author have always believed that this scrofulous French novel was loosely clad in a cover of yellow paper, flimsy beyond question, and as easily destroyable as the soul of Brother Laurence. In one of the pleasantest essays of "As we were saying," Mr. Warner discusses the "Clothes of Fiction," and remarks on the summer and the winter apparel of romance. Here the paper-cover of the published book has been influenced by the extraordinary development of the pictorial poster in France.
