Joseph Vance

Cramped age and youth have their peculiar accent.

Keats, with all his glory, could not have written Joseph Vance, and Mr.

De Morgan, with all his skill in ceramics, could not have fashioned the Ode on a Grecian Urn.

Sir Thomas Browne, who loved miracles, did not hesitate to classify the supposed importance of the grand climacteric as a vulgar error.

For we read not that any begat children before the age of sixty-five." End quote.

The strange case of William de Morgan would have deeply interested Sir Thomas, and he would have given it both full and minute consideration.

For it was just after he had safely passed the climacterical year of sixty-three that our now famous novelist began what is to us the most important chapter of his life, the first chapter of Joseph Vance.

And like the patriarchs, it was only after he had reached the age of sixty-five that he became fruitful, producing those wonderful children of his brain that are today everywhere known and loved.

Crabbed age and youth have their peculiar accent.

Keats, with all his glory, could not have written Joseph Vance, and Mr.

De Morgan, with all his skill in ceramics, could not have fashioned the Ode on a Grecian Urn.

Sir Thomas Browne, who loved miracles, did not hesitate to classify the supposed importance of the grand climacteric as a vulgar error.

Among various strong reasons against this superstition, Dr. Browne presents the impressive argument shown by the patriarchs, quote, "The lives of our forefathers presently after the flood, and more especially before it, who attaining unto eight or nine hundred years, had not their climacterics computable by digits, or as we do account them, for the great climacterical was passed unto them before they begat children, or gave any testimony of their virility.

For we read not that any begat children before the age of sixty-five." The strange case of William de Morgan would have deeply interested Sir Thomas, and he would have given it both full and minute consideration.

For it was just after he had safely passed the climacterical year of sixty-three that our now famous novelist began what is to us the most important chapter of his life, the first chapter of Joseph Vance.

And like the patriarchs, it was only after he had reached the age of sixty-five that he became fruitful, producing those wonderful children of his brain that are today everywhere known and loved.