The end of a novel, like the end of a children's dinner-party, must be made up of sweetmeats and sugar-plums.
We all profess to believe when we're told that this world should be used merely as a preparation for the next; and yet there is something so cold and comfortless in the theory that we do not relish the prospect even for our children.
I am ready to obey as a child; :;but, not being a child, I think I ought to have a reason.