THE INSPIRATION OF DEATH
[To the Editor of the SPECTATOR.]
SIR,—The young writer who, in your issue dated June 8th, gives expression to the " Younger Point of View " has chosen a theme much too advanced for her years and experience. With all respect for the distinguished patronymic she bears, one may venture to surmise that most of your older readers would rather wish she had given us her fresh views of life than that she should have taken for her motto, " Let us go down to the cemetery and write." And if she must write, she should not mar the promise of her opening paragraph by making us suspect she has not lived long enough to knovi the difference between a census and a consensus —of opinion. This may be a carping criticism ; but if her " idea of death " is as if a " spring blind had rattled up in our minds "-" Magnified infinitely "—she might have kept it to herself and spared us, who are nearer to the wayside inn where blinds are drawn, and rest (we hope) begins. It may be her idea of an " ecstatic experience," but it is not shared by us whose nerves are already shattered by the noises of life.
Finally, may one inquire where she gets her authority for the dogmatic assertion that " at present we are all in the position of the squirrel in the Indian story " ? I will not ask you, Sir, to print that fable again : it is trite, and quite irrelevant to the " Inspiration of. Death."—I am, Sir, &c., 91 Hilravock Street, W. 10. THOMAS CA RR.
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