Nobody Knows,' be well deserved. But it is not true, as Jesus of Nazareth proved when He spoke in places far more remote and less populous than Charing Cross or Piccadilly, and sent His lightest words, without advertisement and at leisure, to the ends of the earth. Our author is one who moves with the times. He thinks that the voice as an instrument is out of date. He is sure that in a place which "only a tiny fraction of the city's people pass at any given point on any given day" is far too small for him who asks to be heard; and he will probably never learn that an authentic whisper of the truth murmured in a desert will have a better chance of survival than the sound of a megaphone blazed forth at once on a million housetops. Advertisements may beguile the fool into buying what he doesn't want; they may force us to listen for a moment to what is not worth hearing. Only the real need of the thing sold, or the enduring wisdom of the word spoken, will make them the general heritage of a nation.

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Except that they help a mob of unimportant persons to get rich quickly, a very doubtful boon to the world, advertisement has served no purpose at all. Yet when our author thinks of its possibilities, he becomes almost lyrical. "No," he exclaims at the top of his voice," the present-day marketplace is the newspaper and the

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magazine. Printed columns are the modern thoroughfares; published advertisements are the cross-roads where the sellers and the buyers meet. Any issue of a magazine is a world's fair, a bazaar filled with the products of the world's work." Yet when the magazine is cast away, the advertisement seems vain and empty. And the things and the words that need no acclaiming go gaily on their way along the road of time. Why, then, should the author of 'The Man Nobody Knows,' whose real interest is in the advertising columns of the newspaper and the magazine, give a thought to Jesus of Nazareth, whom he knows not, and whose quietness and security are unheard in the midst of his striving and his crying? He has written a book whose intermittent blasphemy and constant offensiveness are not palliated by any quick understanding or any sound knowledge. His book, let us hope, will prove an awful warning to those who would attempt to rival him in a work which is far beyond his reach and theirs, and which will certainly give offence to all those who are not besotted with false humour, and who lack the virtues of decency and respect. The Gospels are still an open book to those who will read with humility and understand with reverence. And with them at our elbow, we can cheerfully do without the humour of Chicago and the intolerable slang of Wall Street.

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J. E.: EMROD, 653.
JOHNSON, SAMUEL: MAN OF LETTERS,
663.

JOHNSON, W. BRANCH:

THE FIRST
ENGLISH ENCYCLOPEDIA, 321.
JONES, Major L. A. M.: THE TEN
THOUSAND ISLANDS, 411.

JUBILEE AT PEMBROKE HALL IN 1743,
THE, 104.

JUTLAND, THE TRUE CAUSE OF OUR
IMPOTENCE AT, 427.

KING, LOUIS MAGRATH: A FRONTIER
INCIDENT, 89.

KING-HALL, STEPHEN: THE THREE
FRENCH LADIES, 673.

KITE-BALLOON, THE FIRST NAVAL, 464.
K.R. & A.I., 801.
KUKIS, AMONG THE, 814.

Labour Party's lack of leadership, 559-
the comedy of Chester-le-Street, 560-
the peril of universal suffrage, 562

et seq.

authorship and money, 417 - Mr
Michael Sadleir's book, 418-Trollope's
mother, 419-the Victorian Age, 421.

VICKERS, Lieut.-Colonel A.: AMONG
THE KUKIS, 814.

W- ALICE, 567.
WALPOLIANA, 454.

WHIBLEY, CHARLES: SAMUEL JOHNSON
-MAN OF LETTERS, 663.

WHIBLEY, LEONARD: THE JUBILEE AT
PEMBROKE HALL IN 1743, 104.

WILLIAMS, THOMAS: THE PHANTOM
BRIDE, 614.

WILLIAMSON, JAMES A.; THE TERCEN-
TENARY OF BARBADOS, 186.

WOLFE, GENERAL-GRANDSIre of the
UNITED STATES, 336.
WORDSWORTH, A DAY WITH, 728.