—in architecture and in man. In her interesting miscellany, "A Christmas Greeting," she reproves those who would take from the charming old-worldliness of Shakespeare's birthplace by erecting in Stratford-on-Avon ugly villas and shops suggestive of Clapham or Peckham Rye. She would—as we all would—have Stratford kept as much as possible like Stratford was when Shakespeare wandered by Avon's banks or brooded over the fire in his home near to the old Guild Church.
"Ardath" was written in a hot glow of inspiration. Its theme is drawn from the Book of Esdras, one of the apocryphal Jewish writings which, while not used for "establishment of doctrine," are held to be of value for historical purposes and for "instruction of manners." Like a constantly recurring refrain in a musical composition, the passage in Esdras chosen by the authoress for her text greets the reader ever and anon as he turns the pages: "So I went my way into the Field which is called 'Ardath,' and sat among the flowers."
On this passage Miss Corelli built her romance, and so successfully did she work out her ideas that "Ardath" drew letters from all sorts and conditions of men—letters discussing the theories propounded in her writings, and asking for information and advice of encyclopædic character. Amongst the cor-
