are called, few are chosen, and, like Peter, we must not dub common or unclean any really fine sample of anything that lives. Art also is justified of all her children, and if only one can produce something which proves one's parentage, there is no more to say. For the masterpieces, of each and every size and description, alone of human things baffle for any space the vain shadow in which we walk and disquiet ourselves in vain, seeing that they confer something which is a permanent pleasure and enrichment of our lives.