that faculty to realise the deep beauty of the following words, taken from one of his poems :

'He who bends to himself a joy
Does the winged life destroy ;

But he who kisses the joy as it flies

Lives in eternity's sunrise.'

And so Blake stands at last on the threshold of fame, because men have grown to understand him. It is still but the threshold, for he is only known and loved by a few kindred spirits. Books engraved by him may still be found in what is named by the booksellers as 'the two-penny box.' They can still be picked up cheaply in out-of-the-way book shops, though each year they are becoming more scarce. The collectors of old books, old prints, and coloured engravings do not yet know the name of William Blake, nor do they yet know the value of his productions, though here or there one may be found who has been asked for a Blake; but it is an unusual occurrence to find a bookseller who knows anything of his works, even though Blair's Grave and Young's Night Thoughts are becoming very rare, and it is hard to obtain a copy of either book in the original boards, which fact seems to indicate that there is at last some demand for his books.

And what a reward awaits those who discover him! What a great treasure awaits the seeking of

those who, intuitively, will understand his greatness of spirit! How their grasp of the deeper side of things will be widened when they come face to face with one of his wonderful productions-forms, which in his delineation, seem to be all spirit.

The world has many rare treasures awaiting those who have the opportunity for seeking such things, but none will fill with purer joy the mind of the mystic than the discovery of an original engraving by William Blake, or the chance happening, perhaps, upon some of Blake's shorter poems, which are indeed masterpieces of mystical poetry.