The author's many-mooded attitude toward Sentimental Tommy is a matter of human interest just as much as anything that Tommy feels himself. Let us admit, then, in spite of Mr. Howells, that the author of fiction has a right to assert himself as the narrator, provided that he be a person of interest and charm.

When it suited her fancy, none could be more strict on the ritual of a ceremony than this many-mooded Empress, and it appeared that on this occasion she had given command that all things were to be carried out with the rigid exactness and pomp of the older manner. So she was borne up by her Europeans to the scarlet awning, and I handed her to the ground.

But they seem better able to weather these flurries than the windy, cloud-compelling divinities of the hour. From the survival of the middling rich, the future common weal will be none the worse, and it may even be better. To render any real impression of the Chautauqua Summer Assembly, I must approach this many-mooded subject from a personal point of view.

The author's many-mooded attitude toward Sentimental Tommy is a matter of human interest just as much as anything that Tommy feels himself. Let us admit, then, in spite of Mr. Howells, that the author of fiction has a right to assert himself as the narrator, provided that he be a person of interest and charm.

But my hope is to part with them on pleasant terms; so rather would I strew their pillows with the consolations of this many-mooded Barbaric, moss from ruins, and pretty flowers from the desert, that beneficent botany which maketh the wilderness to blossom like the rose.

And ever I loved Maud with an increasing love. She was so many- sided, so many-mooded "protean-mooded" I called her. But I called her this, and other and dearer things, in my thoughts only. Though the declaration of my love urged and trembled on my tongue a thousand times, I knew that it was no time for such a declaration.

This weird Alaska, so wild and grand, so cool and sweet and sunny in summer, so strangely sad in autumn, this many-mooded, little known Alaska that seemed doomed ever to be misunderstood, either over-lauded or lied about, what would she do to them? How cruel, how cold, how weird, how wickedly wild her winters must be!

I think it is clear what he meant. To one who loves Nature for himself, has his own discovering eyes for her multiform and many-mooded beauty, it is distasteful to have some excursionist effect of spectacular scenery labelled and thrust upon him with a showman's raptures; and, in revulsion from the hypocritical admiration of the vulgar, he turns to the less obvious and less melodramatic beauty of the natural world.