If Romeo And Juliet Make A Tragedy

Modern Science, Then, So Far From Being An Enemy Of Romance, Is Seen On Every Hand To Be Its Sympathetic And Resourceful Friend, Its Swift And Irresistible Helper In Its Serious Need, And An Indulgent Minister To Its Lighter Fancies.

Perhaps We Too Seldom Reflect How Much The Life Of Nature Is One With The Life Of Man, How Unimportant Or Indeed Merely Seeming, The Difference Between Them.

Though Actually The Work Of Man's Hands - Or, More Properly Speaking, The Work Of His Travelling Feet, - Roads Have Long Since Come To Seem So Much A Part Of Nature That We Have Grown To Think Of Them As A Feature Of The Landscape No Less Natural Than Rocks And Trees.

More And More The World Is Growing To Love A Lover, And One Has Only To Read The Newspapers To See How Sympathetic Are The Times To Any Generous And Adventurous Display Of The Passions.

In Their Work, Then, As In Their Play, Men And Women Are More And More Coming To Share With Each Other As Comrades, And Really The Fun Of Life Seems In No Wise Diminished As A Consequence.