When, some two years ago a collection of Atlantic essays was offered to the public, it was the
editor’s idea that this volume should be, to use the current phrase, a kind of permanent exhibit of
the character and quality of The Atlantic. In these hurrying days, even the sedatest of magazines
must quicken its pace to keep abreast of the marching world, and much that is most serviceable in
The Atlantic during its appointed life dies at the heart when a new number brings fre ...