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 fresh i ...