It spoke
nicely of Harley's previous efforts, and judiciously, as it seemed to
me. He had not got to the top of the ladder yet, but he was getting
there by a slow, steady development, and largely because he was a man
with a fixed idea as to what literature ought to be.
"Mr. Harley has seen clearly from the outset what it was that he
wished to accomplish and how to accomplish it," the writer observed.
"He has swerved neither to the right nor to the left, but has
progressed undeviatingly along the lines he has mapped out for
himself, and keeping constantly in mind the principles which seemed
to him at the beginning of his career to be right. It has been this
persistent and consistent adherence to principle that has gained for
Mr. Harley his hearing, and which is constantly rendering more
certain and permanent his position in the world literary. Others may
be led hither and yon by the fads and follies of the scatter-brained,
but Realism will ever have one steadfast champion in Stuart Harley."
"Read that," I said, tossing the journal across the table.
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