Thushehasbecomeakindofclassicinhisownday，foranundisputedreputationmakesaclassicwhileitlasts.Butwaseversomuchfamewonbywritingswhichmightbecalledscrappyanddesultorybytheadvocatusdiaboli？ItisamostmiscellaneousliterarybaggagethatMr.Stevensoncarries.First，afewmagazinearticles;thentwolittlebooksofsentimentaljourneyings，whichconvincethereaderthatMr.Stevensonisasgoodcompanytohimselfashisbooksaretoothers.Thencameavolumeortwoofessays，literaryandsocial，onbooksandlife.BythistimetherecouldbenodoubtthatMr.Stevensonhadastyleofhisown，modelledtosomeextentontheessayistsofthelastcentury，butwithtouchesofThackeray;withoriginalbreaksandturns，withadelicatefreakishness，inshort，andadeterminedloveofsayingthingsasthenewspapersdonotsaythem.Allthisworkundoubtedlysmeltatrifleofthelamp，andwasthereforedeartosome，andanoffencetoothers.Formypart，Ihaddelightedintheessays，fromthefirstthatappearedinMacmillan’sMagazine，shortlyaftertheFranco—Germanwar.Inthislittlestudy，\"OrderedSouth，\"Mr.
StevensonwasemployinghimselfinextractingallthemelancholypleasurewhichtheRivieracangivetoaweariedbodyandamindresistingthecloudsofearlymalady，\"Alas，thewornandbrokenboard，Howcanitbearthepainter’sdye！
Theharpofstrainedandtunelesschord，Howtotheminstrel’sskillreply！
Toachingeyeseachlandscapelowers，Tofeverishpulseeachgaleblowschill，AndAraby’sorEden’sbowersWerebarrenasthismoorlandhill，\"—
wroteScott，inanhourofmaladyanddepression.Butthiswasnotthespiritof\"OrderedSouth\"：theyoungersoulroseagainstthetyrannyofthebody;andthatfamiliarglamourwhich，inillness，robsTintorettoofhisglow，didnotspoilthemidlandseatoMr.