A Critic Corrected

It had been a very bad atrempt at autborsbiji, aud the iictor who had made the ventare iuto literature was sensible mongh ut to qnairel with the unfavorable verdict of the audieuee. It was huid to admit that his genius was at fault, but he did so with a good grace uud without reservation. "I - er- I suppose yon saw that comedy of mine?" he wassaying toafriend. "Yes, I saw it. " "In lookiug over the house I was forced to the conclusión that a great mauy people were missing it, and I was afraid yon ínight be one of them. " "No. I staid till the very end." "It wasn't a very hilarious occasion, was it?" "Not very, I must admit. It may be that I didn't catch the spirit of the thhig. I bear so mnoh about the density of audiences that I suspect it was due to my own lack of appreoiation that I couldn't get euthusiastic. But some of it was undoubtedly your fault. You misled me, " "How?" "You told me it was going to be a funuy play. " "That's what I get for tryiug to be a prophet. I wassure it had all the symptoins when I sturted in with it. I regarded it as a masterpiece of effervescent hilarity. " "You were wrong. That was the great difficuJty with the piece - it was too somber. You must pardon my frankness, but that performance waspositively gloomy. " "My boy, yon don 't speak advisedly. Your cominent may be justified by yonr poiut of view, but it doesn't cover the ground. " "I had one of the best seats in the house. " "But you sbould have been with me, up on the stage, where you could watch the audieuce. ïhen you wonld realize that 'gloomv' isn't the word. It was