WANT OF THOUGHT.
“J’écrirais assez bien si je savais penser,” was the confession of a French writer; one which might with truth be repeated by the greater part of modern authors, in whose works we find a superfluity of words, and a paucity of ideas. It is as though they wrote to avoid thought, instead of revealing and engendering it. Their works resemble certain trees, on which is found an abundance of leaves, but little fruit.