Indecent Literature and a Converted World
By Editor
THERE has lately been figuring in the divorce courts of New York one of the vilest of men, a novelist withal, whose works, dull and stupid as they are said to be, had an immense sale. His theory, deduced doubtless from his own heart, is that there are no decent men in the world. Concerning the sale of his books, the New York World says:— "But what a melancholy commentary upon our character as a people is the fact that this man's novels, in spite of their dullness, have been bought and read by tens of thousands for the sake of their indecency!" And this is the period which is to usher in a converted world! There are good men in the world, but they are not of it.