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AN EXPLANATION BY WAY OF PREFACE.

I FREELY admit what all the world knows about FRANCOIS RABELAIS.

Long before the day when Fielding and Smollett began to be read on the sly, and before the comic Muse of Congreve and Wycherly began to be looked at askance, that English moral sentiment, over which Ma-caulay was to philosophize more than a century later, had solidified in ignoring Rabelais. Nothing is to be said against the, sertimfem irself. This has always been fairly righteous, if just a bit undiseriminating. A great humorist, showing himself content to grovel in ,the dirt, is, beyond question, deserving of black looks tin;! -t-hut <lqar*. But more than most old masters of a type, strong,- aJbeit -coaise, Rabelais — from the distinctly marked physical attributes of his chief personages — may claim certain good points which, drawn out and grouped together, ought to fall within the circle of those tales which interest children.

I have read Rabelais twice in my life. Each time, I have read

him in that old French, which has no master quite so great as he; and each time in Auguste Desrez's edition, which, in its careful Table des Matieres, learned glossary, quaint notes, Gallicized Latin and Greek words, and a complete Rabelaisiana, shows the devotion of the rare editor, who does not distort, because he understands, the Master whom he edits. When I first peeped into his pages I was a lad, altogether too young to be tainted by profanity, while I skipped, true boy-fashion, whole pages to pick out the wondrous story of his Giants. When I came back to him, after many years, I was both older and, I hope, wiser. Being older, I had learned to gauge him better, both in his strength and in his weakness. I had come to see wherein an old prejudice was too just to be safely resisted ; and, on the other hand, wherein it had got to be so deeply set that it had hardened to injustice. As I went on, it did not take me long to discover that it was quite possible for my purpose — following, indeed, the path unconsciously taken in my boyhood — to divide Rabelais sharply into incident and philosophy. That this had not been thought of before surprised, but did not daunt me. I said to myself: 1 shall limit the incident strictly to his three Giants; I shall hold these, from grandfather to grandson, well together ; keep all that is sound in them; cut away the impurity which is not so much of as arouxtf^hem-', eh}? 3! them out as a sculptor might, and leave his philosophy with, face to the wall. This done, I turned the scouring hose, full'. ui. id. . s"ti:Dmg, upon the incidents themselves, clearing out both dialecii&s and. -profanity thoroughly. I did not stop until I had left the famous trio, (JRANDGOUSIER, GARGANTUA, and PANTAGRUEL where I had, from the first, hoped to place them, — high and dry above the scum which had so long clogged their rare good-fellowship, and which had made men of judgment blind to the genuine worth that was in them.