Charles Kingsley 
Plays and Puritans 

pub One.info present you this new edition. The British Isles have been ringing for the last few years with the word ‘Art’ in its German sense; with ‘High Art, ‘ ‘Symbolic Art, ‘ ‘Ecclesiastical Art, ‘ ‘Dramatic Art, ‘ ‘Tragic Art, ‘ and so forth; and every well-educated person is expected, nowadays, to know something about Art. Yet in spite of all translations of German ‘AEsthetic’ treatises, and ‘Kunstnovellen, ‘ the mass of the British people cares very little about the matter, and sits contented under the imputation of ‘bad taste. ‘ Our stage, long since dead, does not revive; our poetry is dying; our music, like our architecture, only reproduces the past; our painting is only first-rate when it handles landscapes and animals, and seems likely so to remain; but, meanwhile, nobody cares. Some of the deepest and most earnest minds vote the question, in general, a ‘sham and a snare, ‘ and whisper to each other confidentially, that Gothic art is beginning to be a ‘bore, ‘ and that Sir Christopher Wren was a very good fellow after all; while the middle classes look on the Art movement half amused, as with a pretty toy, half sulkily suspicious of Popery and Paganism, and think, apparently, that Art is very well when it means nothing, and is merely used to beautify drawing-rooms and shawl patterns; not to mention that, if there were no painters, Mr