The same principle applies to learned citations and the results of study.  Knead these thoroughly in, supplying the maximum of desired information with a minimum of visible schoolmaster.  It requires no pedantic mention of Euclid to indicate a mathematical mind, but only the habitual use of clear terms and close connections.  To employ in argument the forms of Whately’s Logic would render it probable that you are juvenile and certain that you are tedious; wreathe the chain with roses.  The more you have studied foreign languages, the more you will be disposed to keep Ollendorff in the background:  the proper result of such acquirements is visible in a finer ear for words; so that Goethe said, the man who had studied but one language could not know that one.  But spare the raw material; deal as cautiously in Latin as did General Jackson when Jack Downing was out of the way; and avoid French as some fashionable novelists avoid English.

Thus far, these are elementary and rather technical suggestions, fitted for the very opening of your literary career.  Supposing you fairly in print, there are needed some further counsels.

Do not waste a minute, not a second, in trying to demonstrate to others the merit of your own performance.  If your work does not vindicate itself, you cannot vindicate it, but you can labor steadily on to something which needs no advocate but itself.  It was said of Haydon, the English artist, that, if he had taken half the pains to paint great pictures that he took to persuade the public he had painted them, his fame would have been secure.  Similar was the career of poor Horne, who wrote the farthing epic of “Orion” with one grand line in it, and a prose work without any, on “The False Medium excluding Men of Genius from the Public.”  He spent years in ineffectually trying to repeal the exclusion in his own case, and has since manfully gone to the grazing regions in Australia, hoping there at least to find the sheep and the goats better discriminated.  Do not emulate these tragedies.  Remember how many great writers have created the taste by which they were enjoyed, and do not be in a hurry.  Toughen yourself a little, and perform something better.  Inscribe above your desk the words of Rivarol, “Genius is only great patience.”  It takes less time to build an avenue of shingle palaces than to hide away unseen, block by block, the vast foundation-stones of an observatory.  Most by-gone literary fames have been very short-lived in America, because they have lasted no longer than they deserved.  Happening the other day to recur to a list of Cambridge lyceum-lecturers in my boyish days, I find with dismay that the only name now popularly remembered is that of Emerson:  death, oblivion, or a professorship has closed over all the rest, while the whole standard of American literature has been vastly raised meanwhile, and no doubt partly through their labors.  To this day, some of our most gifted writers are being dwarfed by the unkind friendliness of too early praise.  It was Keats, the most precocious of all great poets, the stock victim of critical assassination,—­though the charge does him utter injustice,—­who declared that “nothing is finer for purposes of production than a very gradual ripening of the intellectual powers.”