The child-literature of this school and period was very large, and, had we space, would be worth dealing with at length—as in the instances of the famous Sandford and Merton (1783-1789) by Thomas Day, Richard Edgeworth’s friend, of Mrs. Trimmer’s Story of the Robins, and others. It led up to the definitely religious school of children’s books, first evangelical, then tractarian, with which we shall deal later: but was itself as a rule utilitarian—or sentimental—moral rather than directly religious. It is, however, like other things—indeed almost all things—in this chapter—a document of the fashion in which the novel was “filling all numbers” and being used for all purposes. It was, of course, in this case, nearest to the world-old “fable”—especially to the moral apologues of which the mediaeval sermon-writers and others had been so fond. But its popularity, especially when taken in connection with the still surviving distrust of fiction, is valuable. It involves not merely the principle that “the devil shall not have all the best tunes,” but the admission that this tune is good.
This point, and that other also frequently mentioned and closely connected with it, that the novel at this time overflows into almost every conceivable department of subject and object, are the main facts of a general historical kind, which should be in the reader’s mind as the upshot of this chapter. But there is a third, almost as important as either, and that is the almost universal coming short of complete success—the lack of consummateness, the sense that if the Novel Israel is not exactly still in the wilderness, it has not yet crossed the Jordan. Even if we take in the last chapter, and its comparative giants, with the present and its heroes, ordinary folk, and pygmies,