The Story of the Otber Wise man

It is now some five years since this little story was set afloat on the sea of books. It is not a man-o’-war, nor even a high-headed merchantman; only a small, peaceful sailing-vessel. Yet it has had rather an adventurous voyage. Twice it has fallen into the hands of pirates, and has been wrecked in foreign countries. It has been passed through the translator’s port of entry into German, French, Armenian, Turkish, and perhaps other foreign regions. Once I caught sight of it flying the portentous flag of a brand-new phonetic language along the coasts of France; and once it was claimed by a dealer in antiquities vii