text:  Really there seems to be something not only simpler in art but more pathetic and even morally greater in the humble submission of the fierce and giant-like spirit to inevitable decree--in the spontaneous return of the pristine fraternal appreciation when death withdraws the disturbing force of rivalry--and in his voluntarily appointing so far as he ventures to appoint his brother in arms and his bride to each other's happiness--than in the inventive display of a compunction for which as the world goes there appears to be positively no use and hardly clear room