James

James's impressions of that portion of his life were made up almost entirely of chalk.

As far as the excusing of James's conduct is concerned, it is now or never.

The master stood all this time grave and attentive, but as John finished his speech a broad smile spread over his face, and looking kindly across at James, who all this time had stood still at the door, he said, "James, my lad, set down the oats and come here; I am very glad to find that John's opinion of your character agrees so exactly with my own.

"Your word will go the furthest, John," said the master, "for Sir Clifford adds in a postscript, `If I could find a man trained by your John I should like him better than any other;' so, James, lad, think it over, talk to your mother at dinner-time, and then let me know what you wish."

We may with James accept visceral and organic sensations and the memories and associations of them as contributory to primitive emotion, but we must regard them as re-enforcing rather than as initiating the psychosis."*

Cannon's chief argument against James is, if I understand him rightly, that similar affections of the viscera may accompany dissimilar emotions, especially fear and rage.

James Williams's face was recorded a little library of the world's best thoughts in three volumes.

James Williams, you would have guessed, was about twenty-four.

"Ay" said James, "and by my troth, I wish he was alive again!

Though they were all so busy, there prevailed no kind of order in their efforts; men struggled together for the same gun and ran into each other with their burning torches; and James was continually turning about from his talk with Alan, to cry out orders which were apparently never understood.