Judgment Book

"An' then he goes on with th' finest love song you ever heard, endin' up: "... 'a love that shall not die Till th' sun grows cold, An' th' stars are old, An' th' leaves of th' Judgment Book unfold!'

If they are known at all, it is because they stand ranged against my name in the Judgment Book.

Till the sun grows cold, And the stars are old, And the leaves of the Judgment Book unfold.

There was a fanatic ardor in the last phrase: “Till the leaves of the Judgment Book unfold!”

Ever since the Novel reached the stage of development where it was demonstrated to be the most ingenious vehicle yet designed for conveying the protean thought and fancy of man, there has stood in the judgment book of Public Opinion the decree that novel-reading was a vice.