I    most of ts of my geion. I er tion of to tor of a series of ss, o pile tales of ts, and    Rer of elsranslations and inal poems t en moved me greatly t years older tor kneo meet every ing rand called t Door Plarr, Er Radford, Jo. . Rolleston, Selioly for a time, Art antly,    never came and Francis t never joined; and sometimes, if    in a private    o ied Boo me, is staying in t End because t is t    I old    I live in t End because s me but the mask.

        e read our poems to one anotalked criticism and drank a little imes say orians,    before us suit t I    alk of t, ly but    manners, o say a feer, You do not talk like a poet, you talk like a man of letters; and if all t been polite, if most of t been to Oxford or Cambridge, t, often very abstract t, longing all to be full of images, because I o t scead of a uy.

        Yet even if I o a uy, and learned all tions of Engliserature and Englisure, all t great erudition lessness, I so give up my Iris matter, or attempt to found a neradition. Lag suffit reisedpret I must needs find out some reason for all I did. I kne from tart t to overfloo be not quite    t, seeing t my try    born at all. I o imperfect ad under a curse, as it o spend time, needed for t, in argument as to tting out, but tion s principally by Joies upon us, ion to all ideas, all generalisations t    be explained aed. E... fresimes say??e are ed    impressions,

        but t itself ion a but stony silence. versation stantly do Do you like so and sos last book? No, I prefer t, and I t but for its Irisever came into t s first difficult mont I t like a man of letters,    to t Sennyson in a t I called impurities, curiosities about politics, about sce, about ory, abion; and t    create once more the pure work.

        Our clot part uurous like our versation, teen coat, a loose tie and a very old Inverness cape, discarded by my faty years before and preserved by my Sligo?born motions    no ot Le Gallienne, e ne fasume but t of an Englisleman. One se unnoticeable, Joo me. t carefully to ted furt from it in ting, udied, one poet??o knoter in later years ision, t from t I devoted myself to Lionel Jo and an old te Street, Fitzroy Square, typical figures of transition, doing as an ac of learning and of exquisite taste e, and sometimes one mig in ty, Simeon Solomon, te painter, oi and of S freso a long term of impriso for a criminal offence, o drunkenness and misery. Introduced one nigo some man er and R. A., arted to    in a rage o mistake me for t mountebank? t o catered by t dropping from any yndall, Carolus Duran, Bastien?Lepage bundle of old ting t to t suspi t I never became intimate o bee test Englisy upon Italian life iury and to e tandard ticelli. oisseur in several arts, tle che Marble Arch.

        ttle cerpiece, its style ury too late to    my fancy at ty; and I accused o eigury t taugs to smoot till, like tain , tallied.

        Anoticism delayed my friendsters my cructors. Somebody, probably Lionel Jo me to tudio of Cts and ly    geion, and t ture of a lady and , suggesting t ed tury. My eyes , and I told S    painted amot elegant people expeg visitors and I t t a great reproag in t a picture of a p and an apple ure of someto eat, and I o subject, icism since Bastien?Lepage, t I could at times see not subject. I t t, t mig matter to te    or a regular unit ly, it certainly did matter to ions and even under some circumstao imes indeed, like some fatogeto admit t a trace of trace of colour, may lend piquancy, especially if tio perma.

        Amoalents o live suce lives and die sucragic deat. . Rolleston, seemed al of place. It o set o some er on. I    of to see to make    ures; and ian religiooo tall nor a little too s but exactly six feet    as do t uanding t, from t moment ien?Lepage, sed great creative poo men ed ravagance or curiosity or dulled eg stupidity.

        I    all to make ties of t tury tragi tory of literature, but as yet    or in luck, and scarce even personalities to one anot at ts t talent. tain about us is t oo many.
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