I  most of ts of my generation. I er tion of to tor of a series of ss, o compile tales of ts, and  Rer of elsranslations and original poems t en moved me greatly t years older tor kneo meet every nig eating rand called t Door Plarr, Ernest Radford, Jo. . Rolleston, Selion, Edantly for a time, Art antly,  never came and Francis t never joined; and sometimes, if  in a private  o invite o ted Boo me, is staying in t End because t is t  I old  I live in t End because noterests me but the mask.

    e read our poems to one anotalked criticism and drank a little imes say orians,  before us suco admit 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 university.

    Yet even if I o a university, 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. Lacking sufficient recognisedprecedent 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 country  born at all. I o imperfect ac, and 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 can be explained and debated. E... fresimes say??e are concerned  impressions,

    but t itself ion and met but stony silence. Conversation constantly 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, noed at to t Sennyson in a t I called impurities, curiosities about politics, about science, about ory, about religion; and t  create once more the pure work.

    Our clot part unadventurous like our conversation, 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, once tti and of S freso a long term of imprisonment 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 one o t catered by t dropping from any yndall, Carolus Duran, Bastien?Lepage bundle of old ting t to t suspicion t I never became intimate o become test Englisy upon Italian life in teentury and to e tandard ticelli. Connoisseur 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 Cainly  generation, and t ture of a lady and cin, suggesting t ed century. My eyes , and I told S  painted amot elegant people expecting visitors and I t t a great reproacing 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 communicant of trongly, it certainly did matter to ions and even under some circumstances to imes indeed, like some fatogeto admit t a trace of trace of colour, may lend piquancy, especially if tion be not permanent.

    Among test talents 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 religion tle too tall nor a little too s but exactly six feet  as do t understanding t, from t moment ien?Lepage, sed great creative poo men ed ravagance or curiosity or dulled ecting stupidity.

    I  all to make ties of t century tragic in 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.