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iim was that he resembled one of our old-30! Southern country gentlemen more than ideal of England's mystic poet There was ind of friendly chattiness in his conversation, •e agreeable, I thought, than distinguished. I uld have named any of the men at table tier than he as the author of " Rabbi Ben-a" and " Pippa Passes.5' We met frequently r that at the houses of common friends. He
always at his best in the studio of some )rite artist His fearlessly enthusiastic ap-:iation of anything beautiful, whether famous unknown, was one of his greatest charac-stics. On one occasion I saw him stretch hand across a luncheon-table to greet a young st who has since sprung into fame. " Are
Mr- ---------?" he asked. " Sir, you are a
ius, and I am proud to shake you by the d." Another instance of his great talent of reciation was told me by himself. " Bulwer," I he, "asked me to go to hear him read his T play, c Richelieu/ requesting that I should 3 a blank card upon which to write my criti-Q. On arriving at the place of rendezvous I id Charles Dickens and Thackeray, if I re-nber rightly, as well as Macready and several