A few memories

TENNYSON'S APPEARANCE 237
Two great trees we particularly admired. On returning home, photographs of them were sent us, with a line saying that thereafter the two trees would be known as the "Tennyson" and the " Mary Anderson."
We stopped at a small inn near by, where in the evening a grandson of Wordsworth came to pay his respects to the laureate, and to read to him an unpublished poem by his eminent grandfather. Not wishing to be known, we travelled incognito. Lord Tennyson passed as " Mr. Hood." It was " Mr. Hood " here and " Mr. Hood " there from us all, much to his amusement. Everything went well until the last morning, when the landlady asked, with a bob and a knowing look, if "his lordship would have any more toast?" We then realized how foolish we had been in imagining that Tennyson could have passed for any one but himself. He was a large, strongly-built man, with a lion-like head, splendidly poised on broad shoulders. His profile was particularly noble. His hands were large and shapely; his fingertips square. Any one understanding the subject would have called them honest, trust - inspiring hands, capable of doing good and great things.
When he read to us I generally sat near him