as you: she was the only woman I have ever seen to whose strength of mind and character I humbly bowed. As I think of her death, a shadow comes over the whole of that beautiful land; now she is gone I see how much she stood to me for all England. I have had many misgivings about her health ever since I saw her in '82. I feared that shortness of breath proceeded from some deep-seated danger.

Edward Dowden, in the same month, says: "I shall always have the memory of her brightness, kindness, wisdom; and of the varied learning and culture which appeared, as it were, under and through a genial humanity that put a spell on one beyond culture or learning.

"I had not known what the Academy' told, that even then, though so bright, she knew that the shadow of death was advancing towards her. . . ."

The Poet is last to linger over a grave covered with flowers:

"15th December 1885.

DEAR HERBErt,

Camden, United States, America.

I have received your letter.

Nothing now remains but a sweet and rich memory -none more beautiful all time, all life all the earth— I cannot write anything of a letter to-day, I must sit alone and think.

WALT WHITMAN."

ESSAYS.

AN ENGLISH WOMAN'S ESTIMATE OF

WALT WHITMAN.

THREE GLIMPSES OF A NEW ENGLAND VILLAGE.

A CONFESSION OF FAITH.