“Truth can never be confirmed enough."-PERICLES.

London:

ROBERT BANKS & SON,

RACQUET COURT, FLEET STREET, E.C.

1901.

"The poet in a golden clime was born,

With golden stars above,

Dowered with the hate of hate, the scorn of scorn, The love of love.

He saw through life and death, thro' good and ill; He saw through his own soul.

The marvel of the everlasting will

An open scroll,

Before him lay. With echoing feet he threaded
The secretest walks of fame;

The viewless arrows of his thoughts were headed
And winged with fame."

Tennyson.

"FOR MY NAME AND MEMORY, I LEAVE IT TO MEN'S CHARITABLE SPEECHES, AND TO

FOREIGN NATIONS, AND THE NEXT AGES,"

This Booklet

IS

Dedicated.