(Written for the N.-C. Daily News.)
YIKST IMPRESSIONS, It was in the historical study at Farring-ford House that I first saw Tennyson. He emerged through some unnoticed door, or from behind sume heavy curtain—I cannot remember which—and then stood inthe middle of the room gazing at us with a mild, benevolent, yet searching look. He certainly was the most impressive figure I hadeverbeheld. Iidoubt whether a grander-looking man ever lived. His long, thick, raven hair—for it was only on the forehead that he was slightly bald—his burning eyes, his brown, deeply-corrugated face, and strong, almost perfect, profile, combined to form a picture which was athing Jess than the realisation of an cal. His greeting of us was quiet and friendly. Then Hallam Tennyson—a man with his father's forehead and his mother's mouth—left the room, and Tennyson began slowly to talk.
Text read from the printed page and cleaned; old type leaves the occasional error.