Next morning—Easter Monday, it was he took us for a walk round by Totlands Bay. We went first to look at a house commanding an extensive view, which the poet was good enough to suggest I should take. Then we started off into the country, Tennyson ever on the look-out for trippers, and crouching behind walls and hedges whenever the alarm was given. Once I remember lo wasn't quick enough, and a party on horseback passed close to him slong the country road; but, as it happened, not one of them even looked round! During the greater part of this walk it was M—who paired off with the Laureate, the present writer following with married niece from Oxford. Not un-infor Bagliak poetry buteousiderable fumiturally, M—, who had not onlyagreat pas-
arity with it, tried to turn the conver: tion towards that subject, Tennyson, how-over, disappointed him. He did not launch out into a criticism of Wordsworth, Shelley and Keats, as M—had hoped he would. But he did give him this piece of advice and that most impressively: Rexd Milton," he said. Then he began to recite some of his own poetry, stan Lin the middle of the road, gesticulating with his staff, and fixing his auditor wi is glittering eye; seme people, I believ fod to Bnd thie habit. of hia just a little embarrassing, Indeed, Hallam took him to task for it more than once. ' Hallam tells mo I ought' my poetry to people out of doors," Tennyson complained on one occasion, '1 think it's very rude of Hallam
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