But it was not so.

Shelley tells us that' Fame is love disguised;' and it was intellectual sympathy that Wordsworth had always valued far more than reputation.

'Give me thy love; I claim no other fee,' had been his demand on his reader.

When Fame had laid her tardy garland at his feet he found on it no fresher green than his 'Rydalian laurels' had always worn.

Once he said to me, 'It is indeed a deep satisfaction to hope and believe that my poetry will be, while it lasts, a help to the cause of virtue and truth--especially among the young.