He lent it to me because I wanted to see the article on the new poet, Alexander Smith, who appears so applauded everywhere.

He has the poet's _stuff_ in him, one may see from the extracts.

Do you know him?
And Coventry Patmore--have you heard anything of _his_ book,[21] of which appears an advertisement?
Ah, yes; how unfortunate that you should have parted with your copyrights! It's a bad plan always, except in the case of novels which have their day, and no day after.
The poem I am about will fill a volume when done.

It is the novel or romance I have been hankering after so long, written in blank verse, in the autobiographical form; the heroine, an artist woman--not a painter, mind.

It is intensely modern, crammed from the times (not the 'Times' newspaper) as far as my strength will allow.