HOLLAND, Maison Benguerel, Bevaix, Pres de Neuchatel, just marking it--and if my second letter appears, mark that.
Also cut out the letter[19] and enclose it in an envelope to: MR.

ARTHUR CRUTHENDEN, Poste Restante, G.P.O., Reading, with just these lines: Dear friend, The enclosed will interest you.

There is also another letter waiting in the post office for you from me with a little money.
Ask for it if you have not got it.
Yours sincerely, C.3.3.
I have no one but you, dear Robbie, to do anything.

Of course the letter to Reading must go at once, as my friends come out on Wednesday morning early.
This letter displays almost every quality of Oscar Wilde's genius in perfect efflorescence--his gaiety, joyous merriment and exquisite sensibility.

Who can read of the little Chapel to Notre Dame de Liesse without emotion quickly to be changed to mirth by the sunny humour of those delicious specimens of self-advertisement: "Mr.Beerbohm Tree also writes: 'Since I have tried it, I am a different actor, my friends hardly recognise me.'" This letter is the most characteristic thing Oscar Wilde ever wrote, a thing produced in perfect health at the topmost height of happy hours, more characteristic even than "The Importance of Being Earnest," for it has not only the humour of that delightful farce-comedy, but also more than a hint of the deeper feeling which was even then forming itself into a master-work that will form part of the inheritance of men forever.
"The Ballad of Reading Gaol" belongs to this summer of 1897.