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Landor and Byron, in many respects more akin than any other two Englishmen of their age, were always separated by an unhappy bar or intervening mist.
'Thought fights with thought; out springs a spark of truth From the collision of the sword and shield. W. S. LANDOR. 'Margaret, said her father, the next day, 'we must return Mrs. Thornton's call. Your mother is not very well, and thinks she cannot walk so far; but you and I will go this afternoon. As they went, Mr.
There was nothing to do; and standing there the three men looked understandingly into each other's faces. The same thought stood clear on all; for all alike knew every detail of the story. "The Indian, How Landor," suggested Mead adequately. "Yes," corroborated Parker, "and I'm glad of it. I'm not squeamish, but the Lord knows I'd never have used the place myself."
There had been, however, a previous visit to Bath, in company with Maclise and Forster, to see Landor, who was then living at No. 35 St. James's Square a house become memorable because it was there that the image of his "Little Nell" first suggested itself.
It was just after this event that Uncle Jack, sanguine and light-hearted as ever, suddenly recollected his sister, Mrs. Caxton, and not knowing where else to dine, thought he would repose his limbs under my father's trabes citrea, which the ingenious W. S. Landor opines should be translated "mahogany." You never saw a more charming man than Uncle Jack.
Landor's writings have never been popular; they address an aristocracy of scholars; and Byron whom Landor disliked and considered vulgar sneered at him as a writer who "cultivated much private renown in the shape of Latin verses." He said of himself that he "never contended with a contemporary, but walked alone on the far Eastern uplands, meditating and remembering."
Burton will count them, never fear," he recalled in mock sarcasm. "What I want to know is your opinion." "In my opinion there's nothing to be done," said Chantry. Landor shifted again, and again the chair groaned in mortal agony. "I know that. What I mean is how long is it liable to be before " he halted and jerked his thumb over his shoulder "before Bob and the rest will be doing that to me?"
He delighted in Mill, and also in Ruskin who rebelled against Mill. He excused Napoleon III. and Landor who hurled interminable curses against Napoleon. He admired all the cycle of great men who all contemned each other. To say that he had no streak of envy in his nature would be true, but unfair; for there is no justification for attributing any of these great men's opinions to envy.
Our friend could not consent that Catullus should walk with, and even, as it should seem, take the lead of his favourite Horace. "Catullus and Horace," says Landor, "will be read as long as Homer and Virgil, and more often, and by more readers." "If," said the Curate, "Catullus were not nearly banished from our public schools and our universities."
Benjamin Landor, whom no one had anything particular to say against, had a very meagre business in comparison.
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