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But before I say more concerning Mr. Meredith, I will admit at once frankly and fearlessly, that I am not a competent critic, because emotionally I do not understand him, and all except an emotional understanding is worthless in art.
Among the other boys who may well develop into stars in the future are Meredith W. Jones, Arthur Ingraham, Jr., Andrew Clarke Ingraham, Miles Valentine, Raymond Owen, Richard Chase, Neil Sullivan, Henry Neer, and Edward Murphy. There are many other great players I would like to analyse, but space forbids.
With the next phase of Victorian fiction we enter a new world; the later, more revolutionary, more continental, freer but in some ways weaker world in which we live to-day. The subtle and sad change that was passing like twilight across the English brain at this time is very well expressed in the fact that men have come to mention the great name of Meredith in the same breath as Mr. Thomas Hardy.
If I got caught in Davenham's study by the Chief, even if I said I was only borrowing a pencil, I should get in the deuce of a row. But Meredith can sit there all hall and say he's making inquiries about a boxing competition. He's trusted. The lower forms aren't allowed to prepare in their studies. They might use a crib, so they have to work in the day-room or big school.
"What camp manners are these to bring into gentlemen's houses and exhibit in the presence of ladies?" "'S death, sir," retorted Phil, hotly, "I take my manners from no man, nor " "Hoighty, toighty!" chided Mrs. Meredith, entering. "Is there not wind enough outside but ye must bellow like mad bulls within?" "Ay," assented the squire, "no quarrelling, gentlemen, for we've other things to set to.
Human personality and its experience must have ample place and recognition in any philosophy put forward in these days. Bergson's work is a magnificent attempt to show us how, in the words of George Meredith: "Men have come out of brutishness."
He was desirous of talking to some one of Jack Meredith; and perhaps Jocelyn reflected that she was as good a listener as he would find in Loango. "Really," she replied with a kindly interest. "How?" He paused, not because he found it difficult to talk to this woman, but because he was thinking of something. "I have read or heard somewhere of a steel gauntlet beneath a velvet glove." "Yes."
"One month to pick the leaf, and then you can bring the first crop down to the coast and home, while Meredith and I stay on at the plateau." "I could be home again in eight months?" "Certainly! We thought that you might work the sale of the stuff in London, and in a couple of years or so, when the thing is in swing, Meredith will come home.
The first to arrive was Bartley, with a witness. He was received kindly by Colonel Clifford and ushered into a small room. He wanted another witness. So John Baker was sent for, and Bartley and he were closeted together, reading the deed, etc., when a footman brought in a card, "The Reverend Alleyn Meredith," and written underneath with a pencil, in a female hand, "Mrs. Walter Clifford."
To do her justice, she had the faculty of believing in her own invention, and she was quite satisfied that James Meredith had been a great personal friend of hers, just as she would believe that the house on the Riviera and the little steam-yacht had been procured out of her own purse.
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