_The last Glimpse of a well-known Figure in Society_ 25 _Advanced Thought and the Foolish Idler_ 26 _The Wonderful View_ 27 _The Room of Lost Souls_ 28 _The Cynicism of Absolute Monarchies_ 29 _The Importance of Good Government_ 31 _The Moral_ 33 TRAVESTIES _The Shropshire Lad_ 37 _Mr Walter De La Mare_ 38 _Æ_ 39 _Sir Wm Watson_ 40 _Professor G. B. Saintsbury_ 41 _Mr James Stephens_ 43 _Professor Sir A. T. Quiller-Couch_ 44 _Mr Lascelles Abercrombie_ 46 _Mr W. B. Yeats_ 48 _Mr Alfred Noyes_ 49 _Mr John Drinkwater_ 50 _Trivia_ 52 EPIGRAMS 53 TALES THE IMPOSSIBILITY OF KNOWING EVERYONE A profiteer, a Priest of Nebt-het, from Heliopolis, and a Fool were walking together one day, when they met the grim figure of War belching flame and fury. ‘Who is that?’ asked the fool and the priest of each other, quickening their pace. But the profiteer raised his hat, bowed humbly, and stayed to chat for a few moments with the terrible figure, before rejoining his companions. Presently, they came upon Death, mumbling to himself by the roadside. The fool and the profiteer raised their eyebrows, and passed on, but the priest of Nebt-het touched his forehead and made certain strange signs with his hands, to which Death replied in like manner. Then the three spied a beautiful woman who sat among the wildflowers. It was Love, combing her hair and singing all the love-songs of the world. ‘That is a fine woman,’ said the profiteer, staring hard. ‘I do not know her,’ said the priest, somewhat sadly. But the fool ran forward and caught her hands in his, and they laughed together. So the priest and the profiteer walked on, but when they had gone a little way, they turned round, and there was the fool sitting at her feet and looking into her eyes as she sang and combed her hair. ‘The fool has all the luck,’ they grumbled. A MOVING STORY OF REAL LIFE