“This picture (he says), put away from me, as it was, a hundred times, came again a hundred times before the eyes of my soul. But of course for the origin of my special temperament it is in no way responsible. It only woke up what was already slumbering there—a thing which might have been done equally well by something else.” From that time forward the boy worshipped with a kind of romantic devotion elder friends, young men in the prime of early manhood; and later still his writings threw a flood of light on the “urning” temperament—as he called it—of which he was himself so marked an example. [Sidenote: _Ulrichs’ Verses_] Some of Ulrichs’ verses are scattered among his prose writings:— _To his friend Eberhard._ “And so farewell! perchance on Earth God’s finger—as ’twixt thee and me— Will never make that wonder clear Why thus It drew me unto thee.” _Memnon_, _Leipzig_, 1898, p. 104. And this:— “It was the day of our first meeting— That happy day, in Davern’s grove— I felt the Spring wind’s tender greeting, And April touched my heart to love. Thy hand in mine lay kindly mated; Thy gaze held mine quite fascinated— So gracious wast, and fair! Thy glance my life-thread almost severed; My heart for joy and gladness quivered, Nigh more than it could bear. There in the grove at evening’s hour The breeze thro’ budding twigs hath ranged, And lips have learned to meet each other, And kisses mute exchanged.” _Memnon_, p. 23. [Sidenote: _Byron’s Letters_] To return to England. With the beginning of the 19th century we find two great poets, Byron and Shelley, both interested in and even writing in a romantic strain on the subject in question. Byron’s attachment, when at Cambridge, to Eddleston the chorister, a youth two years younger than himself, is well known. In a youthful letter to Miss Pigot he, Byron, speaks of it in enthusiastic terms: “Trin. Coll., Camb., _July_ 5th, 1807.