p. 138, note 1. Keats in this letter proves how imperfect was his knowledge of his own affairs, and how much those affairs had been mismanaged. At the time when he thus found himself near the end of the capital on which he had hitherto subsisted, there was another resource at his disposal of which it is evident he knew nothing. Quite apart from the provision made by Mrs Jennings for her grandchildren after her husband's death, and administered by Mr Abbey, there were the legacies Mr Jennings himself had left them by will; one of £1000 direct; the other, of a capital to yield £50 a year, in reversion after their mother's death (see p. 5). The former sum was invested by order of the Court in Consols, and brought £1550. 7_s._ 10_d._ worth of that security at the price at which it then stood. £1666. 13_s_. 4_d._ worth of the same stock was farther purchased from the funds of the estate in order to yield the income of £50 a year. The interest on both these investments was duly paid to Frances Rawlings during her life: but after her death in 1810 both investments lay untouched and accumulating interest until 1823; when George Keats, to whose knowledge their existence seems then to have been brought for the first time, received on application to the Court a fourth share of each, with its accumulations. Two years afterwards Fanny Keats received in like manner on application the remaining three shares (those of her brothers John and Tom as well as her own), the total amount paid to her being £3375. 5_s._ 7_d._, and to George £1147. 5_s._ 1_d._ It was a part of the ill luck which attended the poet always that the very existence of these funds must have been ignored or forgotten by his guardian and solicitors at the time when he most needed them. p. 148, note 1. Landor's letter to Lord Houghton on receipt of a presentation copy of the _Life and Letters_, in 1848, begins characteristically as follows:-- "Bath, Aug. 29. Dear Milnes, On my return to Bath last evening, after six weeks' absence, I find your valuable present of Keatses Works. He better deserves such an editor than I such a mark of your kindness. Of all our poets, excepting Shakspeare and Milton, and perhaps Chaucer, he has most of the poetical character--fire, fancy, and diversity. He has not indeed overcome so great a difficulty as Shelley in his _Cenci_, nor united so many powers of the mind as Southey in _Kehama_--but there is an effluence of power and light pervading all his work, and a freshness such as we feel in the glorious dawn of Chaucer.--"