They have left a fame behind them which shall never die, whilst this lordling--a time will come when he will be out of fashion and forgotten. And yet I don't know; didn't he write Childe Harold and that ode? Yes, he wrote Childe Harold and that ode. Then a time will scarcely come when he will be forgotten. Lords, squires, and cockneys may pass away, but a time will scarcely come when Childe Harold and that ode will be forgotten. He was a poet, after all, and he must have known it; a real poet, equal to . . . to . . . what a destiny! Rank, beauty, fashion, immortality,--he could not be unhappy; what a difference in the fate of men! I wish I could think he was unhappy . . . I turned away. "Great poet, sir," said the dapper man, turning away too, "but unhappy--fate of genius, sir; I, too, am frequently unhappy." Hurrying down a street to the right, I encountered Francis Ardry. "What means the multitude yonder?" he demanded. "They are looking after the hearse which is carrying the remains of Byron up Tottenham Road." "I have seen the man," said my friend, as he turned back the way he had come, "so I can dispense with seeing the hearse--I saw the living man at Venice--ah, a great poet." "Yes," said I, "a great poet, it must be so, everybody says so--what a destiny! What a difference in the fate of men! but 'tis said he was unhappy; you have seen him, how did he look?" "Oh, beautiful!" "But did he look happy?" "Why, I can't say he looked very unhappy; I saw him with two . . . very fair ladies; but what is it to you whether the man was unhappy or not? Come, where shall we go--to Joey's? His hugest bear--" "Oh, I have had enough of bears; I have just been worried by one." "The publisher?" "Yes." "Then come to Joey's, three dogs are to be launched at his bear: as they pin him, imagine him to be the publisher." "No," said I, "I am good for nothing; I think I shall stroll to London Bridge." "That's too far for me--farewell." CHAPTER XL London Bridge--Why Not?--Every Heart has its Bitters--Wicked Boys--Give me my Book--Such a Fright--Honour Bright.