dwarfish, being barely more than five feet high, and this small feat of stubborn gallantry deserves to be appraised and praised accordingly. The other anecdote is that Coleridge met Keats along with Leigh Hunt in a lane near Highgate, "a loose, slack, not well-dressed youth," and after shaking hands with Keats, he said aside to Hunt, "There is death in that hand." Nothing is extant to show that at so early a date as this, or even for some considerable while after, any of Keats's immediate friends shared the ominous prevision of Coleridge. In March 1818 Keats joined his brothers at Teignmouth in Devonshire, and in April "Endymion" was published. In June he set off on a pedestrian tour of some extent with a friend whose name will frequently recur from this point forwards, Charles Armitage Brown. One is generally inclined to get some idea of what a man was like; if one knows what he was _un_like much the same purpose is served. In April 1819 Keats wrote some bantering verses about Brown, which are understood to go mainly by contraries we therefore infer Brown to have presented a physical and moral aspect the reverse of the following-- "He is to meet a melancholy carle, Thin in the waist, with bushy head of hair, As hath the seeded thistle when a parle It holds with Zephyr ere it sendeth fair Its light balloons into the summer air. Thereto his beard had not begun to bloom; No brush had touched his chin, or razor sheer; No care had touched his cheek with mortal doom, But new he was and bright as scarf from Persian loom. "Ne cared he for wine or half-and-half, Ne cared he for fish or flesh or fowl, And sauces held he worthless as the chaff; He 'sdained the swine-head at the wassail bowl. Ne with lewd ribalds sat he cheek by jowl, Ne with sly lemans in the scorner's chair; But after water-brooks this pilgrim's soul Panted, and all his food was woodland air, Though he would oft-times feast on gillyflowers rare. "The slang of cities in no wise he knew; 'Tipping the wink' to him was heathen Greek. He sipped no olden Tom or ruin blue, Or Nantz or cherry-brandy, drank full meek By many a damsel brave and rouge of cheek. Nor did he know each aged watchman's beat; Nor in obscured purlieus would he seek For curled Jewesses with ankles neat, Who, as they walk abroad, make tinkling with their feet."