From Florence she went to Aix-les-Bains. Then she passed to England. In London she saw constantly almost everybody of note in literary circles. Her diary records visits to or from or meetings with the Lord Bishop of Winchester, Mrs. Bloomfield Moore, Lord Morley, Thomas Hardy, the Bishop of Ripon, Mr. Verschoyle of the _Fortnightly Review_, William Sharp, Frederick Wedmore, Sir Frederic and Lady Pollock, Dr. Furnival, and others, for a list too long to give entire. Her journal shows how full were her days. "Mrs. Campbell-Praed came to lunch; a lot of callers in the afternoon, among them the Verschoyles, the Francillons, Mrs. Cashel-Hoey, Mrs. Fred Chapman, and Mrs. Anna Lea Merritt. "Went to the Chapmans' to luncheon; met George Meredith.... Meredith is a very brilliant and agreeable man. "Francillon to luncheon. A lovely letter from Oswald Crawfurd, praising Andrew Lang.... Went with Mrs. Marable to see Mrs. Sutherland Orr; a very charming person." Herbert E. Clarke, whom in a letter to Professor Bates she described as "a wonderfully charming and fine fellow," accompanied a volume of his poems which he sent to her with these graceful dedicatory verses: TO LOUISE CHANDLER MOULTON. (WITH "VERSES ON THE HILLSIDE.") Go forth, O little flower of song, To her who found you fair; After a winter black as night, I plucked you when spring's smile brought light, And April's winds were blithe and strong, And Hope was in the air. Poor stray of Autumn left to Spring, I send you forth to be 'Twixt us a pledge of happier hours; Yea, though she hath far fairer flowers Always at hand for gathering, Go forth undoubtingly. For thou hast gained a happy meed, And wert thou weed or worse, With her praise for a light above, Many should find thee fair, and love Though not for thine own sake indeed,-- But her sake, O my verse. Be weed or flower, and live or die, To me thou art more dear Than all thy sister flowerets are, O herald of the single star That rose above the lowering sky Of my most hopeless year. One particularly delightful day was that on which Mrs. Moulton attended a garden-party at Lambeth Palace as the guest of the Archbishop of Canterbury and Mrs. Benson. Another of the red-letter days was an afternoon with the Holman Hunts, in their rambling, fascinating house, filled with artistic treasures, when on the lawn a Hungarian orchestra played their national airs. Among the guests were Lewis Morris, Edwin Arnold, Hall Caine, Theodore Watts-Dunton, and many others who bore names well known. The diary records, too, a studio-reception given by Felix Moscheles, a coaching trip to Virginia Water; and so on for a round of gay doings which make it amazing that all this time Mrs. Moulton continued her literary work.