Talking of Rockstro, he scolded me once and said he wondered how I could have done such a thing as to call Handel “one of the greatest of all musicians,” referring to the great chords in _Erewhon_. I said that if he would look again at the passage he would find I had said not that Handel was “one of the greatest” but that he was “the greatest of all musicians,” on which he apologised. Pigs We often walk from Rickmansworth across Moor Park to Pinner. On getting out of Moor Park there is a public-house just to the left where we generally have some shandy-gaff and buy some eggs. The landlord had a noble sow which I photographed for him; some months afterwards I asked how the sow was. She had been sold. The landlord knew she ought to be killed and made into bacon, but he had been intimate with her for three years and some one else must eat her, not he. “And what,” said I, “became of her daughter?” “Oh, we killed her and ate her. You see we had only known her eighteen months.” I wonder how he settled the exact line beyond which intimacy with a pig must not go if the pig is to be eaten. Mozart An old Scotchman at Boulogne was holding forth on the beauties of Mozart, which he exemplified by singing thus: [Picture: Music score:Dehvieni alla fenestra] I maliciously assented, but said it was strange how strongly that air always reminded me of “Voi che sapete.” Divorce There was a man in the hotel at Harwich with an ugly disagreeable woman who I supposed was his wife. I did not care about him, but he began to make up to me in the smoking-room. “This divorce case,” said he, referring to one that was being reported in the papers, “doesn’t seem to move very fast.” I put on my sweetest smile and said: “I have not observed it. I am not married myself, and naturally take less interest in divorce.” He dropped me. Ravens Mr. Latham, the Master of Jones’s College, Trinity Hall, Cambridge, has two ravens named Agrippa and Agrippina. Mr. Latham throws Agrippa a piece of cheese; Agrippa takes it, hides it carefully and then goes away contented; but Agrippina has had her eye upon him and immediately goes and steals it, hiding it somewhere else; Agrippa, however, has always one eye upon Agrippina and no sooner is her back turned than he steals it and buries it anew; then it becomes Agrippina’s turn, and thus they pass the time, making believe that they want the cheese though neither of them really wants it. One day Agrippa had a small fight with a spaniel and got rather the worst of it. He immediately flew at Agrippina and gave her a beating. Jones said he could almost hear him say, “It’s all your fault.” Calais to Dover