Part 2

“And in the throbbing engine room Leap the long rods of polished steel.”

[4] _Poems by Oscar Wilde. Also his Lecture on the English Renaissance._ The Seaside Library, Vol. lviii. No. 1183, January 19th, 1882. 4to. Pp. 32. New York: George Munro, Publisher.

A copy of this edition was sold by auction in New York last year for eight dollars.

[5] See _An Essay concerning Human Understanding_, IV. xii. 10.

A still more striking instance of the use of this expression is to be found in the same writer’s _Thoughts concerning Education_, s. 28, where he says:--“Once in four and twenty hours, I think, is enough; and nobody, _I guess_, will think it too much.”

OSCAR WILDE IN AMERICA.

An interesting account of Oscar Wilde, at the time of his American tour, was given in the _Lady’s Pictorial_ a few weeks after his arrival in New York, the city which he described as “one huge Whiteley’s shop.”

[Sidenote: His Abode.]

He was interviewed in a room which was intensely warm and the sofa on which the poet reclined was drawn up to the fire. An immense wolf rug, bordered with scarlet, was thrown over it and half-encircled his graceful form in its warm embrace. Wilde was wearied. In a languid, half enervated manner he gently sipped hot chocolate from a cup by his side. Occasionally he inhaled a long, deep whiff from a smouldering cigarette held lightly in his white and shapely hand.

[Sidenote: His Dress.]

He was attired in a smoking suit of dark brown velvet faced with lapels of red quilted silk. The ends of a long dark necktie floated over the facing like sea-weed on foam tinged by the dying sun. Dark brown nether garments, striped with red up the seam, and patent leather shoes with light cloth uppers completed the rest of the poet’s costume.

His favourite colour is said to have been something between brown and green, a tint “that never was on sea or sky,” and he had a complete suit made of it. A white walking-stick which he was in the habit of carrying was presented to him at the Acropolis and was said to have been cut from the olive groves of the Academia. Only in the evening was he wont to don knee breeches, “but evening and morning alike,” adds his interviewer, “find him neither more nor less than a man, and always a perfect gentleman.”

[Sidenote: His appearance.]

Long masses of dark brown hair, parted in the middle, fell in odd curves of beauty over his broad shoulders. He wore neither beard nor moustache. The full, rather sensuous lips, now pressed close together with momentary tension, now parted in kindly smile, showed to perfection the nobility of his countenance.

A Grecian nose and a well-tinged flush of health on the poet’s face added all that was required to make it a truly remarkable one. The eyes were large, dark[6] and ever-changing in expression. He was a charming companion who could tell racy stories and repeat _bons mots_ of those whom society delighted to honour, and at the same time could cap quotations from Greek authors.

FOOTNOTE.

[6] A French writer, M. Joseph-Renaud, recently described Wilde’s eyes as being _blue_, while Lord Alfred Douglas affirms that they were _green_.

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The two poems _Le Jardin_ and _La Mer_ appeared originally in the first number of _Our Continent_, an American Magazine, in February, 1882. They have not been reprinted or included in any edition of the collected poems.

BY THE SAME WRITER.

Imp. 16mo. Pp. 120. Five Illustrations.

OSCAR WILDE: A STUDY. From the French of André Gide.

With Introduction, Notes and Bibliography by Stuart Mason.

500 copies 3/6 net.

50 copies on hand made paper, 10/6 net.

Oxford: The Holywell Press: 1905.

“Will be found interesting by many readers.”--_Publishers’ Circular._

“Beautifully printed and illustrated, and has genuine literary attributes.”--_Notes and Queries._

“One of the best accounts yet printed of the poet’s later days ... with unique illustrations.”--_Reynolds’s Newspaper._

The author “saw much of Wilde in his later days.”--_Evening Standard and St. James’s Gazette._

“Probably nothing good will ever be written about Oscar Wilde. This is better than Mr. Sherard’s book; at any rate shorter. But it is very dull and unintelligent.”--_Oxford Magazine._