A mother's smile on manhood in its noon.
But when the shadows of the twilight come,
And high Ambition needs must fold his wings,
While voices both of hearts and hills grow dumb,
Can she still bring the smile that now she brings?
Yea, by the memory of brighter things,
I'll trust her in the night that calls me home.'
Journal, May and June 1892.—Had a delightful visit from the Butchers and Mr. H. Graham, later on the Comptons, and Mr. Edmund Gosse, full of witty and wise sayings. Lord Compton sang more divinely than ever, and the Principal of Brasenose played the piano. It was a real musical feast.
Professor Le Conte came to stay here, we had Mr. Gore and one or two others to meet him.
To Miss C. E. Romanes.