Accidentally. I went into a perfumery shop in London to purchase a pot of the ottar of roses, which at that time was very rare and expensive.

As I entered the shop a handsome young man, with a slight limp in his walk, passed me and went out. The shopkeeper directed my attention to him, saying: 'Do you know who that is, sir?' 'No,'
I answered. 'That is the young Lord Byron.' He

had been purchasing some fancy soaps, and at that time was the fashion. I never desired to meet him." As all the world knows, there was little love lost between these two great writers; but it was the man, not the poet, that

Landor so c ordially disliked. MY ANNUAL. FOR THE "BOYS OF '29."

How long will this harp which you once loved to hear Cheat your lips of a smile or your eyes