' My dearest Artist, — It is long, too long, since I have heud
from you, or of you, or written to you. I have just been chuck-
ling over your drawings in this week's Punch ; may I remark that
^Euphemisms," not '^ Euphuisms" was the term you intended.
We will discuss the distinction when next we meet on '^ Hamp-
stead's breecy heath." By the way Guthrie's Voces PopuU this
week is wonderfully funny, and I have been screaming over it.
'And now, how are you, and where are you? At Whitby, I
have some sort of idea, though I have not yet traced the &ct in
your contributions to "the most wonderful Paper in the world."
. . . Resolve my doubts, as soon as may be.
' Can you recommend any books ? . . . I have just reviewed for
the Guardian the English Translation of Jusserand's English Novel
before Shakespeare. What an excellent and readable book it is. I
used to say of another French critic —

' Our English critics their dull wits keep straining,
When—Enter Taine !— and all is entertaining.
' But the epigram would be far truer if it could be adapted to
Jusserand. For a taste —

' A Frenchman straying into English fields

Of letters, seldom has a locus standi.
But if there 's one to whom objection yields,
'Tis Jusserand— he has the "/ii# errandi."

* Send this to him with my best respects. Write soon. Our
dear love and regards to you all, — Fotre d^u^, A. A.'

To Mr. Lathbury, then editor of The Guardian.
'The Glade,
' Branch Hill, Hampstead, November 3, 1890.
'Dear Mr. Lathbury, — Only too probably you have already
assigned Walter Scott's Diaries to their appropriate reviewer.
