"My ancestors," he said, "were Dorset people, and I love the book; it brings back the familiar words of the loved ones that are gone, and I love you-for the godlike goodness, kindness and affection of your kind and loving heart peeps out at every verse. I have tried for years to see you and hear you read, and I hope I shall yet; but if not, I hope I shall see you when earthly distinctions are passed; but may you long live to write, and may you long live to read, and may the earth be always blessed with such lights, and may they always be loved and honoured, and when earthly praise shall cease, may the music of a thousand voices bid you welcome and say 'Well done.' Trusting you will forgive me for taking the liberty of expressing my feelings. "I remain, &c." Who shall say, after these spontaneous outbursts, that the Dorset poems would be a sealed book to the poor? They would, on the contrary, offer the clearest proof of the refining effect it would have on the minds. of the masses, were the poems given them in a form not beyond the reach of the poor man's pence. For these are only two out of many letters from would-be readers, whose poverty pleads for a cheaper edition. CHAPTER XIII THE DO'SET MILITIA. HURRAH, my lads, vor Do'set men When you've handled well your lock Wi' Mrs. Bingham off o' drill. Last year John Hinley's mother cried, Jeäne Hart, that's Joe Duntley's chaïce God speed the Colonel, toppèn high, 217 LITERARY FRIENDSHIPS. 1862 TO 1865. THE year 1862 brought William Barnes into connection with his brother poet, Coventry Patmore. The acquaintance began by Patmore sending a copy of Macmillan on June 5th, 1862, in which was an appreciative article on Barnes, the Dorset Poet, by his hand. His next letter runs:— MY DEAR SIR, BRITISH MUSEUM, June 10th, 1862. As the notices in the North British Review and in Macmillan's Magazine pleased you, I cannot resist the temptation to tell you that I wrote them myself. They but poorly express all the admiration and gratitude I feel. I am rejoiced at the hope of seeing you in London. Thank you much for your kind invitation to Dorchester; but I fear that there is little prospect of my being able to venture from the bedside of my sick wife. I am glad to hear from Professor Masson that there is a prospect of a new edition of your poems. Etc., etc. Mr. Patmore was soon called to pass through the fiery trial which even then loomed before him. His wife, |