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the 〃whaup;〃 but wrote rather as though pee…weet or pee… weets were the same as whaups … the common call of the one is KER… LEE; KER…LEE; and of the other PEE…WEET; PEE…WEET; hence its common  name。

It is a pity; too; that Mr Hammerton has no records of some  portions of the life at Davos Platz。  Not only was Stevenson ill  there in April 1892; but his wife collapsed; and the tender concern  for her made havoc with some details of his literary work。  It is  good to know this。  Such errata or omissions throw a finer light on  his character than controlling perfection would do。  Ah; I remember  how my old friend W。 B。 Rands (〃Matthew Browne〃 and 〃Henry  Holbeach〃) was wont to declare that were men perfect they would be  isolated; if not idiotic; that we are united to each other by our  defects … that even physical beauty would be dead like later Greek  statues; were these not departures from the perfect lines。  The  letter given by me at p。 28 transfigures in its light; some of his  work at that time。

And then what an opportunity; we deeply regret to say; Mr Hammerton  wholly missed; when he passed over without due explanation or  commentary that most significant pamphlet … the ADDRESS TO THE  SCOTTISH CLERGY。  If Mr Hammerton had but duly and closely studied  that and its bearings and suggestions in many directions; then he  would have written such a chapter for true enlightenment and for  interest as exactly his book … attractive though it is in much …  yet specially lacks。  It is to be hoped that Mr Sidney Colvin will  not once more miss the chance which is thus still left open to him  to perfect his LIFE OF STEVENSON; and make it more interpretive  than anything yet published。  If he does this; then; a dreadful  LACUNA in the EDINBURGH EDITION will also be supplied。

Carefully reading over again Mr Arthur Symons' STUDIES IN TWO  LITERATURES … published some years ago … I have come across  instances of apparent contradiction which; so far as I can see; he  does not critically altogether reconcile; despite his ingenuity and  great charm of style。  One relates to Thoreau; who; while still  〃sturdy〃 as Emerson says; 〃and like an elm tree;〃 as his sister  Sophia says; showed exactly the same love of nature and power of  interpreting her as he did after in his later comparatively short  period of 〃invalidity;〃 while Mr Symons says his view of Nature  absolutely was that of the invalid; classing him unqualifiedly with  Jefferies and Stevenson; as invalid。  Thoreau's mark even in the  short later period of 〃invalidity〃 was complete and robust  independence and triumph over it … a thing which I have no doubt  wholly captivated Stevenson; as scarce anything else would have  done; as a victory in the exact ROLE he himself was most ambitious  to fill。  For did not he too wrestle well with the 〃wolverine〃 he  carried on his back … in this like Addington Symonds and Alexander  Pope?  Surely I cannot be wrong here to reinforce my statement by a  passage from a letter written by Sophia Thoreau to her good friend  Daniel Ricketson; after her brother's death; the more that R。 L。  Stevenson would have greatly exulted too in its cheery and  invincible stoicism:


〃Profound joy mingles with my grief。  I feel as if something very  beautiful had happened … not death; although Henry is with us no  longer; yet the memory of his sweet and virtuous soul must ever  cheer and comfort me。  My heart is filled with praise to God for  the gift of such a brother; and may I never distrust the love and  wisdom of Him who made him and who has now called him to labour in  more glorious fields than earth affords。  You ask for some  particulars relating to Henry's illness。  I feel like saying that  Henry was never affected; never reached by it。  I never before saw  such a manifestation of the power of spirit over matter。  Very  often I heard him tell his visitors that he enjoyed existence as  well as ever。  The thought of death; he said; did not trouble him。   His thoughts had entertained him all his life and did still。。。。 He  considered occupation as necessary for the sick as for those in  health; and accomplished a vast amount of labour in those last few  months。〃


A rare 〃invalidity〃 this … a little confusing easy classifications。   I think Stevenson would have felt and said that brother and sister  were well worthy of each other; and that the sister was almost as  grand and cheery a stoic; with no literary profession of it; as was  the brother。

The other thing relates to Stevenson's HUMAN SOUL。  I find Mr  Symons says; at p。 243; that Stevenson 〃had something a trifle  elfish and uncanny about him; as of a bewitched being who was not  actually human … had not actually a human soul〃 … in which there  may be a glimmer of truth viewed from his revelation of artistic  curiosities in some aspects; but is hardly true of him otherwise;  and this Mr Symons himself seems to have felt; when; at p。 246; he  writes:  〃He is one of those writers who speak TO US ON EASY TERMS;  with whom we MAY EXCHANGE AFFECTIONS。〃  How 〃affections〃 could be  exchanged on easy terms between the normal human being and an  elfish creature actually WITHOUT A HUMAN SOUL (seeing that  affections are; as Mr Matthew Arnold might have said; at least;  three…fourths of soul) is more; I confess; than I can quite see at  present; but in this rather MALADROIT contradiction Mr Symons does  point at one phase of the problem of Stevenson … this; namely that  to all the ordinary happy or pleasure…endings he opposes; as it  were of set purpose; gloom; as though to certain things he was  quite indifferent; and though; as we have seen; his actual life and  practice were quite opposed to this。

I am sorry I CANNOT find the link in Mr Symons' essay; which would  quite make these two statements consistently coincide critically。   As an enthusiastic; though I hope still a discriminating;  Stevensonian; I do wish Mr Symons would help us to it somehow  hereafter。  It would be well worth his doing; in my opinion。



CHAPTER XXXIV … LETTERS AND POEMS IN TESTIMONY



AMONG many letters received by me in acknowledgment of; or in  commentary on; my little tributes to R。 L。 Stevenson; in various  journals and magazines; I find the following; which I give here for  reasons purely personal; and because my readers may with me; join  in admiration of the fancy; grace and beauty of the poems。  I must  preface the first poem by a letter; which explains the genesis of  the poem; and relates a striking and very touching incident:


〃37 ST DONATT'S ROAD; LEWISHAM HIGH ROAD; S。E。; 1ST MARCH 1895。

〃DEAR SIR; … As you have written so much about your friend; the  late Robert Louis Stevenson; and quoted many tributes to his genius  from contemporary writers; I take the liberty of sending you  herewith some verses of mine which appeared in THE WEEKLY SUN of  November last。  I sent a copy of these verses to Samoa; but  unfortunately the great novelist died before they reached it。  I  have; however; this week; received a little note from Mrs Strong;  which runs as follows:

〃'Your poem of 〃Greeting〃 came too late。  I can only thank you by  sending a little moss that I plucked from a tree overhanging his  grave on Vaea Mountain。'

〃I trust you will appreciate my motive in sending you the poem。  I  do not wish to obtrude my claims as a verse…writer upon your  notice; but I thought the incident I have recited would be  interesting to one who is so devoted a collector of Stevensoniana。  … Respectfully yours;

F。 J。 COX。〃


GREETING

(TO ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON; IN SAMOA)

We; pent in cities; prisoned in the mart; Can know you only as a man apart; But ever…present through your matchless art。

You have exchanged the old; familiar ways For isles; where; through the range of splendid days; Her treasure Nature lavishly displays。

There; by the gracious sweep of ampler seas; That swell responsive to the odorous breeze。 You have the wine of Life; and we the lees!

You mark; perchance; within your island bowers; The slow departure of the languorous hours; And breathe the sweetness of the strange wild…flowers。

And everything your soul and sense delights … But in the solemn wonder of your nights; When Pe

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