CLIVE. AY

Fear I felt, and, very likely, shuddered, since I shiver
now.”

“Fear!” smiled I. “Well, that’s the rarer: that’s a
specimen to seek,
Ticket up in one’s museum, Mind-Freaks, Lord Clive’s

yn

Fear, Unique !

Down his brows dropped. On the table painfully he
pored as though

Tracing, in the stains and streaks there, thoughts en-
crusted long ago.

When he spoke ’twas like a lawyer reading word by

~ ' word some will,

Some blind jungle of a statement, — beating on and
on until i

Out there leaps fierce life to fight with.

“This fell in my factor-days.

Desk-drudge, slaving at Saint David’s, one must game,
or drink, or craze.

I chose gaming: and,—because your high-flown
gamesters hardly take

Umbrage at a factor’s elbow, if the factor pays his
stake, —

I was winked at in a circle where the company was
choice,

Captain This and Major That, men high of colour, loud
of voice,