kind, the feelings insensibly generate which will lead in
the end to separation."

The immediate consequence of Froude's West Indian travels was his
well-known book The English in the West Indies, to which he gave a
second title, one that he himself preferred, The Bow of Ulysses. It
was illustrated from his own sketches, for he had inherited that
gift from his father. Being often controversial in tone, and not
always accurate in description, it provoked numerous criticisms,
though not of the sort which interfere with success. In everything
Froude wrote, though least of all in his History, allowance has to
be made for the personal equation. He had not Carlyle's memory, nor
his unfailing accuracy of eye. Where he wrote from mere
recollection, deserting the safe ground of his diary, he was liable
to error, and few men of letters have been less capable of producing
a trustworthy guide book. The value of Oceana and The Bow of Ulysses
is altogether different. They are the characteristic reflections of
an intensely vivid, highly cultivated mind, bringing out of its
treasure-house things new and old. "The King knows your book," it
was said to Montaigne, "and would like to know you." "If the King
knows my book," replied the philosopher, "he knows me." Froude is in
his books, especially in his books of travel, for in them, more than
anywhere else, he thinks aloud. There are strange people in the
world. One of them criticised Froude in an obituary notice because,
when he went to Jamaica, he sat in the shade reading Dante while he
might have been studying the Jamaican Constitution. There may be
those who would study the Jamaican Constitution, what there is of
it, in the sun, while they might, if they could, read Dante in the
shade, and the necrologist in question may be one of them. Froude
did not go to study Constitutions, which he could have studied at
home. He went to see for himself what the West Indian Colonies were
like, and his incorrigible habit of reading the best literature did
not forsake him even in tropical climates. He cared only too little
for Constitutions even when they were his proper business, as they
certainly were not in Jamaica. The object of The English in the West
Indies is to make people at home feel an interest in their West
Indian fellow-subjects, and that it did by the mere fact of its
circulation. His belief that the West Indies should be governed,
like the East Indies, despotically, is a subsidiary ma