with intense interest his
early novel Love's Cross Currents. Mr. Watts-Dunton is in excellent
health, and his pen is as vigorous as ever. He enjoys the proud position
of being our greatest living literary critic.

Mr. Payne, who is still hard at work, ahs published since Burton's death
translations of The Novels of Matteo Bandello (six vols. 1890), the
Quatrains of Omar Kheyyam (1898), and--Atlantean task--the Poems of
Hafiz (3 vols. 1901). His Collected Poems (1862-1902) in two handsome
volumes, appeared in 1902; and he has since issued Vigil and Vision
(1903), Songs of Consolation, and Hamid the Luckless (1904). In the last
he returns to his old love, The Arabian Nights, most of the poems being
founded on tales in that work.

Mr. W. F. Kirby, Dr. Grenfell Baker, Mrs. E. J. Burton, Major St. George
Burton, Mr. Frederick Burton, Mr. P. P. Cautley, Mr. A. G. Ellis, and
Professor Blumhardt are also living. His excellency Yacoub Artin Pasha
is still Minister of Instruction at Cairo; Mr. Tedder is still at the
Athenaeum.

Our task is ended. Sir Richard Burton was inadequately regarded in his
lifetime, and even now no suitable memorial of him exists in the capital
of the Empire, which is so deeply indebted to him. Let us hope that this
omission will soon be rectified. His aura, however, still haunts the
saloons of his beloved Athenaeum, and there he may be seen any day,
by those who have eyes latched [701] over, busily writing at the round
table in the library--white suit, shabby beaver, angel forehead,
demon jaw, facial scar, and all. He is as much an integral part of the
building as the helmeted Minerva on the portico; and when tardy England
erects a statue to him it ought to select a site in the immediate
neighbourhood of his most cherished haunt.

Our task, we repeat, is ended. No revolution, so far as we are aware,
has distracted modern England, and Sir Richard and Lady Burton still
sleep in sepulchral pomp in their marmorean Arab Tent at Mortlake. More
than fifteen years have now elapsed since, to employ a citation from The
Arabian Nights, there came between them "the Destroyer of Delights and
the Sunderer of Companies and glory be to Him who changeth not, neither
ceaseth, and in whom all things have their term." [702]

THE END.

Verses on the Death of Richard Burton [703] By Algernon Charles
Swinburne

Night of light is it now, wherein Sleeps, shut out from the wild world's
din, Wakes, aliv