such as characterized the work of T. E. Brown,
the Manx poet, appeared in the 'Gownsman', the 'Cambridge Review',
the 'Nation', the 'English Review', and the 'Westminster Gazette'.
Students of the "Problem Page" in the 'Saturday Westminster'
knew him as a brilliant competitor who infused the purely academic
with the very spirit of youth.

To all who knew him, the man himself was at least as important as his work.
"As to his talk" -- I quote again from Mr. Somerset --
"he was a spendthrift. I mean that he never saved anything up
as those writer fellows so often do. He was quite inconsequent
and just rippled on, but was always ready to attack a careless thinker.
On the other hand, he was extremely tolerant of fools, even bad poets
who are the worst kind of fools -- or rather the hardest to bear --
but that was kindness of heart."

Of his personal appearance a good deal has been said. "One who knew him,"
writing in one of the daily papers, said that "to look at, he was part
of the youth of the world. He was one of the handsomest Englishmen
of his time. His moods seemed to be merely a disguise for the radiance
of an early summer's day."

Mr. Edward Thomas speaks of him as "a golden young Apollo"
who made friends, admirers, adorers, wherever he went.
"He stretched himself out, drew his fingers through his waved fair hair,
laughed, talked indolently, and admired as much as he was admired. . . .
He was tall, broad, and easy in his movements. Either he stooped,
or he thrust his head forward unusually much to look at you
with his steady blue eyes."

On Mr. H. W. Nevinson, who, in a fleeting editorial capacity, sent for
Brooke to come and discuss his poems, he made a similar impression:

"Suddenly he came -- an astonishing apparition in any newspaper office:
loose hair of deep, browny-gold; smooth, ruddy face;
eyes not gray or bluish-white, but of living blue, really like the sky,
and as frankly open; figure not very tall, but firm and strongly made,
giving the sense of weight rather than of speed and yet
so finely fashioned and healthy that it was impossible not to think
of the line about 'a pard-like spirit'. He was dressed
just in the ordinary way, except that he wore a low blue collar,
and blue shirt and tie, all uncommon in those days.
Evidently he did not want to be conspicuous, but the whole effect
was almost ludicrously beautiful."

Notions of height are always comparative, and it will be noticed
that Mr.