The following letter to Frances bears
the postmark Feb. 8, 1901.
Somewhere in the Arabian Nights or some such place there is a story
of a man who was Emperor of the Indies for one day. I am rather in
the position of that person: for I am Editor of the _Speaker_ for one
day. Hammond is unwell and Hirst has gone to dine with John Morley,
so the latter asked me to see the paper through for this number.
Hence this notepaper and the great hurry and brevity which I fear
must characterise this letter.
There are a few minor amusing things, however, that I have a moment
to mention.
(1) The "Daily News" have sent me a huge mass of books to review,
which block up the front hall. A study of Swinburne--a book on
Kipling--the last Richard le Gallienne--all very interesting. See if
I don't do some whacking articles, all about the stars and the moon
and the creation of Adam and that sort of thing. I really think I
could work a revolution in Daily paper--writing by the introduction
of poetical prose.
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