vision of splendour and loveliness which tongue has never yet described； set before my gazing。 To think of it is to fear that I ask too much。
VII
〃Homo animal querulum cupide suis incumbens miseriis。〃 I wonder where that es from。 I found it once in Charron； quoted without reference； and it has often been in my mind……a dreary truth； well worded。 At least； it was a truth for me during many a long year。 Life； I fancy； would very often be insupportable； but for the luxury of self…passion； in cases numberless； this it must be that saves from suicide。 For some there is great relief in talking about their miseries； but such gossips lack the profound solace of misery nursed in silent brooding。 Happily； the trick with me has never been retrospective； indeed； it was never； even with regard to instant suffering； a habit so deeply rooted as to bee a mastering vice。 I knew my own weakness when I yielded to it； I despised myself when it brought me fort； I could laugh scornfully； even 〃cupide meis incumbens miseriis。〃 And now； thanks be to the unknown power which rules us； my past has buried its dead。 More than that； I can accept with sober cheerfulness the necessity of all I lived through。 So it was to be； so it was。 For this did Nature shape me； with what purpose； I shall never know； but； in the sequence of things eternal； this was my place。
Could I have achieved so much philosophy if； as I ever feared； the closing years of my life had passed in helpless indigence？ Should I not have sunk into lowest depths of querulous self…pity； grovelling there with eyes obstinately averted from the light above？
VIII
The early ing of spring in this happy Devon gladdens my heart。 I think with chill disfort of those parts of England where the primrose shivers beneath a sky of threat rather than of solace。 Honest winter； snow…clad and with the frosted beard； I can wele not uncordially； but that long deferment of the calendar's promise； that weeping gloom of March and April； that bitter blast outraging the honour of May……how often has it robbed me of heart and hope。 Here； scarce have I assured myself that the last leaf has fallen； scarce have I watched the glistening of hoar…frost upon the evergreens； when a breath from the west thrills me with anticipation of bud and bloom。 Even under this grey…billowing sky； which tells that February is still in rule：…
Mild winds shake the elder brake； And the wandering herdsmen know That the whitethorn soon will blow。
I have been thinking of those early years of mine in London； when the seasons passed over me unobserved； when I seldom turned a glance towards the heavens； and felt no hardship in the imprisonment of boundless streets。 It is strange now to remember that for some six or seven years I never looked upon a meadow； never travelled even so far as to the tree…bordered suburbs。 I was battling for dear life； on most days I could not feel certain that in a week's time I should have food and shelter。 It would happen； to be sure； that in hot noons of August my thoughts wandered to the sea； but so impossible was the gratification of such desire that it never greatly troubled me。 At times； indeed； I seem all but to have forgotten that people went away for holiday。 In those poor parts of the town where I dwelt； season made no perceptible difference； there were no luggage… laden cabs to remind me of joyous journeys； the folk about me went daily to their toil as usual； and so did I。 I remember afternoons of languor； when books were a weariness； and no thought could be squeezed out of the drowsy brain； then would I betake myself to one of the parks； and find refreshment without any enjoyable sense of change。 Heavens； how I laboured in those days！ And how far I was from thinking of myself as a subject for passion！ That came later； when my health had begun to suffer from excess of toil； from bad air； bad food and many miseries； then awoke the maddening desire for countryside and sea…beach……and for other things yet more remote。 But in the years when I toiled hardest and underwent what now appear to me hideous privations； of a truth I could not be said to suffer at all。 I did not suffer； for I had no sense of weakness。 My health was proof against everything； and my energies defied all malice of circumstance。 With however little encouragement； I had infinite hope。 Sound sleep （often in places I now dread to think of） sent me fresh to the battle each morning； my breakfast； sometimes； no more than a slice of bread and a cup of water。 As human happiness goes； I am not sure that I was not then happy。
Most men who go through a hard time in their youth are supported by panionship。 London has no pays latin； but hungry beginners in literature have generally their suitable rades； garreteers in the Tottenham Court Road district； or in unredeemed Chelsea； they make their little vie de Boheme； and are consciously proud of it。 Of my position； the peculiarity was that I never belonged to any cluster； I shrank from casual acquaintance； and； through the grim years； had but one friend with whom I held converse。 It was never my instinct to look for help； to seek favour for advancement； whatever step I gained was gained by my own strength。 Even as I disregarded favour so did I scorn advice； no counsel would I ever take but that of my own brain and heart。 More than once I was driven by necessity to beg from strangers the means of earning bread； and this of all my experiences was the bitterest； yet I think I should have found it worse still to incur a debt to some friend or rade。 The truth is that I have never learnt to regard myself as a 〃member of society。〃 For me； there have always been two entities……myself and the world； and the normal relation between these two has been hostile。 Am I not still a lonely man； as far as ever from forming part of the social order？
This； of which I once was scornfully proud； seems to me now； if not a calamity； something I would not choose if life were to live again。
IX
For more than six years I trod the pavement； never stepping once upon mother earth……for the parks are but pavement disguised with a growth of grass。 Then the worst was over。 Say I the worst？ No； no； things far worse were to e； the struggle against starvation has its cheery side when one is young and vigorous。 But at all events I had begun to earn a living； I held assurance of food and clothing for half a year at a time； granted health； I might hope to draw my not insufficient wages for many a twelvemonth。 And they were the wages of work done independently； when and where I would。 I thought with horror of lives spent in an office； with an employer to obey。 The glory of the career of letters was its freedom； its dignity！
The fact of the matter was； of course； that I served； not one master； but a whole crowd of them。 Independence； forsooth！ If my writing failed to please editor； publisher； public； where was my daily bread？ The greater my success； the more numerous my employers。 I was the slave of a multitude。 By heaven's grace I had succeeded in pleasing （that is to say； in making myself a source of profit to） certain persons who represented this vague throng； for the time； they were gracious to me； but what justified me in the faith that I should hold the ground I had gained？ Could the position of any toiling man be more precarious than mine？ I tremble now as I think of it； tremble as I should in watching some one who walked carelessly on the edge of an abyss。 I marvel at the recollection that for a good score of years this pen and a scrap of paper clothed and fed me and my household； kept me in physical fort； held at bay all those hostile forces of the world ranged against one who has no resource save in his own right hand。
But I was thinking of the year which saw my first exodus from London。 On an irresistible impulse； I suddenly made up my mind to go into Devon； a part of England I had never seen。 At the end of March I escaped from my grim lodgings； and； before I had time to reflect on the details of my undertaking； I found myself sitting in sunshine at a spot very near to where I now dwell……before me the green valley of the broadening Exe and the pine…clad ridge of Haldon。 That was one of the moments of my life y state of mind was very strange。 T