THE-HflPPy-EXlLE THE * HAPPY EXILE By the Same Author WOMEN'S TRAGEDIES. 35. 6d. net. MAKE BELIEVE. Illustrated by CHARLES ROBINSON. 55. net. THE HAPPY EXILE EDITED BY H. D. LOWRY WITH SIX ETCHINGS BY E. PHILIP PIMLOTT JOHN LANE, The Bodky Head LONDON <5r- NEW YORK 1898 Printed by BALLANTYNE, HANSON - Co. At the Ballantyne Press TO MRS. A. S BOYD EDITOR'S NOTE Cf'ffE papers here collected are the work of one who has long forgotten the period of youthfulness they chronicle. Once upon a time (let me explain to you) there was a group of young men who worked hard for little money ^ living gaily the while. They made a play of their work^ and the responsibilities that come with settled incomes and positions of greater or less dignity , had not yet fallen on them. Now among all these there was none so utterly un- bound as the man whose experiences you are to read. He had a limitless affection for the society of the band^ and enjoyed the inexpensive dissipations that came in the way of its members with a gusto never exceeded. Yet he was one whose presence could never be counted upon^ unless a promise had been given ; and it was the habit of his friends^ at any meeting after a week during which Editor's Note they had not come across him, to inquire how he had been faring in Cornwall. For, indeed^ he was no less truly a dweller beyond the Tamar than in his London chambers near the sky. There, as here, he had his friends. The interminable journey he must take who would reach the real West Country, " Where roses grow that have no thorns" daunted kirn not at all. He was a veritable lover, and would travel twenty dreary hours for the sake of scarce as many in the land of his desire. I found these papers awhile ago in a drawer where he had bidden me search for an old article of his I needed to consult. By his permission I carried them away, and here you have them in print. I had often wondered how he managed to content himself down there in the country, nor had I found much illumination in his frequent assurances that there was " always plenty to do" These notes of his experience gave me the explanation both of his contentment and of his inability to account for it for he was the last man in the world to be altogether reconciled to life as he found it. He did nothing in the West, yet, as he had told me Editor's Note so often, there was " always plenty to do" He stepped straightway into another world in leaving London, and found his own place in it awaiting him. He had his friends with whom to talk, and, if ever they were away from him, the come-and-go of the seasons and the slow progress of the Spring were enough to keep him occupied. Concerning two of his papers I am a little in doubt. They can scarce have been written during the period when the open country began (so to speak) outside the door of his chambers. I can fancy they were produced after he had allowed himself to become a prisoner in London. The married man must have his occasional reflections, and he has surrendered many things in return for the privilege of owning his pretty house at Dulwich. For the rest, these papers chosen out of many must speak for themselves. To me they have given pleasure as demonstrating that one man was at one time to be envied his happiness. H. D. L. IX Most of these Sketches and Studies have appeared in The National Observer, Pall Mall Gazette, Slack and White, The Speaker, and Chambers 's, by permission of whose Editors they are here reprinted CONTENTS Editor's Note