The sun., 1882-01-29
IN AUTHE NTIC INTERVIEW.
The Famous -EstLete Speak. hi. Mind Freely.


NEW YORK, January, 2-Detcrmined to
anticipate the rabblc Of pcnny-a- liner, ready to
approaches our shores and ea&ser 10 assist u
sensitive poet in avoiding the impcr;inent curl.
reporter took the fastest pilot boat on the sta
ton and boarded the splendid Cunart steamer
the Bothna i'll the shuckins oi Il peanut.
HIS EsrugIIc APPEARANCE.
He stood with his lnr,,r hand rasscd through
his long hair. agaii n a high cAimncy-piece-
which had been paine poa green, with pnneis
% reaSnoeS-9.I,s no;iiry 1T n 7, nncyGn inrrr-
n'nd ON his hin, II" was dressed in a long
ran,c199r'HI ra.1 ,p finf'-opGa,tad e2a whrh
~rhiskim collar aud cuiis rather the wuts" for
wear. Frayed linen and an orange SIN hand
.n.Orin:: of the eliSsaLr, while our small daisy
Irpoped despondcn'iN ii lishuttonhue.
We may state that the chimney piece, as well
and will appear in his lectures ON the Growth
Of Artistic TASTE in Englard' Bat
HI SPEAKS FOR HIMSELF.
no. been in'crv.,wci, Ind..ai' / buye not been
we'll on board this Cunnrd Argnsy | have
wrr-ilcd With the Elaukons-harrd fosoidon,
100 ill., too utterly i'll. ENurtly-s"asick. in tact,
il must descend 10 50 trivial an expression. I
-'mewhat wanod; l am scarcely myse!l-my
nerves are thri like throbDlns violins-in
rxquIsite pul-ation:
'!cvote my subtle brain chords 10 the worship
~ the Sunfiowcr. and the ap9thcosis Of the del
died from my youth EonS ago. | might say
rrntnries, IN, =. when student at oNi9rd. |
trpd the thorn-spread heights OF Po'-y. | nd
stood in the Arena and torn the buys from the
expiring athletes, my competitions
GLORIOUS PAST.
'' Precisely-I took the Newdigate. Oh! no
doubt, every year some man gets the Newdi-
s,Jtc. but not every year does NewdiGate get
an Oscar Since thrn-harely three years. but
= / ami sTnaI
the steps of London palaccs-in South Ken
singtnn- and prenched aesthetic art. | have
have guided her limp limbs into siGhtiass knots
ana curyinE fcstoGnS. while We sang OF the
OF soft communion with Burne-Jones. Swim
buIne had made name and urne-Jones
mad copied iiluinnatlonS e'er the first silky
down had frinSed my upper lip. but tho trinity
OF inner brotherhood was not complete till
came forward, like. the Asphodel from the wids
of Already to join In sweet antiphonal counter
changes with the Elder seers. We are IA beau
liui tamily--we are We are We aro!'
LECrURR PROSPECTS.
Yes; expect my lecture will be success.
So does Dollar Carte l mean D'Oyy Carte.
ToO-toothess Senility may jeer. and poor. pos
tive Proprlety may shake her rusty curls; but
am here. in my creamy lustihood, to pipe OF
harvest OF Self-Love am not quite
sure what mean, The true Poet never IS. In
she is only to be compared 10 Salmacls, Who is
not boy or girl. but yet is both"
HIS NEoPHYTIs.
Who are my neophytes ? Well ! fancy the
Lonsdales and the InngtryS would have never
been known if hadn't placed them on a ped
eStl Of daiIodils. and taught tho world TO wor
ship
HIS KosMIc SOUL.
oh. yes, / speak most languages; in the
sweet. honey-tinted brngue my own land lends
but she is not the Jersey Lily though | havo
srovelled at her feet; she is not the Juno
Countess. though | have twisted my limbs MI
yer her sofas; she IS not tho Polish Actress,
boxes Of the CQur, Theatre; she is not the
liunhanous Sarah, though have crawlcd after
Ier footsteps through the heavy fields of scent
tss Asphodol; she Il not the gOllhn-haired
poktd upon. though / have left my Impress
,ions on many aud tuany Il seat in the Iyceum
Temple. where she Is the High lrieStcss: nor
she one Of tine little AamecSs N;tiadS have |
satch the sweet hIhhl" of the fr,nzied grlpc.
No sir. my real Love is my own husmic soul. I
'1i urpned in its hIWlea- e7sencr; and when |
imcr!ea can GRASP The supreme whole | sing Ia !
u"-too }ltterhnre Tor vulgar lips then soul and !
pOdY viii blend IN mystic symphonies: then. /
,rowned with bcllamours and wanton flower |
ie-luoe. ] shall ha nailed Lord of "A new Em-
Irry. and as ] stain my lips in the bleeding |
yuundS u the Pom 'sianitc, and WTcathc my |
irrgrOwn limbs with the FURNISHED disk of the |
,uutloweT. Apollo viii turn IHe. aud lashng !
he restve horses Of the sun. the tanner chariot |
4 - forgotten god VIII MAKE way for the Elorl-
'us zrnith Of the ons Oscar W llds.
At this moment the BOtAnia gave n sudlcn |
ur b, and the grand young Poet fell prustratc /
~ ia" rabbit -kiH~ WorSh ipping Pusei'l0n and |
alling feeby Tor the Steward. Seeing that he
,"uld be incapable 81 resolving any other in
.ryicwcrs, | quilted the cabin. drank tho
randy and Soda which the Steward WAS bring
NJ. and then rrturi "d to shore Is quickly is
ossible. So Lerc is the First Intelligence! !