Alfred Lord Tennyson; a study of his life and work . you share tis only a small bin,There s a stock of it within,And as sure as I m a rhymer,Haifa butt of ; among the sons of men is oneWelcomer than Alfred Tennyson ? EARL V YEARS IN LONDON 63 And so Tennyson continued during the next jear or two,now toiling over his manuscript in his London lodging, nowrunning down into the country with a friend, finding fresliinspiration inevery nook;now talkingover literaryprospects withhis associates,or, again, din-ing at the*Cock inFleet Street,and sittinglate into theevening overth
Alfred Lord Tennyson; a study of his life and work . you share tis only a small bin,There s a stock of it within,And as sure as I m a rhymer,Haifa butt of ; among the sons of men is oneWelcomer than Alfred Tennyson ? EARL V YEARS IN LONDON 63 And so Tennyson continued during the next jear or two,now toiling over his manuscript in his London lodging, nowrunning down into the country with a friend, finding fresliinspiration inevery nook;now talkingover literaryprospects withhis associates,or, again, din-ing at the*Cock inFleet Street,and sittinglate into theevening overthe pint ofport and thecigars. Sucha dinner isrecalled byS p e d d i n g,when the twodined to-gether, andtwo chops anda pickle, twocheeses and apint of stout,preceded theport and thetobacco. Theold Cock isswept awaynow, with abank on its site; and the enthusiast who is anxious to get a notionof its appearance must content himself with the picturesof its staircase and dining-room, which hang in a roomin a new tavern under the old name, almost opposite. FIREPLACE IN THE COCK TAVERN. 64 ALFRED, LORD TENNYSON the Fleet Street end of Chancery Lane. The old grill-room, as it is called, is refitted with the boxes * larded withthe steam of thirty thousand dinners, with their brass rodsand rusty curtains. The fine old oak fireplace has beenmoved there bodily: the floor is still sanded, and thecrockery is of the willow pattern. And ever bustling andhustling his two boy assistants, Paul, himself a waiter at theformer house, strives with a genial contempt for conven-tionality to keep the old spirit astir in the new surroundings. Chump chop—oppoi^/^/z/ the fireplace. Two kippers inorder. Hurry up that rabbit for the chair-table, evening, gentlemen, and thank you. And Paulrattles you out as hurriedly as he welcomed you in. The Lyrical Monologue, surmounted by a portrait of the Cock, carved by Grinling Gibbons, has been reprintedby the proprietor, and Paul is proud to give his c
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