. William De Morgan and his wife . ill at a roadsidepothouse. I saw a carters head and hands and a quart pot above themountain of hay that hid his residuum. He had been too lazy to getdown for his drink. It isnt what it was, said the old man. It was open countrythen. All built up now—all built up ! He looked towards the backsof new houses that were asserting themselves crudely along the KingsRoad. ... And then that graphic sun-lit vision of a bygone Chelseafades ; and the writer describes with mingled pathos and humourhow Eustace John returns as an old man to gaze at the trans-formed Retreat,
. William De Morgan and his wife . ill at a roadsidepothouse. I saw a carters head and hands and a quart pot above themountain of hay that hid his residuum. He had been too lazy to getdown for his drink. It isnt what it was, said the old man. It was open countrythen. All built up now—all built up ! He looked towards the backsof new houses that were asserting themselves crudely along the KingsRoad. ... And then that graphic sun-lit vision of a bygone Chelseafades ; and the writer describes with mingled pathos and humourhow Eustace John returns as an old man to gaze at the trans-formed Retreat, then inhabited by De Morgan and his wife. The last time I saw the place . . our house was no longer there,but traces of it appeared in the structure of two smaller houses, on itssite, one of them inhabited by artists, who had built a studio on ourgarden. Where have they not done so, and who wants the work they doin them ? Nemesis had come upon these, for a giant factory has sprungup and overwhelmed them and their studio. . .. SS. s> 2-2 > ai o ;5 o5 :? S 01 *- CS O -s fe I c = « o CO > MS. ■■j ^•o 9 c o n^l R •23 ^^^1 S :; CS ic c ^^1 O p^ 9 •< 5 c _ « a^ o Vh yj — O ?; o 1^ i;^.; h^l >■ij o-S 1^! -^3 W i*. t. -s i: 2 iy.» eated in the twilight, hear the flarc two figures approaching,ion by Evelyn De Morgan.) ■.£ = Two lovere Itiver of Ltulug. {Expla, ^ ^ JZ o *i u II THE FULHAM PERIOD 20l But though a network of sordid streets and the blank wallof a factory had indeed blotted out all trace of the lovely ruralscene pictured by De Morgan, at the date when he went to livethere, the houses in the Vale, with their peppercorn rental, stillbravely defied the extinction that had overwhelmed their formersurroundings. Full of unexpected nooks and irregularities,spruce with gay Morris papers, and decorated with De Morganpots and rich-hued paintings, the home to which the bride andbridegroom then returned had no trace of the desolati
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