To A Former Schoolfellow
_ MY DEAR ----,
I will not write your name, for we have long been strangers； and I, at any rate, have no desire to renew our friendship. It is now ten years and more from the end of that summer term when we shook hands at the railway-station and went east and west with swelling hearts； and since then no report has come of you. In the meantime you may have died, or grown rich and esteemed； but that you have remained the boy I knew is clearly beyond hope.
You were a genius then, and wrote epic poetry. I assume that you have found it worth while to discontinue that habit, for I never see your name among the publishers‘ announcements. But your poetry used to be magnificent when you recited it in the shadow of the deserted fives-court； and I believe you spoke sincerely when you assured me that my stories, too, were something above contempt.
To the boy that was you I would dedicate a small tale, crammed with historical inaccuracy. To-day, no doubt,

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