"The poem has too much vigor, too much truth, to please the easy-going optimist. But Truth is the test by which all literature must be tried; and Locksley Hall Sixty Years After will be recognized, when the verdict of many more than another sixty years has been pronounced upon it, to be one of the clearest, most unsparing pictures of its age to be found in contemporary literature. And when that recognition ripens round it, Tennyson's sincerity will not be without its reward." WAUGH (1893).

"It is a masterly study-a wonderful thing for Tennyson to have written at an age when most men are somewhat too inactive in mind to be able to pass out of themselves, and for a time to enter into the soul of another."

BROOKE (1894).

ENOCH ARDEN.

LONG lines of cliff breaking have left a chasm :
And in the chasm are foam and yellow sands;
Beyond, red roofs about a narrow wharf

In cluster; then a moulder'd church; and higher
A long street climbs to one tall-tower'd mill;
And high in heaven behind it a gray down
With Danish barrows; and a hazelwood,
By autumn nutters haunted, flourishes
Green in a cuplike hollow of the down.

Here on this beach a hundred years ago,
Three children of three houses, Annie Lee,
The prettiest little damsel in the port,
And Philip Ray the miller's only son,
And Enoch Arden, a rough sailor's lad
Made orphan by a winter shipwreck, play'd
Among the waste and lumber of the shore,
Hard coils of cordage, swarthy fishing-nets,
Anchors of rusty fluke, and boats updrawn ;
And built their castles of dissolving sand.
To watch them overflow'd, or following up
And flying the white breaker, daily left
The little footprint daily wash'd away.