the next； I was on pine…clad heights； gazing over moorland brown with last year's heather； feeling upon my face a wind from the white…flecked Channel。 So intense was my delight in the beautiful world about me that I forgot even myself； I enjoyed without retrospect or forecast； I； the egoist in grain； forgot to scrutinize my own emotions； or to trouble my happiness by parison with others' happier fortune。 It was a healthful time； it gave me a new lease of life； and taught me……in so far as I was teachable……how to make use of it。
X
Mentally and physically； I must be much older than my years。 At three…and…fifty a man ought not to be brooding constantly on his vanished youth。 These days of spring which I should be enjoying for their own sake； do but turn me to reminiscence； and my memories are of the springs that were lost。
Some day I will go to London and revisit all the places where I housed in the time of my greatest poverty。 I have not seen them for a quarter of a century or so。 Not long ago； had any one asked me how I felt about these memories； I should have said that there were certain street names； certain mental images of obscure London； which made me wretched as often as they came before me； but； in truth； it is a very long time since I was moved to any sort of bitterness by that retrospect of things hard and squalid。 Now； owning all the misery of it in parison with what should have been； I find that part of life interesting and pleasant to look back upon……greatly more so than many subsequent times； when I lived amid decencies and had enough to eat。 Some day I will go to London； and spend a day or two amid the dear old horrors。 Some of the places； I know； have disappeared。 I see the winding way by which I went from Oxford Street； at the foot of Tottenham Court Road； to Leicester Square； and； somewhere in the labyrinth （I think of it as always foggy and gas…lit） was a shop which had pies and puddings in the window； puddings and pies kept hot by steam rising through perforated metal。 How many a time have I stood there； raging with hunger； unable to purchase even one pennyworth of food！ The shop and the street have long since vanished； does any man remember them so feelingly as I？ But I think most of my haunts are still in existence： to tread again those pavements； to look at those grimy doorways and purblind windows； would affect me strangely。
I see that alley hidden on the west side of Tottenham Court Road； where； after living in a back bedroom on the top floor； I had to exchange for the front cellar； there was a difference； if I remember rightly； of sixpence a week； and sixpence； in those days； was a very great consideration……why； it meant a couple of meals。 （I once FOUND sixpence in the street； and had an exultation which is vivid in me at this moment。） The front cellar was stone…floored； its furniture was a table； a chair； a wash…stand； and a bed； the window； which of course had never been cleaned since it was put in； received light through a flat grating in the alley above。 Here I lived； here I WROTE。 Yes； 〃literary work〃 was done at that filthy deal table； on which； by the bye； lay my Homer； my Shakespeare； and the few other books I then possessed。 At night； as I lay in bed； I used to hear the tramp； tramp of a posse of policemen who passed along the alley on their way to relieve guard； their heavy feet sometimes sounded on the grating above my window。
I recall a tragi…ical incident of life at the British Museum。 Once； on going down into the lavatory to wash my hands； I became aware of a notice newly set up above the row of basins。 It ran somehow thus： 〃Readers are requested to bear in mind that these basins are to be used only for casual ablutions。〃 Oh； the significance of that inscription！ Had I not myself； more than once； been glad to use this soap and water more largely than the sense of the authorities contemplated？ And there were poor fellows working under the great dome whose need； in this respect； was greater than mine。 I laughed heartily at the notice； but it meant so much。
Some of my abodes I have utterly forgotten； for one reason or another； I was always moving……an easy matter when all my possessions lay in one small trunk。 Sometimes the people of the house were intolerable。 In those days I was not fastidious； and I seldom had any but the slightest intercourse with those who dwelt under the same roof； yet it happened now and then that I was driven away by human proximity which passed my endurance。 In other cases I had to flee from pestilential conditions。 How I escaped mortal illness in some of those places （miserably fed as I always was； and always over…working myself） is a great mystery。 The worst that befell me was a slight attack of diphtheria……traceable； I imagine； to the existence of a dust…bin UNDER THE STAIRCASE。 When I spoke of the matter to my landlady； she was at first astonished； then wrathful； and my departure was expedited with many insults。
On the whole； however； I had nothing much to plain of except my poverty。 You cannot expect great fort in London for four…and… sixpence a week……the most I ever could pay for a 〃furnished room with attendance〃 in those days of pretty stern apprenticeship。 And I was easily satisfied； I wanted only a little walled space in which I could seclude myself； free from external annoyance。 Certain forts of civilized life I ceased even to regret； a stair…carpet I regarded as rather extravagant； and a carpet on the floor of my room was luxury undreamt of。 My sleep was sound； I have passed nights of dreamless repose on beds which it would now make my bones ache only to look at。 A door that locked； a fire in winter； a pipe of tobacco……these were things essential； and； granted these； I have been often richly contented in the squalidest garret。 One such lodging is often in my memory； it was at Islington； not far from the City Road； my window looked upon the Regent's Canal。 As often as I think of it； I recall what was perhaps the worst London fog I ever knew； for three successive days； at least； my lamp had to be kept burning； when I looked through the window； I saw； at moments； a few blurred lights in the street beyond the Canal； but for the most part nothing but a yellowish darkness； which caused the glass to reflect the firelight and my own face。 Did I feel miserable？ Not a bit of it。 The enveloping gloom seemed to make my chimney…corner only the more cosy。 I had coals； oil； tobacco in sufficient quantity； I had a book to read； I had work which interested me； so I went forth only to get my meals at a City Road coffee…shop； and hastened back to the fireside。 Oh； my ambitions； my hopes！ How surprised and indignant I should have felt had I known of any one who pitied me！
Nature took revenge now and then。 In winter time I had fierce sore throats； sometimes acpanied by long and savage headaches。 Doctoring； of course； never occurred to me； I just locked my door； and； if I felt very bad indeed； went to bed……to lie there； without food or drink； till I was able to look after myself again。 I could never ask from a landlady anything which was not in our bond； and only once or twice did I receive spontaneous offer of help。 Oh； it is wonderful to think of all that youth can endure