That somewhere I can laugh and talk long hours with you again.
Note 1. This characteristic tribute by Mr. Masters to his friend William Marion Reedy was called forth by the latter’s death in July. In his own way, which seems to me the right way, Mr. Reedy was a “discoverer” of poets—and writers—through a sympathy and understanding unequalled among his contemporaries. He was no propagandist for any particular theory or method or school of the art; but a pure lover of poetry with infinite unselfishness of the lover who praises the virtues of his mistress and genially tolerates her faults. His memory will long be honored and affectionately cherished by the poets of America—a monument he would most desired for his fame.—W. S. B.
