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mes to his lions i might have liked them also and i think that nettleship himself would have liked them better； and liking them better have bee a better painter。 we had the same kind of religious feeling； but i could give a crude philosophical expression to mine while he could only express his in action or with brush and pencil。 he often told me of certain ascetic ambitions； very much like my own； for he had kept all the moral ambition of youth with a moral courage peculiar to himself； as for instance？？yeats； the other night i was arrested by a policeman？？was walking round regents park barefooted to keep the flesh under？？good sort of thing to do？？i was carrying my boots in my hand and he thought i was a burglar； and even when i explained and gave him half a crown； he would not let me go till i had promised to put on my boots before i met the next policeman。
he was very proud and shy； and i could not imagine anybody asking him questions； and so i was content to take these stories as they came； confirmations of stories i had heard in boyhood。 one story in particular had stirred my imagination； for； ashamed all my boyhood of my lack of physical courage； i admired what was beyond my imitation。 he thought that any weakness； even a weakness of body； had the character of sin； and while at breakfast with his brother； with whom he shared a room on the third floor of a corner house； he said that his nerves were out of order。 presently he left the table； and got out through the window and on to a stone ledge that ran along the wall under the windowsills。 he sidled along the ledge； and turning the corner with it； got in at a different window and returned to the table。 my nerves； he said； are better than i thought。
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nettleship said to me： has edwin ellis ever said anything about the effect of drink upon my genius？ no； i answered。 i ask； he said； because i have always thought that ellis has some strange medical insight。 though i had answered no； ellis had only a few days before used these words： nettleship drank his genius away。
ellis； but lately returned from perugia； where he had lived many years； was another old friend of my fathers but some years younger than nettleship or my father。 nettleship had found his simplifying image； but in his painting had turned away from it； while ellis； the son of alexander ellis； a once famous man of science； who was perhaps the last man in england to run the circle of the sciences without superficiality； had never found that image at all。 he was a painter and poet； but his painting； which did not interest me； showed no influence but that of leighton。 he had started perhaps a couple of years too late for pre？raphaelite influence； for no great pre？raphaelite picture was painted after 1870； and left england too soon for that of the french painters。
he was； however； sometimes moving as a poet and still more often an astonishment。 i have known him cast something just said into a dozen lines of musical verse； without apparently ceasing to talk； but the work once done he could not or would not amend it； and my father thought he lacked all ambition。 yet he had at times nobility of rhythm？？an instinct for grandeur？？and after thirty years i still repeat to myself his address to mother earth： o mother of the hills； forgive our towers； o mother of the clouds； forgive our dreams and there are certain whole poems that i read from time to time or try to make others read。 there is that poemwhere the manner is unworthy of the matter； being loose and facile； describing adam and eve fleeing from paradise。 adam asks eve what she carries so carefully and eve replies that it is a little of the apple core kept for their children。 there is that vision of christ the less； a too hurriedly written ballad； where the half of christ； sacrificed to the divine half that fled to seek felicity； wanders wailing through golgotha； and there is the saint and the youth in which i can discover no fault at all。 he loved plexities？？seven silences like candles round her face is a line of his？？and whether he wrote well or ill had always a manner； which i would have known from that of any other poet。 he would say to me； i am a mathematician with the mathematics left out？？his father was a great mathematician？？or a woman once said to me； 〃mr。 ellis why are your poems like sums？〃 and certainly he loved symbols and abstractions。 he said once； when i had asked him not to mention something or other； surely you have discovered by this time that i know of no means whereby i can mention a fact in conversation。
he had a passion for blake； picked up in pre？raphaelite studios； and early in our acquaintance put into my hands a scrap of note paper on which he had written some years before an interpretation of the poem that begins the fields from islington to marylebone to primrose hill and st。 johns wood were builded over with pillars of gold and there jerusalems pillars stood。
the four quarters of london represented blakes four great mythological personages； the zoas； and also the four elements。 these few sentences were the foundation of all study of the philosophy of william blake； that requires an exact knowledge for its pursuit and that traces the connection between his system and that of swedenborg or of boehme。 i recognised certain attributions； from what is sometimes called the christian cabala； of which ellis had never heard； and with this proof that his interpretation was more than phantasy； he and i began our four years work upon the prophetic books of william blake。 we took it as almost a sign of blakes personal help when we discovered that the spring of 1889； when we first joined our knowledge； was one hundred years from the publication of the book of thel； the first published of the prophetic books； as though it were firmly established that the dead delight in anniversaries。 after months of discussion and reading； we made a concordance of all blakes mystical terms； and there was much copying to be done in the museum & at red hill； where the descendants of blakes friend and patron； the landscape painter； john linnell； had many manuscripts。 the linnellswere narrow in their religious ideas & doubtful of blakes orthodoxy； whom they held； however； in great honour； and i remember a timid old lady who had known blake when a child saying： he had very wrong ideas； he did not believe in the historical jesus。 one old man sat always beside us ostensibly to sharpen our pencils； but perhaps really to see that we did not steal the manuscripts； and they gave us very old port at lunch and i have upon my dining room walls their present of blakes dante engravings。 going thither and returning ellis would entertain me by philosophical discussion； varied with improvised stories； at first folk tales which he professed to have picked up in scotland； and though i had read and collected many folk tales； i did not see through the deceit。 i have a partial memory of two more elaborate tales； one of an italian conspirator flying barefoot from i forget what adventure through i forget what italian city； in the early morning。 fearing to be recognised by his bare feet； he slipped past the sleepy porter at an hotel calling out number so and so as if he were some belated guest。 then passing from bedroom door to door he tried on the boots； and just as he got a pair to fit a voice cried from the room who is that？
merely me； sir； he called back； taking your boots。 the other was of a martyrs bible round which the cardinal virtues had taken personal form？？this a fragment of blakes philosophy。 it was in the possession of an old clergyman when a certain jockey called upon him； and the cardinal virtues； confused between jockey and clergyman； devoted themselves to the jockey。 as whenever he sinned a cardinal virtue interfered and turned him back to virtue； he lived in great credit and made； but for one sentence； a very holy death。 as his wife and family knelt round in admiration and grief； he suddenly said damn。 o my dear； said his wife； what a dreadful expression。 he answered； i am going to heaven and straightway died。 it was a long tale； for there were all the jockeys vain attempts to sin； as well as all the adventures of the clergyman； who became v