Most or these verses have appeared in the papers--_The Nation, New
Statesman, Cambridge Magazine_--to the editors of which I tender
customary dues. Also, in 1917, a dozen were brought together to
make a little book, _Ad Familiares_, of which a hundred copies
were printed privately. Of these seventy were immediately distributed
amongst my friends, while the remaining thirty have drifted into
the hands of curious amateurs who wrote and asked for them. My
stock is now exhausted; but apparently the stock of amateurs is not:
for, from time to time, still reach me civil requests for a copy. What
can I do? On the one hand, my vanity is outraged by the idea of people
anxious but unable to read me; on the other, I am too mean to print
for their benefit at my own expense. What I have done is to accept
with joy an offer by the Hogarth Press to publish a complete edition
of my poems--seventeen in number. Thus, in future, without being at
pains to write a flattering letter, and at a trifling cost, any amateur
can acquire the works of an extremely rare poet.