It is noen years since I met, for t time, Mices, and for t time and t time udents; and nessed ragic end, and endured trange experiences, ings elligible, and driven me almost to taking t of St. Dominic. I  publistle s, someters from believers in t timidity, for t believe so evident sympat tist, s in any age. I  trine  a po to ts and to man  t to fas of common metals merely as part of an universal transmutation of all to some divine and imperisance; and to make my little book a fanciful reverie over transmutation of life into art, and a cry of measureless desire for a world made wholly of essences.

    I ting dreaming of en, in my s of Dublin; a ors  famous t in tics of ty and tions; and ed   last accomplise doctrine. traits, of more orical tistic interest, apestry, full of t out all ory and activity untoucy and peace; and noe and precise t it seemed more like a t t turous faces of my Francesca, I kneasy  o rule and custom; y and  error at sleepless destiny and o go to my booksamped ricate ornament, and of a carefully ce in ton in t I terness and  satiety. I  me all gods because I believed in none, and experienced every pleasure because I gave myself to none, but , individual, indissoluble, a mirror of poliseel: I looked in triumpion at t as t of jeo my mind, for ting out all t  of as affluent a beauty as t I t as I  in so many ots, t it o rob life of every bitterness except tterness  of deat ime after time, filled me e sorro Madonna y, turous faces singing in t, ties y,