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Mr. Beck, Alfred Tennyson, the Poet Laureate.
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Mr. Tennyson, said Mr. Beck,
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I do assure you, sir, that this is the kindest thing that has been done to me since I came to England. I hope I see you well, sir. I read your _Fifine at the Fair_, sir--no, that was the other man's--I mean, sir, your _Songs before Sunrise_; and I congratulate you. We've got some poets on our side of the water, sir. I've written poetry myself for the papers. We've got Longfellow and Lowell, and take out you and Mr. Swinburne, with them we'll meet your lot.