tionally exhausted with the struggle of life, she died in London, only a little more than fifty years of age.

Meantime, what of Claire? That Byron's treatment of her was brutal, will be admitted; that she finally came to hate him, is entirely natural. Without resources after the death of her child, she had either to live on Shelley's bounty or get some sort of position. That she loved Shelley and was willing to become his mistress, is certain, and he was undoubtedly attached to her; but Mary, if she drove her husband with a light rein, never permitted him to get out of hand. She knew her husband's failings; she had ministered to them; and, moreover, she knew Claire, who was at last obliged to take a position as a governess. On the death of Sir Timothy Shelley, Claire came into a substantial legacy under Shelley's will, which made her independent. She died in Florence in 1879.

Return we now to Rome. Few visitors interested in English literature and biography will leave the Eternal City without paying at least one visit to the graves of Keats and Shelley. Keats had passed away in the arms of his friend Severn, and had been buried in the old Protestant burial ground, which, before the tombstone with its famous inscription: HERE LIES ONE WHOSE NAME WAS WRIT IN WATER, was erected, was permanently closed. When Shelley visited the grave of Keats, he visited also the new cemetery, separated from the old by a moat and a stone wall. The

old cemetery, overshadowed by the pyramid of Caius Cestius, has the appearance of a neglected field, in one corner of which is the grave of Keats; the new cemetery, one of the most beautiful places in the world, caused Shelley to write: "It almost makes one in love with death to think that one should be buried in so sweet a place."

After Shelley's ashes were conveyed to Rome, they were first interred in another part of the ground than that to which, for a century, men and women have been doing reverence to his memory. Trelawney, who visited Rome soon after Shelley's interment, was dissatisfied with the original location of the grave, and chose and purchased another and a better place, in a small bay formed by two abutments supporting a bit of the old Roman wall. Here he secured ground for the grave of his friend and for himself when his time should come, and planted the famous cypress trees. Shelley's ashes were thereupon disinterred and deposited under the flat marble slab with its wellknown inscription, and alongside it a similar slab was laid with no name or inscription thereon. More than half a century passed: it was supposed, if anyone gave the matter a thought, that Trelawney was long since dead and buried elsewhere, when quite unexpectedly a lady applied to the director of the cemetery and, handing him a small walnut box, told him that it contained the ashes of Trelawney, and asked that it be buried in the grave next to Shelley's.

There was no doubt as to the proprietorship of the

THE GRAVE OF JOHN KEATS

in the Protestant Cemetery at Rome

On the Italian photograph from which this print was made, the inscription reads: "Grave of the English Poet Young"!