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alone。

Yours　ever；

A。　Lang。

Do　you　bar　ferreting　rabbits？　I　think　it　damnable。

The　answer　to　this　is　dated　November　13；　1911。

November　13；　1911。

My　dear　Andrew；　—　All　right；　you　shall　“faire　des　objections；”　i。e。　if　we　ever　live　to　get　at　the　thing；　which　I　can’t　do　at　present。

I　think　Kor　was　the　mother　of　Egypt；　which　kept　up　a　filial　correspondence　with　her　oracles。　“She”　smashed　the　place　in　a　rage　because　they　tried　her　for　the　murder　of　Kallikrates。　Foundation　of　history　—　papyrus　records　brought　home　by　Holly　and　sent　with　“Ayesha”　MS。　Entered　up　by　that　old　priest　Junis；　or　someone。

Yes；　ferreting　rabbits　is　beastly；　especially　when　the　ferret　freezes　on　to　the　rabbit　in　the　hole。　But　one　must　get　rid　of　rabbits　somehow。　Now　coursing　—　but　you　know　my　views　on　the　matter。

Ever　yours；

H。　Rider　Haggard。

I　find　among　my　copies　of　letters　one　written　to　Lang　in　1907；　which　also　deals　with　the　question　of　a　further　collaboration　that　we　contemplated　at　this　time。　I　had　quite　forgotten　the　matter；　but　now　I　remember　that　it　came　to　nothing。　Lang　suggested　one　of　the　old　Greek　legends　that　ended　in　the　most　horrible　all…round　tragedy　—　I　do　not　at　the　moment　recall　which　of　them　it　was；　though　I　could　easily　discover　by　consulting　his　letters　of　the　period。

I　said　that　it　would　not　do：　that　a　twentieth…century　audience　ething　a　little　more　cheerful。　I　think　he　was　rather　cross　with　me　about　it　—　if　he　could　be　cross　with　me；　for　no　shadow　of　real　difference　ever　came　between　us。　At　any　rate　the　idea　fell　through；　for　which；　too　late；　I　am　very　sorry　now。　Here　is　my　letter：

Ditchingham　House；　Norfolk：

December　28；　1907。

My　dear　Andrew；　—　I’d　like　to　do　another　book　with　you　before　we　skip　—　awfully。　I　think　you　were　a　bit　discouraged　about　the　“W。　Desire”　because　a　lot　of　ignorant　fools　slated　it；　but　in　my　opinion　you　were　wrong。　That　work　I　believe　will　last。　It　is　extraordinarily　liked　by　many　who　can　understand。　I　told　you　about　the　American　Egyptologist　I　met；　for　instance；　who　reads　it　every　night！

Well　now：　I　don’t　care　much　for　your　Covenanter　who　would　speak　Scotch；　etc。　（i。e。　at　first　sight）。　He　would　not　have　much　of　a　public　or　enlist　the　heart。　Can　you　not　think　of　something　“big　and　beautiful；”　something　that　has　an　idea　in　it？　Something　for　choice　that　has　to　do　with　old　Greece　（which　you　know）　and　with　old　Egypt　（which　I　know？）。　Something　with　room　in　it　for　a　few　of　your　beautiful　verses　（I　am　not　laying　it　on；　old　fellow；　only　saying　the　truth）。　In　short；　a　real　poetical　romance　such　as　we　might　both　be　proud　of。　Now　don’t　toss　this　aside；　but　think。　You　know　all　the　old　world　legends：　there　must　be　some　that　would　lend　themselves　to　this　general　scheme：　that　of　the　quest　for　the　divine　which　must　（for　the　purpose　of　story）　be　symbolised　by　woman。　You　see　the　thing　must　have　a　heart；　mere　adventures　are　not　enough：　I　can　turn　them　out　by　the　peck。　A　motive；　friend；　a　motive！　that’s　what　we　need；　and　one　that　the　world　knows　of。

How　about　a　variant　of　the　Faust　legend？　How　about　the　Sons　of　God　and　the　Daughters　of　Men？　Something　grand　and　pure　and　simple；　something　to　lift　up！　Now　don’t　be　discouraged；　for　though　we　are　both　antique；　I　know　that　we　can　do　it；　if　only　we　can　find　the　theme。

Where　is　our　Hypatia？　Let’s　do　a　big　thing　for　once　and　die　happy！　Please　answer。

Yours　ever；

H。　Rider　Haggard。

The　last　notes　I　ever　received　from　him　were　written　in　February　of　the　present　year；　just　before　I　went　to　Egypt；　and　in　somewhat　better　spirits　than　those　that　I　have　quoted。　For　instance；　one　begins　“Cher　Monsieur　le　Chevalier。”

At　Longman’s　request　I　had　suggested　to　Lang；　half…jokingly；　that　we　should　go　together　on　a　lecture　tour　to　South　Africa；　as　to　which　some　proposals　had　been　made　to　Longman。

“Me　go　to　South　Africa　to　lecture！”　he　answered。　“Why；　going　from　London　to　Upp”　—　Longman’s　place　in　Hertfordshire　—　“knocks　me　up。”

Evidently　so　long　ago　as　February　he　was　not　feeling　strong。　I　may　add　that　a　week　or　two　since　I　met　our　mutual　friend；　Sir　William　Richmond；　to　whom　“The　World’s　Desire”　was　dedicated。　He　told　me　that　he　thought　seriously　of　Lang’s　health　—　that　he　seemed　very　anxious　to　see　his　friends；　but　when　he　did　see　them　spoke　but　little。

Looking　through　Lang’s　letters　to　me　I　find　one；　written　from　St。　Andrews　on　February　20；　1896；　that　tells　me　of　the　death　of　his　brother　in　moving　terms。　In　that　letter　appears　the　following　passage；　which　on　this　sad　day　I　quote　with　pride　and　gratitude：

“You　have　been　more　to　me　of　what　the　dead　friends　of　my　youth　were；　than　any　other　man；　and　I　take　the　chance　to　say　it；　though　not　given　to　speaking　of　such　matters。”

With　this　letter　is　a　draft　of　my　answer；　rough　and　cut　about；　from　which　I　extract　a　passage　or　two。

“No；　there　is　nothing　to　be　said；　except　what　I　once　put　into　the　mouth　of　a　character　in　‘Montezuma’　—　that　no　affection　is　perfect　until　it　is　sealed　and　sanctified　by　death。”

（I　feel　the　truth　of　that　statement　today　when　dear　Lang　seems　nearer　to　me　than　he　has　been　for　many　a　year　—　than　he　has　ever　been！）