OF ART AND LIFE BEFORE I begin my address to you tonight, I have a word to say in memory of him who was so lately our President,1 William Morris. It is but one word; for I who knew him so well and yet shrank, from consideration of my own. insignificance, from speaking of him overmuch in public even in his lifetime, shrink doubly now that he is dead. He is too great for me to essay to compass him with criticise, to judge. self I cannot eulogy, too great to But if of him him speak, I may yet be 1 William Morris died on the opening day of the Exhibition, October 3, 1896. |