would not take a degree, and in 1807 he disappeared from the University altogether.

About this time he gained the friendship of

Lamb, Coleridge, and the Wordsworths. In 1809 he formally ceased all connection with Oxford, and bought a cottage at Townend, Grasmere, which remained his headquarters until 1830. Coleridge soon after, in 1810, left the Lakes, but with the family of Wordsworth De Quincey formed a close link of intimacy. In 1813 he was the victim of pecuniary troubles, and anxiety brought on with great violence his "most appalling irritation of the stomach." It was

now, he tells us, that he "became a regular and confirmed (no longer an intermitting) opium-eater." Towards the end of 1816 he married the daughter of a neighbouring farmer, Margaret Simpson, having contrived. in some degree to free himself from the bondage of the laudanum. There followed "a year of brilliant water, set, as it were, in the gloomy umbrage of opium," and then De Quincey relapsed again. He began, however, in 1821, to write in the London

magazines, and in 1822, at the age of thirty-seven, he published anonymously his first

book, The Confessions of an Opium-Eater. From 1821 to 1824 he was on the staff of the "London Magazine," and in 1825 he published the sham Waverley novel, Walladmor, the English adaptation of a German forgery. In 1826 he began to write for. "Blackwood," and to alternate his dwellingplace between Edinburgh and Westmoreland, while in 1830 he actually transferred his wife and children from the Townend cottage to Edinburgh. For the next ten years De Quincey contributed with immense industry to "Blackwood's" and "Tait's " magazines. In 1832 he published his novel of Klosterheim. His personal life in these and subsequent years is very difficult to follow; it was saddened by the deaths of two of his children, and then, in 1837, of his long-suffering and devoted wife. In 1838 De Quincey took a lodging in Lothian Street, and in 1840 his young daughters, finding him helpless in domestic business, hired a cottage at Lass

wade, seven miles out of Edinburgh, where they kept house very economically for the four younger children, and whither their eccentric father could retire when he wished. For the rest of his life this little house, called Mavis Bush, was his home whenever he emerged from the strange burrowings and campings of his extraordinary life in Edinburgh. Hitherto, and for long after this, De Quincey was in the main an inedited contributor to periodicals. In 1853 he began the

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thon now suffer
God that give by dening to repice ? _ "It
yes, yes, yes — was herenser from the Daughter of
Lebanon. Inmedickly the Wangleit gent sind
to the trams, and the trend gave the signet to
the Sun; and in one minute after the Sumpter oftebe
non had jehe bich a meth corpse emopt her thith?
laptermal sober, the solar ort dropped behind Leben
-on, and th Evangelist, with eyes grised by

mortal

and immortal tears, gindend thanks to God, that had
this accomplited to word While the

Magiela offebanon — that not fort the hielt time

Should the sun go down Whind her haker hitte, befor
ん

he had put her back as his Father's house.

A Fragment of the MS. of De Quincey's "Daughter of Lebanon

issue of his Collected Works, the fourteenth volume of which appeared in 1860, just after his death. De Quincey died in his old lodging in Lothian Street, Edinburgh, of sheer senile weakness, on the 8th of December 1859, and was buried very quietly in the West Churchyard of Edinburgh. He was of an extremely small figure and boyish countenance, gentle and elaborately polite in manner, with an inexhaustible fund of exquisite conversation, which he delivered in clear and silvery tones. His eccentricity, his pugnacity, his hyperbolic courtesy, his sweetness to his children, have produced a rich sheaf of excellent literary anecdote.

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