IN a recent communication, Lord Dunsany commented upon the quotation I made from his essay on “Romance and the Modern Stage” to this effect: “I think I have expressed myself far better in a speech to The Poets’ Club at a dinner they gave me in London in July, 1912, printed the following autumn in the English Review, the same number that had Masefield’s ‘Dauber’, I forget which.” Unfortunately I had overlooked this speech, and I now take occasion to repair the damage done, if any, by reproducing it in full. As Lord Dunsany seems to consider it in some sense an apologia, a summary of his views on poets and poetry, as well as a castigation of the present age, it may be considered of value quite aside from its intrinsic merit. For my own part I do not feel that, fine as it is, it is possessed of that rare quality which marks the essay on “Romance and the Modern Stage” so unquestionably Dunsany’s own. This, however, is purely a matter of opinion, and I must apologize for intruding mine here; doubtless the reader will disagree with me. As the confession of faith of a great poet, “Nowadays” is a memorable piece of work, both in itself, and in the light it throws upon its author.