The Equinox (Volume I, Number VII)

WAITE‘S WET Waite’s photograph, frock-coat and all, was carried in its red plush frame shoulder high by Mr. Battiscombe Gunn; Kennedy took a tailor’s bill from his bosom, and dropped a silent tear upon it, murmuring "His letterl” The Editor, bustling Austin Harrison aside, took a bottle 01?יchampagne and a taxi to South Ealing, ignorant or careless of the reception that she might expect from that mother of “one a'," née “Ada Lakeman, of Devonshire family and Greek ex— traction,” with the words “Sidmouth Lodge—lickitysplit.‘ my grandmother’s hat!" while the stock of all those “public companies,” of which Mr. Waite is “ in business secretary and director,” soared beyond the clouds, and had subsequently to be watered with tears. Brooklyn, N.Y., where he was born, organized a procession which, instead of taking so many hours to pass a given point, decided, in flattering imitation of its greatest son, to take several weeks to come to it. The “old family of Lovell," which boasts itself to be his ancestor through his mother, saw the culmination of its own fortunes in this great fortune of its fortune—telling scion, and gave itself the Glad Eye; the “earliest settlers in Connecticut," who were responsible for his father, wriggled with pleasure in their graves, like tickled children: the “orders and fraternities which are concealed within Masonry or have arisen out of it,” with which he “is connected in particular," tyled themselves and gave themselves over to unbridled joy: the " Hermetic Text Society" recently established by him “ for the production by experts of rare old books and M55, belonging to the literatures 01 Christian Mysticism, Rosicrucianism, Kabalism, and Alchemy” (more commercial candour l) tried in its joy to sell the MS. of VIII g 241