![]() ![]() Housman’s brother Laurence, buying up the last six copies which remained unsold, gave away one or two and, thirty years later, sold one of the four remaining copies for £12, another for £20, and a third for £30. ![]() ![]() It took another year to dispose of the remaining 119 copies. At the end of the first year, 381 copies had been sold. It had previously been offered to Macmillan - in London - and declined on the advice, it has been asserted, of John Morley, who was then their reader. Five hundred copies were printed at the author’s expense. It is the rarest book of modern English poetry. IF, by chance, browsing along New York’s “Charing Cross Road” which, as you have correctly guessed, lies between Astor Place and 14th Street, you should be fortunate enough to pick up, on any of the 5 and 10 cent stalls lining both sides of that avenue, a small thin book (a 16mo, it would be called) in boards, with vellum back and paper label, bearing the title of this essay, don’t pass it up. ![]()
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