In a discreet and inaccessible nook of Hyde Park, London, Premier Stanley Baldwin unveiled, last week, a memorial to Naturalist W. H. Hudson by Sculptor Jacob Epstein. As the sheet that swaddled the work was drawn aside, a murmer of horror went up from the onlookers, many of whom, it was noticed, were old men—dignified seigneurs, others whose peaked countenances and obvious irascibility made it clear that they could come under no definition other than that of curmudgeon. They aimed trembling fingers at a panel of the memorial which was said to...
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