, and probably also to Dilke, who assured
George that John Keats had known nothing of direct want of either money
or friends. George, who has been described as "the most manly and
self-possessed of men," settled at Louisville, Kentucky, where he became
a prominent citizen, and left a family creditably established. He died
in 1841, and his widow remarried with a Mr. Jeffrey. In one of his
letters addressed to his sister, April 1824, there is a pleasant little
critique of "Don Quixote." It gives one so prepossessing an idea of its
writer that I am tempted to extract it:--

"Your face is decidedly not Spanish, but English all over. If I
fancied you to resemble Don Quixote, I should fancy a handsome,
intelligent, melancholy countenance, with something wild but
benevolent about the eyes, a lofty forehead but not very broad,
with finely-arched eyebrows, denoting candour and generosity. He
is an immense favourite of mine; and I cannot help feeling angry
with the great Cervantes for bringing him into situations where
he is the laughing-stock of minds so inferior to his own. It is
evident he was a great favourite of the author, and it is evident
_he_ was united with the chivalric spirits he so wittily
ridicules. He is made to speak as much sound sense, elevated
morality, and true piety, as any divine who ever wrote. If I were
to meet such a man, I should almost hate myself for laughing at
his eccentricities."

The opening reference here to a Spanish face must relate to the fact
that Miss Fanny Keats, who in girlhood had been the recipient of many
affectionate and attentive letters from her brother John, was engaged
to, and eventually married, a Spanish gentleman, Senhor Llanos, author
of "Don Esteban," "Sandoval the Freemason," and other books illustrating
the modern history of his country. He was a Liberal, and in the time of
the Spanish Republic represented his Government at the Court of Rome.
Mrs. Llanos is still living at a very advanced age. A few years ago a
pension on the Civil List was conferred upon her, in national
recognition of what is due to the sister of John Keats. There is a
pathetic reference to her appearance at the close of the very last
letter which he wrote: "My sister, who walks about my imagination like a
ghost, she is so like Tom."

Miss Brawne married a Mr. Lindon some years after the death of Keats. I
do not know how many years, but it must have been later th