etc."

And the little booklet closes with Mr Stevenson's own lines:

"REQUIEM.

Under the wide and starry sky,
Dig the grave and let me lie;
Glad did I live and gladly die,
And I laid me down with a will.
This be the verse you grave for me:
'Here he lies where he longed to be;
Home is the sailor, home from sea;
And the hunter home from the hill.'"

Every touch tells here was a man, with heart and head, with soul and mind
intent on the loftiest things; simple, great,

"Like one of the simple great ones gone
For ever and ever by.

His character towered after all far above his books; great and beautiful
though they were. Ready for friendship; from all meanness free. So,
too, the Samoans felt. This, surely, was what Goethe meant when he
wrote:

"The clear head and stout heart,
However far they roam,
Yet in every truth have part,
Are everywhere at home."

His manliness, his width of sympathy, his practicality, his range of
interests were in nothing more seen than in his contributions to the
history of Samoa, as specially exhibited in _A Footnote to History_ and
his letters to the _Times_. He was, on this side, in no sense a dreamer,
but a man of acute observation and quick eye for passing events and the
characters that were in them with sympathy equal to his discernments. His
portraits of certain Germans and others in these writings, and his power
of tracing effects to remote and underlying causes, show sufficiently
what he might have done in the field of history, had not higher voices
called him. His adaptation to the life in Samoa, and his assumption of
the semi-patriarchal character in his own sphere there, were only tokens
of the presence of the same traits as have just been dwelt on.

CHAPTER XI--MISS STUBBS' RECORD OF A PILGRIMAGE

Mrs Strong, in her chapter of _Table Talk in Memories of Vailima_, tells
a story of the natives' love for Stevenson. "The other day the cook was
away," she writes, "and Louis, who was busy writing, took his meals in
his room. Knowing there was no one to cook his lunch, he told Sosimo to
bring him some bread and cheese. To his surprise he was served with an
excellent meal--an omelette, a good salad, and perfect coffee. 'Who
cooked this?' asked Louis in Samoan. 'I did,' said Sosimo. 'Well,' said
Louis, 'great is your wisdom.' Sosimo bowed and corrected him--'Great is
my love!'"

Miss Stubbs, in her _Stevenson