MR. OSCAR WILDE'S 'HOUSE OF POMEGRANATES.' Pall Mall
Gazette, Vol. LIII. No. 8339, page 2.

1892

February 20. PUPPETS AND ACTORS. Daily Telegraph, No. 11,470, page 3.

February 27. MR. OSCAR WILDE EXPLAINS. St. James's Gazette, Vol. XXIV.
No. 3654, page 4.

December 6. THE NEW REMORSE. Spirit Lamp, Vol. II. No. 4, page 97.

1893

February 17. THE HOUSE OF JUDGMENT. Spirit Lamp, Vol. III. No. 2, page
52.

March 2. MR. OSCAR WILDE ON 'SALOME.' Times, No. 33,888, page 4.

June 6. THE DISCIPLE. Spirit Lamp, Vol. IV. No. 2, page 49.

TO MY WIFE: WITH A COPY OF MY POEMS; AND WITH A COPY OF 'THE HOUSE OF
POMEGRANATES.' Book-Song, An Anthology of Poems of Books and Bookmen
from Modern Authors. Edited by Gleeson White, pages 156, 157. London:
Elliot Stock.

[This was the first publication of these two poems. Anthologies
containing reprints are not included in this list.]

1894

January 15. LETTER TO THE PRESIDENT OF THE THIRTEEN CLUB. Times, No.
34,161, page 7.

July. POEMS IN PROSE. ('The Artist,' 'The Doer of Good,' 'The
Disciple,' 'The Master,' 'The House of Judgment.') Fortnightly Review,
Vol. LIV. No. 331, page 22.

September 20. THE ETHICS OF JOURNALISM. Pall Mall Gazette, Vol. LIX.
No. 9202, page 3.

September 25. THE ETHICS OF JOURNALISM. Pall Mall Gazette, Vol. LIX.
No. 9206, page 3.

October 2. 'THE GREEN CARNATION.' Pall Mall Gazette, Vol. LIX. No.
9212, page 3.

December. PHRASES AND PHILOSOPHIES FOR THE USE OF THE YOUNG. Chameleon,
Vol. I. No. 1, page 1.

1895

April 6. LETTER ON THE QUEENSBERRY CASE. Evening News, No. 4226, page
3.

1897

May 28. THE CASE OF WARDER MARTIN. SOME CRUELTIES OF PRISON LIFE. Daily
Chronicle, No. 10,992, page 9.

1898

March 24. LETTER ON PRISON REFORM. Daily Chronicle, No. 11,249, page 5.

Footnotes.

{0a} See Lord Arthur Savile's Crime and other Prose Pieces in this
edition, page 223.

{3} Reverently some well-meaning persons have placed a marble slab on
the wall of the cemetery with a medallion-profile of Keats on it and some
mediocre lines of poetry. The face is ugly, and rather hatchet-shaped,
with thick sensual lips, and is utterly unlike the poet himself, who was
very beautiful to look upon. 'His countenance,' says a lady who saw him
at one of Hazlitt's lectures, 'lives in my mind as one of singular beauty
and brightness; it had the expression as if he had been looking on some
glorious sight.'