I send you here two stanzas written by me and addressed to you.1 I have taken this liberty at the suggestion of my uncle Mr Symonds,2 to whom I showed the verses, and by whom I was assured that my sending them would not be looked upon by you in the light of an impertinence. With the loc_vm.00310_large.jpg exception of a single line they are just as I wrote them two years ago some few weeks after your book first fell into my hands Mr Symonds bids me tell you something of myself. I was born in the year 1860. I am second son of what is here called a "country-gentleman" I have never been to any of our great public schools, but have got the little I know of the classics under various loc_vm.00311_large.jpgprivate tutors. I hope by next Christmass to have entered Balliol College Oxford. Owing to my want of a public-school training, I have not as yet been able to do much in the way of athletics I hope however when I get up to Oxford to do some rowing. With many hopes that you continue better in health
Believe me dear Mr Whitman Yours very truly St. Loe Strachey loc_vm.00312_large.jpg