Es bildet ein Talent sich in der Stille,
      Sich ein Charakter in dem Strome der Welt.

After writing a life of Schiller which almost anyone might have written, Carlyle retired for some years to Craigenputtoch, and then brought forth Sartor Resartus, which was personal and soul-revealing to the verge of eccentricity.  In the same way Wagner was a mere continuator of Weber in Lohengrin and Tannhaeuser, and first came to his own in the Meistersinger and Tristan, after years of meditation in Switzerland.

This period for Oscar Wilde began with his marriage; the freedom from sordid anxieties allowed him to lift up his head and be himself.  Kepler, I think, it is who praises poverty as the foster-mother of genius; but Bernard Palissy was nearer the truth when he said:—­Pauvrete empeche bons esprits de parvenir (poverty hinders fine minds from succeeding).  There is no such mortal enemy of genius as poverty except riches:  a touch of the spur from time to time does good; but a constant rowelling disables.  As editor of The Woman’s World Oscar had some money of his own to spend.  Though his salary was only some six pounds a week, it made him independent, and his editorial work gave him an excuse for not exhausting himself by writing.  For some years after marriage; in fact, till he lost his editorship, he wrote little and talked a great deal.

During this period we were often together.  He lunched with me once or twice a week and I began to know his method of work.  Everything came to him in the excitement of talk, epigrams, paradoxes and stories; and when people of great position or title were about him he generally managed to surpass himself:  all social distinctions appealed to him intensely.  I chaffed him about this one day and he admitted the snobbishness gaily.

“I love even historic names, Frank, as Shakespeare did.  Surely everyone prefers Norfolk, Hamilton and Buckingham to Jones or Smith or Robinson.”

As soon as he lost his editorship he took to writing for the reviews; his articles were merely the resume of his monologues.  After talking for months at this and that lunch and dinner he had amassed a store of epigrams and humorous paradoxes which he could embody in a paper for The Fortnightly Review or The Nineteenth Century.

These papers made it manifest that Wilde had at length, as Heine phrased it, reached the topmost height of the culture of his time and was now able to say new and interesting things.  His Lehrjahre or student-time may be said to have ended with his editorship.  The articles which he wrote on “The Decay of Lying,” “The Critic as Artist,” and “Pen, Pencil and Poison”; in fact, all the papers which in 1891 were gathered together and published in book form under the title of “Intentions,” had about them the stamp of originality.  They achieved a noteworthy success with the best minds, and laid the foundation of his fame.  Every paper contained, here and there, a happy phrase, or epigram, or flirt of humour, which made it memorable to the lover of letters.