Clarence King 



IN my early acquaintance with Clar- 

 ence King, I fancied a resem- 

 blance between him and Dante 

 Gabriel Rossetti. I still think there 

 was something, perhaps merely in 

 the shape of the head, which justi- 

 fied the impression. And notwith- 

 standing the very distinct New Eng- 

 land side of King, there was some- 

 thing, the mark of which seemed 

 to connect him with such South- 

 ern terms as might belong to a 

 Spaniard or a descendant of a Span- 

 iard. In his picturesque accounts 

 of dealings with the people whom 

 we think of as belonging to Spain, 

 there seemed to be always a subtle 

 appreciation of their character, a 

 manner of fitting into it which took 

 away from the appearance of a 

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