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THE daughter of a Dean of Westminster, and the wife of a President of Trinity College, Oxford, Mrs. Woods moved in the most eminent intellectual circles of the Late-Victorian epoch, when poets still wore a Parnassian splendour and (usually) a Jovian beard. No English Laureate has ever played his. part more picturesquely than did Tennyson in his last period, when Aldworth was the Mecca of literary pilgrims, and young poets-more reverent then than now--came to gaze on the noble countenance of the great man and drink in his words. Amongst those admitted who saw him then was Mrs. Woods, now herself a considerable author, who will tonight recall her memories of how Tennyson appeared to a girl.