.... Perhaps this is a habit of all authors, and it was only that Tennyson spoke out, like a child, what others might have concealed. He soon offered, to my great delight, to take me to the house of Mrs. Cameron , the celebrated amateur photographer, who lived close by. We at once came upon Mr. Cameron -a very picturesque figure, having fine white hair and beard, and wearing a dressing-gown of pale blue with ...