SOURCE: “Comment: Henry B. Fuller,” in Poetry, Vol. 35, No. 1, October, 1929, pp. 34-41.

In the following essay, Monroe offers personal reminiscences of Fuller and an assessment of his literary career.

The editor's return in early August, just in time to prepare our seventeenth-birthday number, was saddened by news of the passing of Henry B. Fuller, who died on Sunday, July 28th, in the seventy-third year of his age. Poetry has always been deeply indebted to this distinguished member of its advisory committee, who shrank from any acknowledgment of his loyal service.

Urbanity, gentleness, politeness, humor both searching and kind, sensitiveness, keen wisdom, modesty, scholarship—these and other old-fashioned words rise out of one's inner consciousness with memories of the fine spirit who has slipped out of his quiet place on earth. My memories go back to his youth in our neighborhood, when my sister used to tell of this...