if they failed to agree together. The end of the story-honours, titles, riches, the knowledge of having given to the world immortal works. And even in their passing was the quality of topsy-turveydom. The gay Sullivan, now an invalid, struggling to compose appropriate music for Kipling's "Absent-minded Beggar." And the ironic Gilbert, who once said: "I should like to die upon a summer day in my...