WILLIAM WINTER.

William Winter's card, of The New York Tribune, of State Island, Fort Hill, New Brighton, reminds me of one of the most companionable men I ever met. He was for many years, and is now, called the Oxenford dramatic critic of New York, and it was no disparagement to our then honest old Times critic to be named with William Winter; for though Winter had not at that time gained the wonderful knowledge of the English drama Oxenford had, he was then a fine dramatic scholar, and an exceedingly well travelled man into the bargain. Twenty years ago, Winter was very fond of and made much of his visits to England. In fact, he knew our old country wonderfully well, and it was much safer to ask than try to tell him about notable places in England, especially in Shakespeare's county. But strange to say, when I first knew Winter—and, as I have said, he then had a capital knowledge of England—he had not been to the British Museum, and I only found out by accident he had not been there. He and I happened to be passing the building in a cab one summer afternoon, making our way northwards to a garden party, and he said, “I must spare a few hours to go there before I go back home this time.”