Léo LARGUIER (1878-1950). 54 L.A.S., 1905-1911, to Charles Dumas; approx. 115 pages in-8 or in-12, envelopes. Important friendly and literary correspondence to his "old friend", his "dear poet", "Mon lieutenant", "Mon vieux", etc. About poetry, their work; requests for writings or articles in various journals; questions about money, appointments and invitations, recommendations, wishes, etc. April 1, 1905. He was at a café terrace yesterday with Moréas, and thanks Dumas for his volume; he invites him to have coffee at his place one evening; "Derème told me some very beautiful verses by you", and he would like to know this poem... Thanks for his article: "Nothing could touch me more [...]. Poets are the only critics, and I am very proud of the pages you have devoted to me. This is certainly the first time anyone has said these things about my art"... Despax's book will soon be published: "I think it will be very beautiful"... February 1907. "A death, that of Mouvement! This magazine is dying of misery". He offers him short stories for Figaro: "I'll do something other than tales if that suits. Don't forget that I'm the columnist for L'Intransigeant - so many titles!"... Le Mouvement may reappear in the spring "transformed, critical and aggressive", but he'll try to get it an article in Antée. He will send a short story for Le Gaulois... "The muses are at my house this morning, I'm writing verses!"... September 1907. He works on the proofs of his poem Jacques (Mercure de France, 1907): "Jacques is on my table, dressed in printed paper, smelling the ink that has run down his white habit"... Requests for insertions in Le Gaulois, returns of corrected proofs, Sully-Prudhomme's funeral, etc. He is "overwhelmed, I have work to do and shaved this morning for the 1st time in 6 days"... October 1908. "You're one of those friends you see in right-thinking novels", the "type of sincere friend"... January 1, 1909. "Times are atrociously dark. [...] Vallotton has made you a very beautiful mask"... February 29, 1909. What is he doing "among the glandivores of the Luxembourg (L. Tailhade) are you a senator like Beuve? [...] What do you think of Mendès? Did I tell him enough that he would be struck by lightning? But I thought he'd be at the table or in the brothel"... April 5, 1909. Money troubles, thanks for a money order, "If you should happen to found a major newspaper, I have a splendid adventure novel at your disposal"... He regularly returns to La Grande Combe: "I've fled to the snows and icy mountains, after carrying the iron in my old affair. It's been hard. I had to, it's over". He'll stay there for two months, working: "I've fled to the grim, native mountains, to work a little in peace"... "I'm stuck, I eat like a priest and drink like a gravedigger"... He thought he'd come to bury his father, but now that he's feeling better, he's eager to get back to Paris: "We're not made for these populated houses, busy with ridiculous things; we're solitary people, splendid diamonds who suffer from all contact. Am I right, my old boar from the Cour de Rohan?"... 2 cartes de visite, 1 L.A.S. from the same to Louis Dumas, and 1 L.A.S. from E. Lenoble are enclosed.