‘Geldestone Hall—Beccles’ or ‘Farlingay Hall, Woodbridge,’ are pretty sure Addresses. Please to remember me kindly to your Husband and believe me
Yours very sincerely,
Edwd FitzGerald.
Bath House, Lowestoft.
October 26 [1859].
Dear Mrs. Allen,
I must thank you for your so kind Letter, and kind Invitation. But if I was but five Days with my old College Friend after twelve years’ Promise, and then didn’t go just on to Teignmouth to see my Sister, and her Family, I must not talk of going elsewhere—even to Prees—where John is always good enough to be asking me: even in a Letter To day received.
By the way, Last Saturday at Norwich while I was gazing into a Shop, a Woman’s Voice said, ‘How d’ ye do, Mr. FitzGerald?’ I looked up: a young Woman too, whom (of course) I didn’t know. ‘You don’t remember me, Andalusia Allen that was!’ Now Mrs. Day. I had not seen her since ’52, a Girl of, I suppose, twelve, playing
some Character in a Family Play. John’s Letter too tells me of his son going to College.
But Tenby—I don’t remember a pleasanter Place. I can now hear the Band on the Steamer as it left the little Pier for Bristol, the Steamer that brought me and the poor Boy now in his Grave to that Boardinghouse. It was such weather as now howls about this Lodging when one of those poor starved Players was drowned on the Sands, and was carried past our Windows after Dinner: I often remember the dull Trot of Men up the windy Street, and our running to the Window, and the dead Head, hair, and Shoulders hurried past. That was Tragedy, poor Fellow, whatever Parts he had played before.
I think you remember me with Kindness because accidentally associated with your old Freestone in those pleasant Days, that also were among the last of your Sister’s Life. Her too I can see, with her China-rose complexion: in the Lilac Gown she wore.