But, besides this, I saw a good deal of Mr John Loder, third in a line of Woodbridge booksellers, who knew FitzGerald for many years, and has much to tell of him which were well worth preserving. From him I received
a loan of Mr Elihu Vedder’s splendid illustrations to the ‘Rubáiyát,’ and a couple of presents. The first is a pencil-drawing of FitzGerald’s yacht; the second, a book, “made up,” like so many others, by FitzGerald, and comprising this one, three French plays, a privately printed article on Moore, and the first edition of ‘A Little Dinner at Timmins’s.’ Then with Mr Barrett, the Ipswich bookseller, who likewise knew FitzGerald, I had two chance meetings; and last but not least, I spent a most pleasant day at Colchester with Mr Frederick Spalding, curator now of the museum there.
Sitting in his alcove, hewn out of the massy wall of the Norman keep, he poured forth story after story of FitzGerald, and showed me his memorials of their friendship. This was a copy of Miss Edgeworth’s ‘Frank,’ in German and English, given to FitzGerald at Edgeworthstown (cf. ‘Letters,’ p. 74); and that, FitzGerald’s own school copy of Boswell’s ‘Johnson,’ which he gave Mr Spalding, first writing on the fly-leaf—“He was pleased to say to me one morning when we were alone in his study, ‘Boswell, I am almost easier with you than with anybody’ (vol. v. p. 75).” Here, again, was a scrap-book, containing, inter alia, a long and interesting unpublished letter from Carlyle to FitzGerald about the projected Naseby monument, and a fragment of a letter from Frederic Tennyson, criticising
the Laureate’s “Welcome to Alexandra.” Not being a short-hand reporter or American interviewer, I am not going to try to reproduce Mr Spalding’s discourse (he must do that himself some day); but a letter of his in the ‘East Anglian’ of 8th July 1889 I will reprint:—
The fishing Lugger built at Lowestoft was named the “Meum and Tuum,” commonly called by the fishermen there the “Mum and Tum,” much to Mr FitzGerald’s amusement; and the ship alluded to by Mr Gosse was the pretty schooner of 15 tons, built by Harvey, of Wyvenhoe, and named the “Scandal,” after “the main staple of Woodbridge.” My friend, T. N., the skipper, gave a different account of the origin of the name. I was standing with him on the Lowestoft Fish Market, close to which the little “Scandal” was moored, after an early dive from her deck, when Tom was addressed by one of two ladies: “Pray, my man, can you tell me who owns that very pretty yacht?” “Mr Edward FitzGerald of Woodbridge, ma’am,” said Tom, touching his cap. “And can you tell us her name?” “The ‘Scandal,’ ma’am.” “Dear me! how came he to select such a very peculiar name?” “Well, ma’am, the fact is, all the other names were taken up, so that we were forced to have either that or none.” The ladies at once moved on.
Mr Spalding, further, has placed in my hands a bundle of seventy letters, written to himself by FitzGerald between 1862 and 1882. Some of them relate to mere business matters (such as the building of Little Grange), and some to private affairs; but the following extracts
have a high and exceptional value, as illustrating a feature in FitzGerald’s life that is little touched on in the published Letters—his strong love of the sea and of sailors:—
“Geldestone Hall, Beccles, Feb. 5, 1862.
[‘Letters,’ p. 284.] [98]
“. . . I have been twice to old Wright, who has built a Boat of about 14 feet on speculation: and has laid down the keel of a new wherry, on speculation also. But he has as yet no Orders, and thinks his Business is like to be very slack. Indeed the Rail now begins to creep over the Marsh, and even to come pretty close to the River, over which it is to cross into Beccles. But you, I think, surmise that this Rail will not hurt Wright so much as he fears it will. Poor old Boy—I found him well and hearty on Sunday; but on Sunday night and Monday he was seized with such Rheumatism (I think Rheumatic Gout) in one leg as has given him no rest or sleep since. It is, he says, ‘as if somethin’ was a-tearin’ the Flesh off his Bones.’ I showed him two of the guilty Screws which had almost let my Leaden Keel part from the wooden one: he says he had desired the Smith not to make too large heads, and the Smith accordingly made them too small; and