[59e] “All but the Parson’s dog.” The poor vicars never got back a bit of the impropriate tithes; the seats of learning got comparatively little. The “dogs about town” got most. Then, in the last touching words, “the Parson’s dog he went wi’ none,” yet still singing, “Folderol diddledol, hidum humpf.”
[62] Something.
[63] Quiet.
[68] A copy of his will lies before me; it opens:—“In the name of God, Amen. I, Robinson Groome, of Aldeburgh, Suffolk, mariner, being of sound mind and disposing disposition, and considering the perils and dangers of the seas and other uncertainties of this transitory world, do, for the sake of avoiding controversies after my decease, make this my Will,” &c.
[69] Years before, FitzGerald and my father called together at Ufford. The drawing-room there had been newly refurnished, and FitzGerald sat himself down on an amber satin couch. Presently a black stream was seen trickling over it. It came from a penny bottle of ink, which FitzGerald had bought in Woodbridge and put in a tail-pocket.
[70] Letters and Literary Remains of Edward FitzGerald. (3 vols. Macmillan, 1889; 2d ed. of Letters, 2 vols. 1894.) Reference may also be made to Mr Wright’s article in the ‘Dictionary of National Biography’; to another, of special charm and interest, by Professor Cowell, in the new edition of Chambers’s Encyclopædia; to Sir Frederick Pollock’s Personal Reminiscences; to the Life of Lord Houghton; to an article by Edward Clodd in the ‘English Illustrated Magazine’ (1894); to the ‘Edinburgh Review’ (1895); and to FitzGerald’s Letters to Fanny Kemble in ‘Temple Bar’ (1895).
[76] This was the hymn—its words, like the music, by my father—that is printed at the end of this volume.
[81] Reprinted in vol. ii. of the American edition of FitzGerald’s Works.
[87] That letter is one item in the printed and manuscript, prose and verse, contents of four big Commonplace Books, formed by the late Master of Trinity, and given at his death by Mrs Thompson to my father. They included a good many unpublished poems by Lord Tennyson, Frederic Tennyson, Archbishop Trench, Thackeray, Sir F. Doyle, &c. My father gave up the Tennysoniana to Lord Tennyson.
[90] Suffolk for “I daresay.”