and 'am
here' is written over them]. A.T." FitzGerald enclosed it to Thompson
(Master of Trinity) and wrote on the back, 'P.S. Since writing, this
card was sent in: the Writer followed with his Son: and here we all are
as if twenty years had not passed since we met.'

{114a} About the same time he wrote to me:--"Tennyson came here suddenly
ten days ago--with his Son Hallam, whom I liked much. It was a Relief to
find a Young Gentleman not calling his Father 'The Governor' but
even--'Papa,' and tending him so carefully in all ways. And nothing of
'awfully jolly,' etc. I put them up at the Inn--Bull--as my own House
was in a sort of Interregnum of Painting, within and without: and I knew
they would be well provided at 'John Grout's'--as they were. Tennyson
said he had not found such Dinners at Grand Hotels, etc. And John
(though a Friend of Princes of all Nations--Russian, French, Italian,
etc.--who come to buy Horse flesh) was gratified at the Praise: though he
said to me 'Pray, Sir, what is the name of the Gentleman?'"

{114b} On September 11th, 1877, he wrote to me: 'You ought to have
Hugo's French Shakespeare: it is not wonderful to see how well a German
Translation thrives:--but French Prose--no doubt better than French
Verse. When I was looking over King John the other day I knew that
Napoleon would have owned it as the thing he craved for in the Theatre:
as also the other Historical Plays:--not Love of which one is sick: but
the Business of Men. He said this at St. Helena, or elsewhere.'

{115} It was in 1867. See 'Letters,' ii. 90, 94.

{116} Life, vi. 215. Letter to Lockhart, January 15th, 1826.

{117a} These expressions must not be looked for in the Decameron, as
'emendato secondo l'ordine del Sacro Concilio di Trento.'

{117b} See 'Letters,' ii. 203. In a letter to me dated November 4th,
1876, he says:--

"I have taken refuge from the Eastern Question in Boccaccio, just as the
'piacevoli Donne' who tell the Stories escaped from the Plague. I
suppose one must read this in Italian as my dear Don in Spanish: the
Language of each fitting the Subject 'like a Glove.' But there is
nothing to come up to the Don and his Man."

{118} Book XVIII., vol. vii. p. 188.

{119a} See 'Letters,' ii. 208.

{119b} Gillies' Memoirs of a Literary Veteran. See Letters, ii. 197,
199.

{120a} An Ode for the Fourth of July, 1876.

{120b} Mr. Wade, author of _The Jew of Aragon_, which failed. Mrs.