When she became so rotten as to be unfit even for a storage
ship she was broken up, and her name-board was bought by Captain Kerrich,
of Geldeston Hall (the son of FitzGerald's favourite sister), who was
kind enough to present it to the Omar Khayyam Club. But as the club has
no "local habitation"--only a name--it now remains in the charge of Mr.
Frederic Hudson, one of the founders of the club.

CHAPTER XVIII
UNTO THIS LAST

Posh does not remember the last occasion on which he spoke to his old
"guv'nor," but he says that whenever he did see him he, FitzGerald, would
take him by the blue woollen jersey and pinch him, and say, "Oh dear, oh
dear, Posh! To think it should ha' come to this." Well, this may
possibly have been the case. There is no doubt that FitzGerald resumed
friendly relations with the fisherman, for on August 29th, 1875, he wrote
from Woodbridge to his former partner:--

"WOODBRIDGE, _August_ 29.

"DEAR POSH,

"I have posted you a Lowestoft Paper telling you something of the
Regatta there. But as you say you like to hear from me also, I write
to supply what the Paper does not tell: though I wonder you can care
to hear of such things in the midst of your Fishing.

"I, and every one else, made sure that the little _Sapphire_ would do
well when it came on to blow on Thursday: she went to her moorings as
none of the others did except the _Red Rover_. But, directly the Gun
fired, the _Otter_ (an awkward thing) drove down upon, and broke up
her Chain-plates, or stenctions [_sic_], to which the wire rigging
holds: so she could not sail at all: and the _Red Rover_ got the
Prize, after going only _two_ rounds instead of _three_: which is odd
work, I think. Major Leathes' mast went over in the first round, as
it did a year ago. At Evening, the _Otter_ grounded as she lay by the
South Pier: and would have knocked her bottom out had not Ablett
Pasifull gone off to her and made them hoist their main-sail.

"Ablett and Jack got more and more uncomfortable with their new Owner,
who is a Fool as well as a Screw. At last Ablett told him that he
himself and Jack had almost been on the point of leaving him, and
_that_, I think, will bring him to his senses, if anything can.

"On Friday we saw _Mushell_ coming in deeply laden, and we heard how
he had just missed putting three lasts on board of you. I sent off a
Telegram to you t