n, Archbishop Trench, Thackeray, Sir F. Doyle, &c. My father gave
up the _Tennysoniana_ to Lord Tennyson.

{90} Suffolk for "I daresay."

{94} So I wrote six years since, and now a rose tree does grow over it,
a rose tree raised in Kew Gardens from hips brought by William Simpson,
the veteran artist traveller, from Omar's grave at Naishapur, and planted
here by my brother members of the Omar Khayyam Club on 7th October 1893
('Concerning a Pilgrimage to the Grave of Edward FitzGerald.' By Edward
Clodd Privately printed, 1894).

{98} I append throughout the page of the published letters that comes
nearest in date.

{101} Mr Dove was the builder of Little Grange.

{103} His voice was unforgetable. Mr Mowbray Donne quotes in a letter
this passage from FitzGerald's published Letters: "What bothered me in
London was--all the Clever People going wrong with such clever Reasons
for so doing which I couldn't confute." And he adds: "How good that is.
I can hear him saying 'which I couldn't confute' with a break on his tone
of voice at the end of 'couldn't.' You remember how he used to
speak--like a cricket-ball, with a break on it, or like his own favourite
image of the wave falling over. A Suffolk wave--that was a point."

{104} _Posh_ was the nickname of a favourite sailor, the lugger's
skipper, as _Bassey_ was Newson's. _Posser_, mentioned presently, was,
Mr Spalding thinks, Posh's brother, at any rate a fisherman and boatman,
with whom Mr FitzGerald used to sail in Posh's absence.

{105} A second-hand boat that Posh bought at Southwold before the
building of the "Meum and Tuum."

{108} This Levi it was, the proprietor of a fish-shop at Lowestoft, that
used always to ask FitzGerald of the welfare of his brother John: "And
how is the General, bless him?"

"How many times, Mr Levi, must I tell you my brother is no General, and
never was in the army?"

"Ah, well, it is my mistake, no doubt. But anyhow, bless him."

{113} An extra large mackerel.--Sea Words and Phrases.

{121} An odd contrast all this to the calmness with which your ordinary
Christian discharges (his duty and) a drunken servant, or shakes off a
disreputable friend.

{122} Compare the old folk rhyme--

"A whistling woman and a crowing hen
Are hateful alike to God and men."

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