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England, Nice, Malta, Egypt, Cannes • . 29 

Corsica, England, and Cannes .... 85 

San Remo 96 

San Remo 130 

India, England, and San Remo . . . .144 

San Remo and England 177 


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San Remo and Switzerland . . • .192 


Switzerland and San Remo . . . .241 

San Remo and Northern Italy . . • .265 


A. Orange-Blossom 337 

B. Letters from Lear to Mrs. Hassall . .338 

C. Letter from Lear to Lord Avebury . . 340 

D. Complete List of Contemplated Illustra- 

tions to Poems by Lord Tennyson . 342 

E. Pictures Exhibited by Lear at the Royal 

Academy 353 

F. Subscribers to his "Temple of Basss," 

at the Fitzwilliam Museum, Cam- 
bridge 354 

G. Subscribers' List of Members to " Argos " 

by Lear, Presented to Trinity Col- 
lege, Cambridge . . . .356 

Index 357 


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From a water-colour drawing, by kind permission of the Earl of 



From a miniature, by kind permission of Mrs. Allen. 


HIM UP 30 

From a miniature, by kind permission of Mrs, Allen, 


From "Poems by Alfred, Lord Tennyson, illustrated by Edward 
Lear, 1889," by kind permission of Lord Tennyson, 


From on oil painting, by kind permission of Mrs, Charles Roundell, 

EDWARD LEAR IN 1 867 64 

Taken in Alexandria, 


(about 1874) 64 

From a photograph by Bassano, 


Prom a sepia drawing, by kind permission of Hubert Congreve, 


From on oil painting, by kind permission of Mrs. Charles RoundeU, 


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ARDEE 164 

Prom a photograph, 

EST SISTER . . . . . .166 

From silhouettes, by kind permission of Mrs, Allen. 


Prom "Poems by Alfred, Lord Tennyson, illustrated by Edward 
Lear, J889," by kind permission of Lord Tennyson. 

OURED reproduction) . . . .198 

From a water<olour drawing, by kind permission of the Rev. 
Canon Church. 


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From her sitting-room window at Strawberry Hitt, 


Taken at Strawberry HUl about 1871. 



By kind permission of Mrs. W, H. C, Shaw, 


From a water-colour drawing, by kind permission of the Rev. 
Canon Church, 

BASS^ 280 

From an oil painting, by kind permission of the Director of the 
FitMwUiiam Museum, Cambridge. 

chichester fortescue, lord carlingford 

(about 1883) 316 

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IN November, 1907, I published the first book of Lear 
letters to my aunt and uncle, of which this volume is 
a continuation. 

The public both here and in America received that vol- 
ume in the most kindly spirit, and caused me to decide to 
carry out the suggestion I originally held out, that a sec- 
ond volume might be forthcoming if the approval of the 
public was assured. This volume has, I fear, been much 
delayed, and I would ask forgiveness from the many who 
were looking for it, for the long lapse which has occurred 
between the publication of the two volumes. After the 
publication of the first volume my eyes broke down for a 
time, and caused the imperative and necessary rest which 
has resulted in over three years elapsing before this second 
volume has been finally accomplished. I think this expla- 
nation is due to the many lovers of the delightful letters 
of the first volume, and I feel any annoyance on their part 
at my seeming negligence to their feelings will be now 

I think I may truly say that the following volume is 
in no way inferior to the first — in fact, my American pub- 
lisher considers it almost better — and I feel I may in any 
case hope that the kind public will take it quite as much 
to their heart as they did the former one. 


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I have in many ways gained various sidelights about 
Mr. Lear not known to me before, gleaned from the letters 
to me called forth by the first volume from friends and 
persons who had known him, and who had been deeply 
interested by those early letters. Among them I may men- 
tion Mr, Hubert Congreve, a close friend of Lear's San 
Remo dajrs, who has most kindly written for me the de- 
lightful Preface to this book, a vivid personal remembrance 
of his old friend and would-be master in art. 

Also Madame Philipp, whose first husband was the 
well-known Dr. Hassall of San Remo, both great per- 
sonal friends of Mr. Lear, and the latter also his medical 
adviser for several years and till his death. I have ended 
this book with a touching letter to myself from Madame 
Philipp of Lear's last days and death, and also have added 
a short quotation from a letter from Guiseppe Orsini, 
Lear's faithful servant, sent by Sir Franklin Lushington 
to my uncle after Lear's death. These words from eye- 
witnesses close down the end of life of a most remarkable 
and lovable man; which otherwise would havebeen leftun- 
known; when the sudden "ceasing of that ceaseless hand," 
stilled the friendship that only the coming of death could 
have stayed from, writing himself to his beloved friends. 

Besides these I have also had kindly lent to me the 
miniatures of " Sister Anne " so like her brother minus 
the spectacles, showing the lovable elder sister and mother 
combined she was to her brother through life. 

" Sister Mary " also who died at sea on her return to 
England (see p. 187, vol. i.). 


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Mrs, Allen, who Is the possessor of these portraits, was 
a niece, or rather cousin, of '* poor Mary's unpleasant 
husband," as Mr. Lear calls him in his early letters, and 
she and her husband, the Rev. F. A. Allen, write me the 
following interesting history of Mr. Boswell and his 
Lear wife, and thereby rather verify Mr. Lear's epithet 
from the Lear side of the family. Mr. Allen, in 1908, 
wrote : 

" My wife as a girl in a country Parsonage (Fare- 
ham), was a great companion of old Mr. Boswell, an 
eminent amateur naturalist and microscopist, who mar- 
ried Mary Lear. When over sixty, they both migrated 
to New Zealand, and lived in a hut in the bush. I am 
afraid that the hardships endured killed her, for she died 
on the voyage home (see p. 153, vol. i.). We have still 
a little model in New Zealand grasses, etc., of the hut in 
which they lived. The old gentleman lived on a small 
annuity which he purchased at Fareham (Hants), at 
Torquay, where he died and was buried, and left no 
descendants. He was much respected everywhere and 
quite a shining light in Natural History Societies, &c. 
He had some patent process, which died with him, for 
the manufacture of slides for the microscope, and sup- 
plied some of the dealers. He was a most interesting 
well-informed man. My wife belonged to his side of his 
family and was his executor, but he had not much to 
leave. She called him uncle, but I think he was a sort of 
cousin. We have one or two letters of Edward Lear 
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and are illustrated in his peculiar style. My wife has 
three Lear miniatures. 

" L Of the excellent old sister Ann who brought up 
the others (see Introduction, vol. i., p. viii) — a good 

" IL Of Mrs. Boswell (not so good). 

" in. Containing silhouette (in black) of Edward Lear 
as a lad or young man, and a sister (the ninth and young- 
est sister) . 

" If you ever bring out another volume of letters she 
might perhaps lend them for reproduction. 

" P.S. — My wife's maiden name was Smith, daughter 
of the Rev. F. Smith, late Vicar of Holy Trinity, Fare- 
ham, Hants. On Jan. 19, 191 1, Mr. Allen writes again: 
" My wife is the owner of the three pictures, and will be 
glad to lend them. They came into our family this way, 
and a note might be made of it. My wife's mother {nee 
Payne) had an uncle, Mr. Richard Shuter Boswell, who 
married Miss Mary Lear, and took her out to New Zea- 
land in 1856 or 1858. In 1863 he returned to England, 
living first at Fareham, Hants, and then at Torquay, 
where he died in 1876, aged 80, and is buried in the 
cemetery there." 

" P.S. — My wife remembers that Mrs. Boswell and 
Mr. B. went out to N. Zealand with the Streets (nephew 
— ^perhaps he was not married then) and that Mrs. B. 
died and was buried at sea on her way home. The B.'s 
were too old to rough it in the Bush, and he was blamed 
for taking her out." 


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From Mrs. Allen, Jan. 26, 191 1 : 

'' I am glad that the pictures of the Lear family should 
be of use to you in your kind undertaking gathering Ed- 
ward Lear's letters together. I was much interested in his 
first volume, and we shall indeed value the second. You 
are also quite welcome to mention anything about Uncle 
Richard and Aunt Mary Boswell. I was quite a small 
child when they went to New Zealand in 757. I believe 
they visited my father and mother at Fareham before 
they left England : Aunt Mary died on the voyage back, 
I think in 1861, Uncle Richard coming to us at Fareham 
on his reaching England. While at Fareham he made 
and gave to us, a little model of the hut he built himself 
in the bush, which he had cleared. I have it now. He died 
at Torquay in 776. I enclose the two letters of Ed. Lear 
we have as I thought you might be amused to read them." 

(I give some extracts from these here.) 

16. Upper Seymour St., 


16. July. 

My dear Mary, — I hope to come and see you on the 
24th at Leatherhead, and to find you very well and lively. 
I believe you and Mr. Boswell have done the best thing 
you can, in making this plan of joining Sarah. 

Now I want you to take something from your shabby 
old brother as a recollection, — ^but I don't know what to 
fix on for you — $& is the big sum I propose that you should 
expend on something quite as a keepsake — a kettle, a can- 
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or whatever you like best. But I also want to add 2o£ to 
your fund which you are to live on: — ^no large sum is 
Twenty Pounds — but better than a poke in the eye with a 
sharp stick. — ^This however I do not know how to bring to 
you, — ^in notes? or should it be paid into any bank here? 
or do you take all your fortune with you in a pipkin, gold 
and silver all wrapped up in a handkerchief? 

Just send me a line when you receive this — and tell me 
how I shall manage — if I should bring down all the 25£ 
in a lump to you on Friday or not — or how. 

Perhaps you will buy a small cow to ride on in New 
Zealand. I imagine that you and Sarah will institute ox 
races in New Zealand. 

Please let me hear from you soon and believe me 

Yours affectionately 

Edward Lear. 

1 6. Upper Seymour Street 

PoRTMAN Square 

II. Aug, 1857 

Dear Mary, — ^Ann will have written to you that I have 
sold my picture — so that I am, for once out of debt, and 
have nearly one hundred pounds to begin life with. 

But this good luck has much deranged my plans, and I 
am over head and ears in business in consequence of being 
obliged to send off my picture at once to Derbyshire and 
it will not be at all possible for me to come to see you again 
before you leave England. 

You and Richard must therefore take my best wishes in 
writing, and remember that I shall always hope to hear of 
you through Ann. Tell Sarah, with my love to her and 
to all, that I did begin to write to her and intended to have 
written a long letter, but I really have not had a minute 


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since I saw you — and Indeed my writing days are very 
much finished and done for. 

Now, my dear Mary, Good-bye. When you write to 
Ann, mention any little thing that you may want. I may 
or may not be able to send it you — ^but you know what 
pleasure it will always be to do so if I can. 

My love to Richard, — and best wishes for a good voyage 
for you and for happiness on your arrival. 

Your affectionate 

Edward Lear. 

Please look well to the ox on which I am to run races 
against you or yours when I come. And do not be too 
anxious to climb up all the tallest trees; because you aint 
used to it. 

These interesting portraits are included in this volume, 
and will also add interest to the preceding one, where more 
mention is made of his sisters. 

The silhouette of Lear is extraordinarily good, accent- 
uating with his hair the fine high forehead and very cone- 
shaped top to his head, which in later years, though quite 
devoid of hair, still gave the striking egg-like appearance. 
In this early portrait, which is so characteristic, one sees 
the coming man, the promised aggressiveness to be ful- 


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filled into the positive, when in later life he did not fanqr 
people or they happened to be Germans I 

Again, I should like to make mention of the wonderful 
Sarah Street (Lear) and her daughter-in-law Sophie, men- 
tioned at p. 153, vol. i., 1859. "Sarah is on her way 
home, and her leaving the Warepa seems to me, a sort of 
signal of break-up in her family, added to by my nephew's 
wif^s illness, one of increasing incurability it appears to 
me, and which I suppose has very much altered their views 
and plans/' Since that paragraph was printed I had the 
pleasure of making the acquaintance of Mrs. Michell, of 
Cambridge {nee Gillies), and granddaughter of the said 
Sophie. She tells me that her grandmother is still alive in 
New Zealand, a beautiful old lady now aged eighty-six, 
quite as wonderful a woman as Sarah, and a far more at- 
tractive one. She is loved by young and old around her 
home, and is still the life and soul of everything that takes 
place. She was a Miss Dabbinett of Curry Rivcl. 

Mrs. Michell last month, when I specially went to Cam- 
bridge to see her, was just starting on a holiday with her 
delightful little son of five, for a three months' stay with 
her people in New Zealand. Sarah's son, C. H. Street, 
married Miss Dabbinett, and their only daughter married 
a Mr. Gillies, whose death and that of C. H. Street within 
a very short time of each other, Lear grieves about, at 
page 166 in this volume. 

Mr. Gillies was left with nine children, seven of whom 
are alive, and Mrs. Michell is one of the two daughters 
among these. But the Streets had all along prospered, and 


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they have a beautiful home at " Kohanga," at Parnell, 

They possess vast stores of Lear's drawings and diaries, 
most of them given to them as executor by Sir Franklin 
Lushington, and letters also from all the sisters, as well as 
mementos belonging to the latter. Mrs. Michell had not 
time to show the pearls belonging to Sarah, a carved rose- 
wood table which came down through Aunt Anne, and 
some old china left by Aunt EUinor (Newsom) . But she 
showed me some exquisite little drawings given her by her 
mother as a wedding gift, evidently a study for Lady Wal- 
degrave's (now belonging to Mr. Fortescue Urquhart, at 
Oxford) beautiful Villa Petraja, and a set of four draw- 
ings in black and white, highly finished, one special one of 
mountains with deep shadows, a perfect gem of black and 
white values. 

Again, I have to thank Lord Northbrook for his kind- 
ness in lending me the three beautiful water-colour sketches 
done in India when there by his father's invitation, which 
are included in this book. 

To Mr. Congreve my thanks are also due for his inter- 
esting sketches in sepia of Ceriana and Tenda. 

Again, to Canon Church for the two beautiful sketches 
done in Greece during the tour he and Mr. Lear took 
together and of which mention is made in the beginning of 
the first volume. 

To my sister-in-law, Mrs. Shaw, for the loan of the 
water colour of " Becky," the Robinson parrot, showing 
another side of Lear's work. 


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To Mrs. Charles Roundell, for her permitting die re- 
productions of her beautiful pictures, "The Labourer," 
" The Pinewood of Navenna," and " Ceuc Island of Gozo 

To the Director of the Fitzwilliam Museum, for allow- 
ing a reproduction of the great oil painting Qf Bassae, sub- 
scribed for by friends (see p. 155, vol. i.) in 1859. 

To Lord Tennyson, for allowing his sonnet on the Villa 
Tennyson to be included; and to Lord Avebury, for his 
permission to print his letter by Lear on " Flies" (sec 
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ONE evening in the early autumn of 1869, when quite 
a small boy, I ran down the steep path which led up 
to our house at San Remo to meet my father; I found him 
accompanied by a tall, heavily-built gentleman, with a large 
curly beard and wearing well-made but unusually loosely 
fitting clothes, and what at the time struck me most of 
all, very large, round spectacles. He at once asked me 
if I knew who he was, and without waiting for a reply 
proceeded to tell me a long, nonsense name, compounded 
of all the languages he knew, and with which he was 
always quite pat. This completed my discomfiture, and 
made me feel very awkward and self-conscious. My new 
acquaintance seemed to perceive this at once, and, laying 
his hand on my shoulder, said, ** I am also the Old Deny 
Down Derry, who loves to see little folks merry, and I 
hope we shall be good friends." This was said with a 
wonderful charm of manner and voice, and accompanied 
with such a genial, yet quizzical smile, as to put me at my 
ease at once. This was my first meeting with Edward Lear, 
who from that day to his death was my dearest and best 
friend of the older generation, and who for nineteen years 
stood in almost a paternal relation to me. 

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published by Lady Strachey, tell a portion of his life's 
story, and reveal his versatile, eccentric genius and char- 
acter. But to those who first make his acquaintance in 
this volume some account of the man as he was to those 
who knew him intimately, and loved him truly, may be of 
interest and assistance. At the time of our first meeting 
he was fifty-seven, having been bom, I believe, at High- 
gate, on May 12, 18 12. He was the youngest of a large 
family of Danish extraction, the spelling of his name hav- 
ing been altered by his grandfather to suit English pro- 
nunciation, as he says in a letter written December 31, 
1882, " My own (name) as I think you know Is really 
L0R, but my Danish Grandfather picked off the two 
dots and pulled out the diagonal line and made the word 
Lear (the two dots and the line and the O representing 
the sound — ea). If he threw away the line and the dots 
only he would be called Mr. Lor, which he didn't like." 
Soon after our first meeting he bought a plot of land on 
the hill-side adjoining my father's property at San Remo, 
and at once began the building of the Villa Emily, which 
later on was the cause of so much trouble and sorrow to 
him. He soon became very intimate with us, and was a 
constant visitor at our house, dropping in often at our mid- 
day meal, when he would sit, generally without taking any- 
thing beyond a glass of his favourite Marsala, and talk 
in the most delightful and interesting way of his garden, 
his travels, people he had met, birds, botany, music, and 
on general topics interspersed with humour, which was 
never long absent, and (I am sorry to say) with puns also: 


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he was as inveterate a punster as Charles Lamb I After 
his day's work was over he would frequently stroll in again 
for an evening walk and chat, occasionally staying till 
quite late, and delighting us all hy singing his '* Tennyson 
Songs," set to music by himself, which he sang with great 
feeling and expression, and with what must have been at 
one time a fine tenor voice. He accompanied himself on 
the piano with spread chords, of which he was very fond. 
He generally finished up with some humorous songs, sung 
with great spirit, our favourite being " The Cork Leg." 

He was always full of interest in our doings, and a week 
seldom passed without his bringing us a nonsense poem or 
a funny drawing of some event in our lives, or of some 
plant which had flowered in our gardens. 

Unfortunately all these treasures perished, along with 
many others, in that not very safe deposit — a boy's pocket. 
Occasionally we were invited to dine with him, when he 
always sent a nonsense menu. One of these I still have, 
written shortly after the arrival of his favourite cat, Foss. 
It reads: — 

Potage Potage au Petit Puss. 

{Pour Poisson) .... Queues de chat, a I'Aiguille. 

Jst Entree Oreilles de Chat, frites a la Kil- 
Pattes du Chat — aux chataignes. 

2nd Entree Cotelettes de petit chat (sauce 

doigts de pied de Martyr — 
Tomata Sauce.) 

Roti Gros Chat Noir. 


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Pour Legume De Terre — sans pommes. Petites 

pierres cuites a Tcau chaude. 

Gibier Croquet aux balles. 

Canards de Malta. 

Sauce au poivre, 
Sauce au sel. 

Patisserie Pate de vers de soie au sucre, 

Breadcrumbs a FOHver Crom- 
well (all of a crumble). 
Boudin de Milles Mouches. 
Compot de Mouches Noires. 

As a matter of fact, we always had soup, mutton, pilaf, 
and plain pudding, his faithful old Suliot servant, Giorgio 
Cocali, usually known as George, not being strong as a 
cook. Next day we generally received an extract which he 
professed he had copied from the Court Journal of the day, 
enumerating the large number of distinguished people who 
had dined with the ** Author of the Book of Nonsense," 
though the description, cleverly varied, all applied to three 

His usual description of himself was the *' Author of 
the Book of Nonsense," occasionally "A Nartist Cove 
named Lear," and I have always believed that in his heart 
of hearts, he was prouder of his " Book of Nonsense " 
than of his paintings. I remember, when the " Second 
Book of Nonsense " was published, the delight a favour- 
able review would cause him ; he beamed as he read it out 
to me ; and how he chafed under an unfavourable notice. 
Yet criticisms of his pictures he always took unconcernedly, 
and would frequently laugh over them. I often heard him 


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repeat the story of a brother artist who came to see his 
paintingSi and askedi " What sort of tree do you call 
that, Lear? " " An Olive; perhaps you have never seen 
one," was Lear's reply. " No, and don't want to if they 
are like that," was the retort. But I never knew him re- 
peat any story telling against his Nonsense, and Ruskin's 
praise was very dear to him. 

He was very fond of having me in to look at his dcetches, 
and my interest in them led to his giving me and my brother 
lessons in drawing. Writing to me in February, 1883, he 
says, " Funnily enough, on looking yesterday at an old 
diary, 1871, I found this * entry.' * Gave the two young 
Congreves their first lesson in drawing; they are the nicest 
little coves possible.' " He always had a very weak spot 
in his heart for children and young folk. These lessons 
were some of the most delightful experiences of my young 
days, as they were accompanied with running comments on 
art, drawing, nature, scenery, and his travels mixed up with 
directions for our work, and led to his setting his heart on 
my taking up art as a profession, and on my living with 
him later on. He always dreaded a lonely old age, and 
unfortunately he had to endure a very lonely one. 

For some years prior to 1877 I was frequently with 
him in his studio, and we also went sketching expeditions 
together, Lear plodding slowly along, old George follow- 
ing behind, laden with lunch and drawing materials. 
When we came to a good subject, Lear would sit down, 
and taking his block from George, would lift his spec- 
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a monocular glass he always carried; then, laying down 
the glass, and adjusting his spectacles, he would put on 
paper the view before us, mountain range, villages and 
foreground, with a rapidity and accuracy that inspired me 
with awestruck admiration. Whatever may be the final 
verdict on his " Topographies " (as he called his works in 
oil or watercolour) , no one can deny the great cleverness, 
and power of his artist's sketches. They were always 
done in pencil on the ground, and then inked in in sepia 
and brush washed with colour in the winter evenings. He 
was an indefatiguable worker, and at his death left over 
10,000 large cardboard sheets of sketches. Writing in 
1883, when he was seventy-one, he gives the following 
account of his day's work: 

" In general I live in a mucilaginous monotony of sub- 
marine solitude. My life goes thus, and I cannot say I 
find the days long. I rise partly at five or six and read till 
seven, when Mitri brings a cup of coffee. Then comes 
whole rising — ^tub etc. — and arrangement of studio pal- 
ettes etc. — letters to read — ^till 8-30, when I get a big cup 
of cocoa, one egg and a tiece of poast. Work till near 
twelve, when lunch and Barolo. Sometimes half an hour's 
sleep, but more frequently work again till 4 or 3-30. 
Then hear my two Suliots lessons and walk in the garden 
till six, and on the terrace till 6-15. Visit to the kitchen 
for 15 minutes, then Dinner — ^two objects only — soup 
and meat; only latterly Nicola has taken to make lovely 
boiled rice puddings. After dinner * pen out ' drawings 
till 8-15. Next have a cup of tea — brought to my room 
by the lad Dimitri, who says the Lord's prayer and exit. 


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After some more reading, I get to sleep before ten mostly. 
There is accounts — research once a week, the accounts 
being kept with perfect clearness and accuracy by Nicola, 
usually averaging £1-5/- for myself weekly. As for 
work, the big Athos keeps progressing by phitz ; and so 
does the big Ravenna, and Esa, and Moonlight on still 
waters, and Gwalior and Argos — ^which last I have been 
at all this week past, and which I fancy will be one of the 
best works of Mr. Lear's fancy (though perhaps you 
may say, " Ah Goose! perhaps it isn't") But it is get- 
ting too cold to work upstairs in that big room, so I 
mean now to overhaul the 4 water-colour drawings 
which are already far advanced. Also I go on irregularly 

at the [Alfred Tennyson] illustrations — ^vainly 

hitherto seeking a method of doing them by which I 
can eventually multiply my 200 designs by photograph 
or autograph, or sneezigraph or any other graph. In ad- 
dition to all this, I am at present frequently occupied in 
cutting, measuring, squaring, and mounting on coloured 
paper, all the sketches I did this autumn — all very bad, 
though correct and not uninteresting. Perugia, Abetone, 
the Pineta of Pisa, etc. — ^with — above all, three very long 
ones taken from the new Bella vista at M. G. [Monte Gen- 
croso] just before dear old George died. I hope some day 
yet to make a long Water Colour Drawing from them. 
There, my chicken ! don't go for to say I ain't industrious 
at 72 1 

To spend an evening looking through a set of his sketch- 
es and listening to his remarks upon them and all that had 
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interesting and instructive experience, and left the im- 
pression that I had actually seen the original places them- 
selves. One evening at dinner I sat next a lady who had 
just come from Malta. I knew Lear's sketches of Malta 
by heart, so we got along famously. At last she said, ^* I 
see you know Malta much better than I do; I have only 
been there for three months.*' " I have never been there 
at all; I have only seen Mr. Lear's sketches," I replied. 
In the early seventies, Lear went on a sketching tour 
in India, at the invitation of his friend, Lord Northbrook, 
then Viceroy, and while he was away from home I had 
charge of his house and garden. During his absence he 
wrote me regularly twice a month long letters, full of 
varied interest and vivid descriptions of the scenery, plant 
life, birds, and people he met. Just before his return the 
Villa Emily was broken into, and though I could never 
find that anything was actually stolen, the thieves made 
a sad mess in their search for valuables, and Lear never 
forgot or forgave it. From that day if anything were not 
forthcoming it was stolen when the robbery took place. 
The damage the thieves did was as useful as in the case 
of Caleb Balderstonel Lear brought back with him a 
wonderful collection of sketches and a quantity of seeds 
of Indian flowers, and his interest in acclimatising these 
last was very great, and his delight at his success with the 
ipomoeas unbounded. In October, 1882, after he had 
moved them to his new garden at the Villa Tennyson, he 
writes : " The Indian Ipomoeas— of four sorts — have been 
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Soon after his return from India, in the early spring of 
1877, ^^^ old servant George's health began to fail, and it 
was decided that he was to go back for a change to Corfu. 
Lear, with his usual kindness, decided on taking him back 
himself. So one day late in February Lear, George, and 
his son and myself set off for the Ionian Isles. As we 
started Lear thrust a bundle of bank-notes into my hand 
without even counting them, all money transactions being, 
as he said, "An nabbomination to this child." We 
stopped for a day at Bologna, where Lear threw off the 
melancholy which had hung heavily on him throughout 
the journey; and we spent a busy day in visiting scenes 
with which he was familiar. His interest in the Etruscan 
remains, and the delight with which he pointed out all that 
there was of beauty and interest in the wonderful old 
town, and in its galleries and museums, was almost boyish. 

Early next morning, at 2 a.m., we started on the long 
railway journey to Brindisi in bitterly cold weather, and 
Lear, who could never stand a long railway journey, be- 
came a prey to deep despondency, and I had a hard task 
to cheer him up and dispel his gloomy forebodings. How- 
ever, at Brindisi we found deep snow and a strong gale 
blowing, and I shall never forget the night we spent there. 
It was cold and wretched in the extreme, and Lear was 
thoroughly dejected ; and though a fowl we had for dinner 
— roasted, boiled, and then browned over, and which col- 
lapsed on being touched — ^roused him to make some jokes 
about the effects of snow on hens, all his fun vanished 
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room with the fine snow drifting in through the badly 
fitting windows, and he spent the night tossing about and 
moaning, thoroughly upset by the long journey and his 
anxiety about his old servant. Next day the gale had in- 
creased in force, and I became very anxious about my old 
friend's state, so I encouraged his disinclination to face 
the sea voyage, for I knew that he was a bad sailor. Fi- 
nally it was decided that George and his son should go on 
to Corfu by themselves, and that we should go to Naples 
and Rome. So after seeing George off we started for 
Naples, which we reached early next morning in warm 
and brilliant sunshine, and Lear at once began to revive. 
At the station I had to leave him for a few minutes to 
look after our luggage. I found him again outside the 
station, surrounded by a crowd of outporters, all strug- 
gling to get hold of his bag, Lear hitting out right and 
left and shouting " Via, via, pellandroni," the scamps 
all enjoying the, to them, good fun. The scene was so 
irresistibly funny that I was helpless with laughter, and 
before I could intervene, my old friend had tumbled into 
the wrong 'bus, out of which nothing would move him, 
and so we were driven off to an hotel at which we had 
had no intention of staying, Lear, on the way there, giv- 
ing me a long lecture on the care I must take while we 
were in Naples, as the Neapolitans were the greatest 
scoundrels he had ever met. We spent two days at 
Naples, visiting Baiae, Pompeii, &c., Lear pointing out 
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historical or other associations with eager Interest In my 
unrestrained delight at all we saw. 

We then went on to Rome, and the week we were there 
was one of the fullest and happiest we ever spent together. 
No one knew his Rome better than Lear, and in a week 
he had shown me more of the wonders and beauties of the 
old city and its surroundings than most people see in three 
months. We spent a Sunday at Tivoli, where the changed 
conditions due to the union with Italy struck him very 
much. " Why ! last time I was here," he said, as we 
strolled up the main street of the old town, " I saw two 
men stabbed, and had to fly for fear of being dragged 
in as a witness, and that, my boy, was almost as bad as 
being a criminal 1 '* And then he told me how, in a neigh- 
bouring village, where he spent some. weeks sketching, he 
was robbed of all his money by his landlady, who, on his 
expostulating at the enormities of her bill, put her back 
against the door and said, " When I catch larks I don*t 
let them go without plucking them." We met in the even- 
ing in our hotel an old lady who greatly attracted Lear, 
and they had a long conversation on poetry and music; 
after dinner she mentioned Tennyson's song, " Home they 
brought her warrior dead." Lear at once went to the 
piano and sang his own setting of the words in a voice 
hollow with age, but with great style and deep feeling and 
accompanied with his favourite open chords, and he 
brought tears into the old lady's eyes. " Why ! " she ex- 
claimed, " that is the setting I referred to; do please tell 
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the old lady's evident pleasure he sat down again and sang 
several of the Tennyson songs he had set to music, and 
the room filled with attentive listeners. As soon as he be- 
came aware of their presence he got up, and with an abrupt 
" Good-night " retired. A sudden change of feeling and 
manner to casual acquaintances was one of his characteris- 
tics, and I remember many funny instances of this feature 
of his character. 

The only cloud that ever came over our friendship 
was in 1877 when I decided that I had no real vocation 
for art. This was a great disappointment to my old 
friend, and for some months we scarcely saw each other. 
Just before I left San Remo, he became reconciled to my 
plans and entered fully into them, and up to a year before 
his death continued to write me letters full of affectionate 
interest in my life, and of accounts of his garden and of 
his old friends who had been to see him. 

Shortly after my departure began the trouble which sad- 
dened and embittered his remaining years and led to his 
selling the Villa Emily and building the Villa Tennyson, 
in a position In which it was impossible that he could again 
have his view over land and sea ruined. The result of 
building a large hotel in front of his old house is best 
described in his own words, written on the i6th of Novem- 
ber, 1879: 

It Is not yet settled whether I go out to New Zealand, 
and certainly a good deal of new zeal and energy will be 
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ceed In getting other land, I shall buy and rebuild, for 
Lords Northbrook and Derby have, in the kindest way 
possible, put me in to a position to do so. But as yet it 
seems impossible to get such land as would suit, for I 
would not live on the East side of Sanremo, nor could I 
afford to live far from the town at all. ... I only intend 
to go to £2000, or at most, £2500, and if I cannot see 
my way to that by Easter, I intend to give up all and go 
to Auckland. It is quite useless for me to try and live on 
in this house, having been used to blue sea, and moreover 
being blinded every time I look up— so that I never now 
can walk on my terrace, nor do I go into my garden at 
all. As for the painting light, Gastaldi made me a win- 
dow in the room looking West, but I cannot work in it for 
want of space ; and now he has made me another on the 
East side of my Studio— which may or may not do— but 
is sure to make the room cold. Your idea of the skylight 
might be carried out by some artists, but I am not able 
to work with a light from above, nor can I within four 
walls, and no outer view. Thank you my dear boy, 
Hubert, for wishing to keep me in a place which has been 
a happy home for nine years, none the less so from your 
own excellent qualities having aided to make it so : — ^but 
you will see from what I have written that my remaining 
here Is very doubtful. 

He shortly after built the Villa Tennyson, and though 
he never really got over the Irritation caused by his hav- 
ing to leave his old house, he became keenly Interested in 
his new garden and was able to get a great deal of pleasure 
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The garden has made a progress I did not at all look 
for, and the upper terrace might be three years instead of 
three months old. Ipomceas of four sorts, Tecomas of 
two, with many other flowers are splendid. The Man- 
darin oranges have suffered naturally, and if they survive 
must continue to do so until the Myoperum trees have 
grown up as a shelter from the sea-wind : — but these same 
trees have already grown two feet since they were planted 
in June, and the Eucalyptuses three. 

All the remaining letters I have are tinged with deep 
melancholy, and show that his health was gradually fail- 
ing. In a flt of depression he writes on the 28th of Sep- 
tember, 1 881: 

I am about to make a new arrangement at the end of 
188 1, i.e., to correspond only with those I have been in 
the habit of writing to since 1850—32 years. This space 
includes Lushington and Tennyson, Husey Hunts and 
Holman Hunts, Unwins, Clives and Lyttletons, Barings, 
Fortescue, H. Seymour, Lord Somers, Francillons, Wilkie 
Collins, my sister and nephew and some others, and many 
of them disappear gradually by death, being mostly of 
my own age or nearly so. This change — ^absolutely neces- 
sary to my sight, will " disfranchise *' all writers since 1850 
— some four score or more — ^and among them I am sorry 
your name occurs, but it cannot be helped. 

He did not, I am glad to say, carry out this threat, and 
continued to write regularly up to 1886, letters full of in- 
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That*s enough about your 2nd letter, and before I be- 
gin on that of June 6th, I'll have a " baruffa," as George 
calls it, with you. Your writing gets worse and worse and 
WORSE and WORSE, many words are wholly illegible, 
for you do not join or form your letters, so that any word 
may be Caterpillar, or Convolvulus, or Crabapple, or Cu- 
cumber. By the time you are a head Engineer no one 
will be able to make out a single word of your Cacography. 

A prophecy which, I am afraid, has been very nearly 
realised! In the spring of 1880 Lear came to England 
for his last visit and private exhibition of his drawings. I 
was in London at the time and we spent many happy even- 
ings together; one especially dwells in my memory. I had 
just finished my exam at King's College, and he carried 
me off to dine with him at the Zoological Gardens. " You 
are just beginning the battle of life,*' he said, " and we 
will spend the evening where I began it." It was a beau- 
tiful evening in July and we dined in the open and sat 
under the trees till the gardens closed, he telling me all 
the story of his boyhood and early struggles, and of his 
meeting with Lord Derby in those gardens, and the out- 
come of that meeting — the now famous book, "The 
Knowsley Menagerie." I never spent a more enjoyable 
evening with him, and Lear, when at his best, was the most 
inspiring and delightful of companions. He was then ab- 
solutely natural, and we were like youths together, despite 
the forty and more years that lay between us. 

Later in the summer I joined him at Mendrisio, and 
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Monte Generoso, Lear plodding along with his heavy 
step at a pace of about two miles an hour, and frequently 
pulling up to admire the view and to exclaim, ^^ O mi I 
ain't it fine I *' or to tell me some story. From Monte 
Generoso we went on to Varese and spent a day visiting 
the Sacro Monte di Varese, with Miss Mundella, a daugh- 
ter of the then Vice-President of Committee for Education, 
and it was very beautiful to see the old man's care and 
gallantry in looking after his fair companion. A week 
later at San Remo I saw him for the last time and had a 
very sad parting with my dear old friend, who completely 
broke down. His last letter was written to me on Decem- 
ber 26th, 1886: 

Many thanks for yours of the 22nd, and for your 
good wishes, though they come when I am miserable 
enough. It is true the fierce rheumatism has gone, • . . 
but I am wholly feeble, and only now begin to use my right 
limb. In the midst of this Luigi goes away — ^he finds the 
work more than he can do — ^which I don't wonder at I 
had at first decided to take a room up at the Royal Hotel, 
but Hassall, wisely, I think, says I cotild not have the same 
attention there, and must anyhow have a personal attendant 
and a cook. These have now to be sought for — ^all whidi 
is a misery— considering how fixed and comfortable I was. 
Luigi's three years' service have shown him to be a most 
excellent, handy, and trustworthy fellow, and I regret his 

going. As for C , cook, he is nothing particular, only 

very lazy, and I think, dirty. To-day my cough is better, 
but I am in a very delicate condition. 

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a man of versatile and original genious, with great gifts, 
one of the most interesting, affectionate, and lovable char- 
acters it has been my good fortune to know and to love. 

He was a real personality. 


Moore, December, 1910. 


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Lear to 

Cadland.* Southampton 

19 Oct. 1864 

YOURS of Oct. 1 6th has just come, and tho* it is one 
of eight, wanting a reply, I will write a line at 
once. You have mistaken the nature of my last in l 
measure, tho' it is very probable I wrote curtly, for (as 
in the present instance) I feel that not to write immedi- 
ately is to defer to an indefinite period when I should pos- 
wbly have still less time or capacity to write well. Nev- 
ertheless the term ^^ stem and stiff *' is to a certain degree 
justly applied, and moreover may very likely be more so 

^The residence of Andrew Drummond, grandson of Lord 
Strathallan« His wife was a daughter of the Duke of Rutland. 

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year by year : the mistake is in supposing the style is so to 
you more than to others, which is not the fact. Every 
year— -especially in London — makes me less able to write 
as formerly — ^both because as I grow older I find myself 
altered in several ways, and because every year brings 
fresh sets of acquaintances all requiring a portion of time. 
You may however always feel certain that any letters such 
as my last are the result of heaps of small botherations 
which can by no means be particularized any more dian 
the midges which bring on a fever by their bites can be 
identified or described : and that in no case have they been 
occasioned by any feeling towards yourself in any way. 
How should it be otherwise? You would find, if you 
could see my journal, for years past the very contrary. No 
friend could have helped another more, and not only in 
earlier days but later, for Lady W.^ through you has had 
many more pictures of me than she needed to have done 
qua ornament: so that I have often had to thank you both 
for personal help. And, regarding the future, I have a 
perfect conviction that you would help me in any mode 
I asked if it were possible. But for all this, you must 
make up your minds never again— except by chance or fits 
of irregular elasticity, to find in me the descriptive or 
merry flow of chronic correspondence I used to be able to 
indulge in. As we grow older, and life changes around 
us and within us, we ourselves must shew some signs of 

^ Frances, Q>untcss Waldegrave, married Chichester Fortescue 
(Lord Carlingford) in 1863, d. 1879. 


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change — unless we are fook, or vegetables, or philoso- 
phers to a greater degree than I am or can be. 

Your letter makes me almost think that it is better to 
write scarcely at all rather than that which is unsatisfac- 
tory. Meanwhile, avoid imagining motives which do not 
exist, tho' their appearance may : and be sure that anyone 
who has known you a tenth part as well as I have must be 
certain of your being as absolutely true and kind in heart 
as a man can be. Which I shouldn't say, if I didn't feel 
from your writing that I ought to do. 

I have been at my sister's ^ since 1 wrote, and then • • • 
I decided on going to see Mrs. Tennyson at Freshwater — 
the first time for three years, since they were so kindly a 
refuge when my sister Ann died. I was with them nearly 
4 da3rs : but I found all that quiet part of the Island fast 
spoiling, and how they can stay there I can't imagine. 
Not only is there an enormous monster Hotel going up in 
sight * — but a tracing the foundations of 300 houses — z 
vast new road — ^and finally a proposed railway— cutting 
thro' John Simeon and A.T.'s grounds from end to end.* 
Add to this, Pattledom* has taken entire possession of 
the place — Camerons and Princeps buil<^ng everywhere: 
Watts in a cottage (not Mrs. W.) and Guests, Schreibers, 

^ Ellen Newton, a widow, who lived at Lcatherhead. 

• Stark's Hotel at Easton. 

• The proposal to carry the railway farther westward to Totland 
Bay l24>sed. 

• G>untess Somers, nee Virginia Pattle, was a cousin of Prin- 
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Pollocks, and myriads more buzzing everywhere. How- 
ever, by being (thank God) personally as uncivil as I could 
to most callers, I saw a good deal of my friends and the 
Lushingtons. The account of the visit to Osborne * was 
very interesting: and among other matters, I faintly hope 
I may have done some good as to choice of poem-subjects, 
— for I maintain that the higher the class of topic, the 
better for readers, provided that equal technical power is 
displayed. ... On my way back, I came here for a 
night, a place I have been asked to for years past — ^very 
splendid — ^but having met some old folks who said " prob- 
ably you will not come to us for we have no great house 
to receive you in." I am at present disgustably inclined. 

Presently I return to 15 Stratford Place, and if I can 
shall clear out in the end of next week. ... I shall not 
much longer speculate and rush about violently: as I shall 
probably go and live at Ega, which is on the Amazon 
above Para. This house is abundantly full, of Manners 
— Drummonds, Percevals, Spencer Walpoles-— etc : etc: 

etc : etc : and I wish there had been only Edgar and sweet 
Mrs. E. D.^ Goodbye. My kind regards to the other 
half of you. . . . 

Pavilion Hotel, Folkstonb, 

3 Novr, 1864 

Finding part of this envelope written and stick-stamped, 
I shall send it on principle, as one should eat all that is in 

* Tennyson's visit. 

* Edgar Drummond, son of Andrew Drummond, married a sis- 
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a dish if the food " won't keep." The sea is in appear- 
ance decently respectable, and I hope I may get across 
calmly: the passage is, however, always a terror and dis- 
gust to me, wherein I fully sympathise with my Lady. 

I have had sent me here a sermon by Colenso— pub- 
lished at Longman's, and called, " Abraham's Sacrifice " 1 1 
— ^very remarkable and good.* The ravening fanatics 
who persecute this man are highly devil-inspired. Will 
there now be a new edition of the Bible, the filthy, savage, 
or burlesque-upon-the-Deity passages left out? Shall you 
set it on foot any the more than that Lord Derby is adver- 
tising an edition of blank-verse Homer? If you do, you 
can call it 




by the 

Rt. Hon. Chichester S. Fortescue. 

I will take ten copies. 
£. Lear. 

Villa Canapa. 

6i. Promenade des Anglais. 

which, •is Nov. 7.30 a.m. 

*0)lcnso. Appointed ist Bishop of Natal in 1853 — deposed 
from his see by his Metropolitan Bishop Gray of Capetown in 
1864, after the condemnation of his book, " The Pentateuch and 
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Is the writer's address for the next five months he sup- 
poses, and which he hopes you will write to. You see by 
the date,'*' that I am up early, and I think that this hour 
on Sunday— or up till noon, will be my chief or only writ- 
ing time. Not to begin at the beginning, I will first thank 
you for the fun I get out of a book I saw on your table 
at Carlton Gardens, — ^the " Competition Wallah." ^ I 
bought it at a hazard, with one or two more books, and 
now find it very useful. It is delightfully written, and the 
writer must be a " dayver fellow " : moreover, concerning 
Oxford Dons, Convocations, and Bishops, etc, our ideas 
are as one. — I got down to Folkestone after great eflfort, 
on Wednesday the 2nd, — and on Thursday the 3d, 
crossed — ^with a good passage, — arriving at Paris by 
night. On the 4th, excepting a visit to Adml. and Mrs. 
Robinson,* — I was at the galleries all day, and at 8 p.m. 
set oflf by rail to Nice, reaching it exactly at 8 p.m. on the 
5th, just 24 hours by rail — a journey on end I will not try 
again, as there is no time to eat or drink, much less any- 
thing more solemn. I went to a bad little Hotel, partly 
because I knew no other by name, partly because I was 
there last year, and had told George ' to come and meet 
me there: — ^hc however had not appeared, wh. 1 did not 
wonder at, as he had to fit various incongruous steamers 

1 " The Competition Wallah " : " Letters of a Competition Wal- 
lah, 1864," by Sir George Otto Trevelyan, nephew of Macaulay. 

* See p. 183. 

• Giorgio Cocali, Lear's faithful Suliote servant, who had been 
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on his way from Corfu. Sunday the 6th I looked at heaps 
of lodgings: — such for size and position, — as I had at 
Corfu cost 6000, 5000, 4000 francs — ^being furnished — 
(and most hideously.) Do you know Nice? — It reminds 
me a good deal of St Leonards, only that the houses are 
more detached, and in many instances stand in gardens. 
The Promenade des Anglais is altogether a long row of 
lodgings — with a really good broad walk above the 
shingly beach. The sea is rather deadly stupid, as there is 
no opposite coast, nor islands, nor ships, nor nothing, and 
the landskip is bebounded by, west the headlands of Anti- 
bes, and east, by the Castle Hill and Villa Franca point — 
pretty enough. Near the Castle Hill is the old town— di- 
vided from the New by the torrent Paillon cum bridgibus : 
— and radiating from this as a centre Northward easterly 
or westerly arc growing streets, and villas of all descrip- 
tions, all at the mouth of the Paillon valley as it were. On 
Sunday I learned somewhat of the place from Lady Dun- 
can, — and on Monday 7th I again looked at lodgings — 
among these at many villas, some of which had good 
north light for work, and were moderate in price^ — but 
with one servant and far from the daily shops of life, 
they were impracticable. Other houses had red white 
or yellow walls opposite — reflecting sun : some had only 
the sea look-out — ^blinding to behold: others were noisy 
or too small, — or what not. So I resolved to go next 
day to Mentone and see what I could make of that — 
Incordingly on Tuesday the 8th off I set in a carriage 
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nificent in scenery; Eza and Monaco are wondrously 
picturesque, and Mentone very pretty — ; but it is too 
shut in and befizzled a place for me : you have to walk 
thro' the long only and narrow street of the town where- 
ever you go— unless you have a carriage, or could hire 
a big villa. I was, however, very glad to see the place, 
and moreover found a lot of Corfu friends there, be- 
sides Ld and Ly Strangford,^ with whom I sate, and 
they came back in " my carriage " part of the way. 
(They came here yesterday, and I shall see them to- 
day: George, to whom Lord S. was talking, hardly be- 
lieves him to be English, so remarkably well does he speak 
Greek.) I got back late to Nice on the 7th and the first 
thing I saw on Wednesday the 8th when I opened my 
shutters at 7 a.m. — ^was Giorgio the Suliote smoking a 
cigar on a post opposite. Of course we went directly to 
see places, and finally fixed on this — in which we are as 
settled as if we had been here 10 years. It is a small set 
of rooms, on the all but ground floor — (raised by a few 
steps,) on the west side of a detached house in a garden 
— facing the sea. Madame Comtesse Colleredo has the 
first floor, and the other half at the ground floor entrance 
similar to mine. Above lives a Germing gent and lady. 
Below my rooms are George's kitchen, wood cellar, etc, 
etc — ^but I must go to bkft 8.30 a.m. To rezoom: after 
a good breakfast — and reading more of Trevelyan's 

* Lord Strangford, 8th Viscount, a most accomplished Oriental- 
ist, President of the Asiatic Society, m. 1862, Emily Anne, young- 
est daughter of Sir Francis Beaufort, K.C.B. 


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book,^ which is the most delightfully healthy toned, in- 
stractive, witty, and altogether excellent perduction I have 
met with for many a day. Here is a plan of my rooms. 
A is my parlour, where I feed, and write, and work at 
night. B the bedroom. C. entrance lobby from I. I 
stairs and hall. (J. goes up to Mdme CoUeredo, and K. 
is her groimd floor wing.) D is my study — ^north light, 
and as far as yet known— quiet. E. used as a lumberroom. 
F. George's room. So you see the arrangement is good 

But what do you think I pay? 2000 fr. — i.e. £80. This 
was the very least I could get anything for at all suitable, 
and if I am able by reason of their suitableness to work in 
these rooms, then they will have been wisely taken — for 
London Winter life is for ever impossible on all accounts. 
Meantime the Suliot, who always sets to work at once, 
gives me my breakfast and dinner quite perfectly and 
without bother, which is a great blessing to me. Yester- 
day a sole, a dish of thrushes and bacon, and stewed ap- 
ples : — the day before soup and a piece of roast lamb and 

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beans : — these are the kind of meals he provides — always 
well cooked, — and I never have a single thing to think of 
except going over the accounts weekly, which he keeps 
quite well now that he has learned to read and write. His 
accounts of Corfu are by no means bad, tho\ as he says, 
the English are greatly regretted. The Greek soldiers 
are kept in good order, — and the story of the Archbp. 
having been mobbed is untrue. I have already cut out an 
immense lot of work for winter and spring : — I wish to do 
no less than enough drawings to fill up all the great room 
of 15 Stratford Place, and to enable me to do this, I mean 
to refuse seeing most people, — for already I hear of many 
who, idle themselves, would gladly make me so. If I hate 
anything, it is a race of idlers. Perhaps I may dine out 
on Sundays, and one other day, but my evenings in gen- 
eral will go in hard penning-out work, if I can get lamps 
to suit me. In a few days — ^if the weather Is as lovely 
as now, I shall go out in a carriage to Eza for 2 or 3 
days and return at night. Afterwards, G. and I shall go 
to Mentone and Monaco for a week: — and later I hope 
to walk all the way to Genoa and partly back, getting 
good views of the whole Cornice road. G. will cook and 
take a cold dinner on the daily outing occasions — and as 
this house is full of people, I can leave it safely as I like 
or not. I will let you know what progress I make. Be- 
side Lady Duncan — (who is too far to see often,) and the 
Strangfords, (who go to-morrow), there are Reillys and 
Bathursts, and Hankey's, and Cortazzi, and Saltmarshes, 
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avoid or adopt as things turn out. Royal and Imperial 
folk abound, and no one notices them nor they nobody. 
Only they say the Russians have spies abunjiant every- 
where, which, as there was a tame Pole at one Hotel I was 
at, and a Russ at another, don't seem unlikely. 

I am going to Church this morning — ^more because I 
don't like systematically shewing a determination to ignore 
all outward forms than for any other cause : but as it is 
probable I shall be disgusted, possibly I shall not go again. 
As the clergy go on now, they seem in a fair way of hav- 
ing — as the Irish gentleman said^-only the four Fs for 

their admirers, Fanatics, Farisees, Faymales and Fools. 
• ••• •« • • 

I shan't write much more. This year I seem to have 
done a good deal don't you think? Paintings finished 
— ^Hy. Bruce's Cephalonia, Jameson's Florence, Sir W. 
James' Campagna, and Fairbaim's Janina. All Crete 
visited and 220 drawings made. Some 220 drawings 
penned and coloured, besides those of Cephalonia, Ithaca, 
Zante, and Cerigo penned and coloured also. Arranged 
and moved downstairs in Stratford Place. Bothered 
about * Nephew's death, and W. Nevill's * failure. Helped 
Nephew's family £40 — sick friend £10— one godson £5 
— ^t'other's mother ditto, and other explosive charities : — 
and after all have nearly if not quite enough to get through 
the winter with, and hope besides to add some 50 or 60 
Cornice drawings to my collection. Ajoo, ajoo. My very 

^ In America. 

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kind regards to My Lady: — I wish you could both see the 
sunbeams and sea here — also the flowers and the flies. 
Certainly up to lO or 12^-even this front room, (where 
I am writing,) seems perfect. 

Yours affectionately, 

Edward Lear. 

I P.M. Just come from Church — ^in a rage: collec- 
tion for " pastor's aid society " — and foolish sermon to 
wit. Saw heaps of people I knew, out of the 500 Eng- 
lish there, Jacob Onmium,^ Lyons, Deakins, Ly Vaux; — 

wont go again for 4 months. 



61 » Promenade des Anglais, 

January 2nd 1865 

I wrote a line from Genoa on the 23 rd, and next day I 
set out on my return hither, where I arrived on the even- 
ing of the 31st, having divided my walk into 6 days of 
16 miles— K)ne of 14, and one of 20. Thus ... I have 
** done " the Riviera di Ponente as well as Crete, and also 
... I have paid £10 to the London poor, which I omit- 
ted before to notice. I have brought back 144 drawings 
great and small, and can work the Comiche road pretty 

^ Jacob Omnium was the name assumed in the Times by Mat- 
thew J. Higgins. For an account of his attack on the old Palace 
Court of Justice, which made a great stir, one cannot do better 
than read Thackeray's "Ballad of Policeman X, called * Jacob 
Homnium's Hoss.' " 


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thoroughly, as having walked both ways I know it toler- 
ably well. A more interesting piece of Italy I have never 
seen, — 130 miles of narrow coast full of cultivation, vil- 
lages — ^vines — ^vegetables — ^vaccination and vot not. And 
a more delightfuUy civil intelligent and industrious popu- 
lation does not I think exist. I have talked with many of 
all classes — ^workmen, engineers. Deputies of Parliament, 
&a &C. &c. &c. and have always more and more admired 
Italian character. Some of their remarx on the religious 
crisis of their country are very striking. " I am afraid,'* 
said a fierce Protestant Exeterhalliste, " that you Italians 
are leaving your belief in your Roman faith, and are 
most of you believing in nothing at all." — " You think 
then " was the reply — " that God is nothing? The Pope 

says — believe in me or go to H , you Calvinists say 

the same : — ^but our nation Is beginning to think that the 
Almighty is greater than priests of either sort. . . . 

I have just got the ist number of the new National 
Review, what I see being first-rate, and highly concor- 
dacious with my own f eelins. 

61, Promenade des Anglais, Nicb^ 

24 February 1865 

. . . Concerning the ink of which you complain, this 
place is so wonderfully dry that nothing can be kept moist. 
I never was in so dry a place in all my life. When the 
little children cry, they cry dust and not tears. There Is 
some water in the sea, but not much : — all the wetnurses 
cease to be so immediately on arriving: — Dryden is the 
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ads and Hammerdryads : and weterinary surgeons are 
quite unknown. It Is a queer place, — Brighton and Bel- 
gravia and Baden by the Mediterranean: odious to me 
in all respects but its magnificent winter climate, and were 
I possessor of a villa, I could live delightedly: but to 
have one's only chance of exercise in a crowded prome- 
nade of swells — one year is enough of that. Among 
the very nice swells are Lord and Lady Fitzwilliam * — 
something unconmion for simplicity and good breeding. 
I have sold several small £5 drawings to them. . . . 

My London life requires some arrangement and study 
before hand . . . and I regret that Holman Hunt will 
not be in England to advise me, for by long experience 
I have been aware that none but an artist can enter thor- 
oughly into these matters: — all those who have a suffi- 
cient regular income can only see things from their own 
point of view, as is but natural. 

I hear from Baring^ and Sir Henry Storks* also: 
and from the Curcumelly.^ The former are not in love 
with Malta, the latter report well of Corfu. Lady Wolff 
is at Florence, Sir H. D.*^ at Constantinople. I could not 
say half enough of the Riviera people: — ^that journey, 

^ The 5th Earl, m. Lady Francis Harriet Douglas, d. of the 17th 
Earl of Morton. 

* Evelyn Baring, the present Lord Cromer, was aide-de-camp to 
Sir Henry Storks in Corfu during part of the time that Lear was 
resident there. 

' At this date Governor of Malta. Had been Lord High Com- 
missioner of the Ionian Isles from 1859 to its cession in 1863. 
Afterwards Governor of Jamaica. 

* Sir Demetrius and Lady Curcumell, friends in Corfu. 

* Sir Henry Drummond Wolff, who had been Secretary to Sir 
Henry Storks in Corfu, held many Foreign Office appointments, 
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now that the small disagreeables of travel fade into dis- 
tance, is one of delightful memories to me: and I could 
wish to publish two little volumes — Crete and the Cor- 
niche, as to my 1864 doings. ... I have been reading 
Sir C. Napier's life: a grand and wonderful book. The 
expressions, however, used towards Lord Howick, Earl 
Ripon, and Sir James Hogg cannot be called strictly 
suave and pleasant. His niece writes me a charming 
letter to-day. . . . The other day I met a parson here 
(at Lord Fitzwilliam*s). After dinner — ^talking of 
great statesmen, and Ld. F. saying that Sir G. C. Lewis ^ 
was one of the very first men of our time, said the priest, 
" it is to be feared however that at one time of his life 
his mind was inclined to be rather sceptical, and that he 
even had some doubts as to the authenticity of some por- 
tions of the revealed writings : but I hope this was not 
so at the close of his days.'' 

I went over to Cannes t'other day to see Lady Duncan : 
and as many as seven sets of people I saw only by chance. 
One — a most intimate lot, Harford-cum-Bunsen — and I 
have to go there again. Two Westbury Bethells have 
been here — to my delight, who with them walked and 
drove about thro' all the livelong day. Holman Hunt 
I expect. 

What majestic deaths you have been having in Eng- 
land 1 The Duke of Northumberland ^ was a really fine 
man I How strange that aged Lord Beverley should live 

* Sir George Cornewall Lewis held various Government posts. 
Was Editor of the Edinburgh Review 1852-1855. Died in 1863. 
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to be Duke: — and I suppose my old friends of Guys- 
cliffe will be Lord and Lady Charles Percy — ^will they 

Cardinal Wiseman ^ too gone — ^and his place not easy 
to fill up. Manning ^ report says — is to succeed him, but 
there is a wide difference twixt the two. Englishmen are 
made Cardinals by the Papal Government for one of 
three reasons I imagine: great wealth — ^great family 
position or leadership or influence, and great talents 
without either. Acton * may be an example of the first 
— York^ and Weld of the second*^ and Wiseman dis- 
tinctly of the third. Manning always seemed to me a 
very vain and babbly enthusiast — ^but they may give him 
the hat, because as a preacher he has immense influence 

* Appointed by the Pope Archbishop of Westminster and Car- 
dinal. The religious excitement caused thereby led to the passing 
of the Ecclesiastical Tides Assumption Act 

* The eloquent preacher and High Churchman who joined the 
Church of Rome in 1851, succeeded Wiseman as Archbishop of 
Westminster, became a Cardinal in 1875. 

* Charles Januarius Edward Acton, 1 803-1 847, 2nd son of Sir 
John Francis Acton, Commander-in-Chief of the land and sea 
forces of the kingdom of Naples. Charles Acton entered the col- 
lege of Accademia Ecclesiastica in Rome, and was afterwards one 
of Leo XII.'s prelates. In 1842 he was made cardinal priest, and 
was the only witness and interpreter of the historic interview be- 
tween Gregory XVI. and Nicholas I. of Russia in 1845. 

* The Duke of York, son of the Old Pretender, born at Rome, 
1725, took orders after the failure of the '45 rfeing and in 1747 re- 
ceived a Cardinal's hat. He died, the last of the Stuarts, in 1807. 

"Thomas Weld of Ledworth Castle, born in 1773, m. Lucy d. 
of Hon. Thomas Clifford. Upon the decease of his wife he took 
H. Orders and eventually became Cardinal, 1829. He was the 
first Englishman to have a scat in the Conclave since Qement IX., 
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with women, and may turn thousands of silly female 
swells to the true faith. 

15, Stratford Place, W. 

21 April 1865 

. . . Unpacking and arranging has been a long and 
hardish work, and now there is the fitting, framing, fin- 
ishing of the Drawings I have brought over, which are 
wonderful in number even for your humble servant. . . . 
All this speculation — the large rooms etc: is costly — 
but may succeed if the gallery induces people to come who 
may buy the big pictures. . . . 

I wrote to you before I left Nice — some time back. 
I can't say I left that place with regret, in spite of the 
Suliot's homily — ^who said, *' /ik Kaiio^aiverax va rriv 
a<^urai — Store tv dvSpaZo^ eSpd&ei va eyyiy *9 to Kayov 
KoSe roiaovj £9 6 B€09 Sei^ rov eKafie Kavkv €19 ^ kokov 
{I'^pe^.^^ I staid a week at Cannes, and that I was ab- 
solutely delighted with. It is difficult to conceive of two 
places so different, yet so close together. I was latterly 
to have shewn my drawings to the Empress of R[ussia] 
but the poor young grand Duke's illness put that aside.^ 
I wonder what good such secrecy about Royal folk tends 
to. It is more than 5 months that I knew the fatal 
disease the Czarewitch has suffered from — ^though no 
one publicly spoke of anything but rheumatism. It is 
or was lumbar abscess — and disease of the spine. 

^ '^ I don't like leaving, for a man should count among the good 
things of life any place where God has done him no harm for six 

* Nicolas Alcxandrovitch, c. s. of Alexander II., d. at Nice on 
April 24tb, of cerebral meningitis. He was 21 years of age and 
betrothed to Princess Dagmar of Denmark (afterwards wife of 
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I have seen but few people here. T. S. Cocks tells me 
of old Mr. Wynne's death. Charles and John, Mrs. 
Godley and all his children were there — and to the last, 
tho' of so great an age — 87 — he was perfectly clear- 
headed. About 5 minutes before he died he said, " Doc- 
tor, how long do you think it will be before I am in the 
presence of the Lord? " — " A very short time " was the 
reply. After which, in a few minutes he said " Now,'* 
and died. • . . Holman Hunt has painted a most re- 
markable picture, Mrs. T. Fairbairn and five children. 
Its only fault is that some day all the figures will cer- 
tainly come to life and walk out of the canvass — Cleaving 
only the landscape : such reality is there. You will see it 
at the Hunt gallery. 

Dear old Dr. Lushington is very failing.^ Alfred 
Tennyson has lost his mother and her sister^ (88 and 
87) in a few days, and Mrs. A. T. writes me that he is 
much depressed and nowise himself. 

The Lord Chancellor case * you may suppose interests 
me, but I imagine, subtract Tory antipathy — Low Church 
fanaticism — High Church persecution — Law Reform 
victim's indignation, and 2 (at least) cases of extreme 
personal virulence — and little enough will be left to make 
a fuss about. 

^ Dr. Lushington was the Head Master of the Admiralty Court. 

* Alfred Tennyson's mother was a daughter of the Rev. Stephen 

■The transactions in which the Lord Chancellor (Lord West- 
bury) was alleged to have exercised his ofEce in a manner detri- 
mental to the public service. The Case of Mr. Leonard Edmimds 
and the Case of the Leeds Court of Bankruptcy. 

A vote of Censure was passed, and the Lord Chancellor resigned. 
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Please read J. Stuart Mill's letter in the Morning's 
Times ^: I'm so glad I can't do a rule of three sum — 
and so can't have a vote. But what do you say to M, 
Thiers and his speech 2? It is brutal and odious, and 
confounds me. The American news is indeed stupendous, 
and sets one thinking.^ 

P.S. You see our friend T. B. Potter is returned for 
Rochdale.^ A friend of his and mine says " Let us hope 
he will not open his mouth in the House : so he may be 

You ought one day to see the whole of my outdoor 
work of 12 months: — 200 sketches in Crete — 145 in 
the Comiche — and 125 at Nice, Antibes and Cannes. 
... I sent George Kokali away at Marseilles. 

Lear to Lady Waldegrave. 

HoTBL Danibli. Nov. 24/1865. 

My dear^Lady Waldegrave, — I have just seen the 
Leader in the Times of Monday — the 20th. which con- 
gratulates Chichester on his becoming Irish Secretary*^; 

^ Giving his political opinions in view of his candidature as 
Member for Westminster, Lear alludes to the following para- 
graph : " I would open the sufiFrage to all grown persons, both men 
and women, who can read, write, and perform a sum in the rule 
of three. . . ." 

* Spoken on April 13, 1865, in defence of the recent Encyclical 
and against the destruction of the Papal Government and the es- 
tablishment of the unity of Italy. 

* American news of General Lee's retreat from Richmond and 
General Sheridan's report of the capture of six Generals and sev- 
eral thousand confederate prisoners. In consequence General Lee's 
surrender was hourly expected. 

* In a bye-election due to Cobden's death. 

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— ^being of an undiplomatic and demonstrative nature 
in matters that give me pleasure, I threw the paper up 
into the air and jumped aloft myself — ending by taking a 
small fried whiting out of the plate before me and waving 
it round my foolish head triumphantly till the tail came 
oflf and the body and head flew bounce over to the other 
side of the table d'hote room. Then only did I perceive 
that I was not alone, but that a party was at breakfast 
in a recess. Happily for me they were not English, and 
when I made an apology saying I had suddenly seen some 
good news of a friend of mine — ^these amiable Italians 
said — " Bravissimo Signore 1 ci rallegriamo anche noi I 
se avessimo anche noi piccoli pesce li buttaremmo di qua 
e la per la camera in simpatia con voi 1 " ^— so we ended 
by all screaming with laughter. 

I am truly glad — but, as the Times says — CF's place 
will be no sinecure; and he has come to it in days when it 
is not unlikely that many remarkable events relative to 
Ireland will come to pass, and in his hands may well 
eventuate both to his honour and the good of the Irish 
people. I wonder immensely if you and he will go at 
once to Ireland. Pray write to me at Malta. . . . My 
love to C.S.P.F.^ and 

believe me, . . . 

Yours sincerely, 

Edward Lear. 

Ministry increased its strength by preferring younger statesmen 
to important posts. 

* " Hurrah, Signore, we also, are delighted. If we had only got 
some little fish, too, we would throw them all about the room in 
sympathy with you." 

* Fortescue's names were, besides Chichester, Samuel Parkinson, 
names he disliked; consequendy, Lear loved occasionally to tease 
him with them. 


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Lear to Fortescue. 

Hotel Danibu. Vbnbzia. 

Nov. 28. 1865. 

My dear 40SCUE, — ^You will I hope have learned, 
before this reaches you, that I have already known about 
the Irish Secretaryship from the papers: and I sent a 
note enclosed in one to T. Cooper — ^to be left for My 
Lady, None the less thanks however for the letter which 
has just reached me— date — Dudbrook 17th. — In every 
way I am glad the matter is settled, and I have been 
reading with glee all that has been said of you in the 
papers. Unluckily, my Observer of the 19th. (which was 
likely to contain something about you — ) was either 
never sent or has never turned up, — ^but I have read 
articles on your appointment in the Times, Daily News, 
etc: — all pleasant. The Standard delighted me by say- 
ing, ** Mr. C.F. is reputed by his own intimate friends 
to have talents which have never been discovered by any 
other persons." And one friend writes, " your friend 
C.F. has been justly promoted to a place he is well able 
to fill, in spite of B— — s frequent predictions that he 
would shortly be ruined as a public man and sink into a 
permanent state of dilettante-ism." On the contrary I 
see in this new post the largest opening for you that any- 
one could suggest or wish — ^more so, to my thinking than 
if you had gone into the Cabinet as D[uchy] [of] [Lan- 
caster] or Colonial Secretary. I hope Baring ^ will get 
a lift too. Milady will have told you what a Nass I 

^Thomas George Baring, M.P. for Pcnryn and Falmouth, 
1857-1866, held various appointments. Secretary to Admiralty, 
1866; succeeded his father as second Baron Northbrook, in 1866; 
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made of myself when I suddenly read your Appointment. 
. . . Thank her very kindly about the Tor di Schiavi.^ 
It is a delight to me that you and she will have it. I will 
write to Dickenson to fetch it away from Stratford Place, 
and she will order it to be sent as she pleases. The lovely 
tin, pleace say, may be paid into Messrs. Drummond 
him's Bank — Charing Cross — to my account. Long 
may you both enjoy the picture. 

Thikphoggs have set In here, and one can see nothing : 
• ••.... 

Since I began this I see your Fenians are still trouble- 
some. I long to hear about the Phaynix hou3e, and I 
daresay Milady will kindly write to me in the winter: 
for I don't expect you to write again. I daresay you 
never heard me speak of Dr. Barry ^ — the Army Inspec- 
tor of Hospitals at Corfu. He was old then — ranking 
as a General, and having gone thro' all wars since 1800. 
He is just dead, and has been found to be a Woman. — ^A 
mad world my masters. 

Yrs. affe. 

Ed. Lear. 

General of India, 1872-1876; was created an Earl in 1876. One 
of Lear's best and most generous friends and patrons. 

^ Tor di Schiavi Campagna di Roma, painted in 1862, purchased 
by Lady Waldegrave. 

* James Barry, 1795-1865, Inspector General of Army Medical 
Department, said to have been the granddaughter of a Scotch Earl, 
entered Army as hospital assistant attired as a man, July 5, 181 3. 
She was described as '' the most skilful of physicians and the most 
wayward of men, in appearance a beardless lad, a certain effemi- 
nacy in his manner which he was always striving to overcome." 
She died in London in July, 1855. The motive of her disguise 
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9. Via Torri. Sli^ma. 


23. Janry 1 866. 

My dear Lady Waldegrave, — I have often wished 
to write — ^but could not do so— nor can I well now. I 
often too have thought of you and CS.P.F. at your new 
abode — of which he gives a nice account: I fear he will 
have a good deal of bother yet awhile — ^but he is cer- 
tainly the best man to meet it, and it will prepare him for 
higher duties bye and bye. — I have been miserable here 
— at Sir Henry Storks and Barings ^ absence first, and 
then of dear good Strahans ^ : — ^John Peel * is the only 
one I have left to whom there seems to be any tie, — 
although nothing can exceed the kindness of the General 
(Ridley) — the Bishop, and everybody else. Yet you 
know I am not gregarious but social, and the social life 
was what I wanted. Then again, the ONLY place vacant 
and fit for painting was this vast house 3 miles off— ex- 
cept across the water, a mode of journey I hate — and so 
one is pretty isolated, and had not my good servant 
George come I don't know how I could have got on. I 
was obliged however to take a Maltese boy besides, for 
the house and joumeyings were too much for one. 

I wish I had heart or spirit to write you a long letter: 
but much prevents this : the propinquity of the noisy sea, 
and the high wind depress me abundantly; — ^my sister 

^ See p. 42. 

* J. Strahan, A.d.C. to Sir Harry Storks in Corfu and in Malta, 
afterwards Governor of Tasmania, the Windward Isles, &c. 

* Major Peel, 4th son of Lt.-Gcn. the Right Hon. J. Peel, had 
served throughout the Crimean War, and been appointed Assistant 
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•^the widow ^ — IS very unwell, and were she to get worse 
I should come to England: John Gibson* of Rome — z 
very old acquaintance — is I think dying — and his death 
will greatly affect my oldest friend there — ^Henry Will- 
iams: — these things and Mr. Edwards not paying me, 
with flies and a pain in my toe all affect me at once. 
Bother. The only good thing is that your picture really 
looks very promising — ^whereas last week I nearly cut it 
into slices. My love to C.F. I don't write to him as he 
must be so busy, and it is all one. 

Believe me, Dear Lady Waldegrave, 
Yours sincerely 

Edward Lear. 

Lear to Lady Waldegrave 

9. Via Torri. Su^ma. Malta. 

13. Feby. 1866. 

Your last very kind letter, (with C.S.P.F's endorse- 
ment) ought to be better answered than it will be; for, 
as you conjecture, I am not in good spirits — and in fact 
altogether in a crooked frame of mind. Nor without 
reason, as in some respects I never passed a less pleasant 
winter, spite of the set off of Paradise weather, no cold 
and all sun — and of having nothing to complain of so far 
as life made easy by good food and servants, goes. But 
on the other hand, the loss of Sir Henry, and of my two 
intimate friends Baring and Strahan has been a shocking 
one — for though by nature hating crowds and hustle 

* See p. 2. 

' The sculptor, who revived the use of colour in statuary. Died 
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and gaiety, yet some social sympathy is necessary and 
one don't get any except from Sir John Peel, and the 
General ^ with whom I dine once a fortnight. But the 
former is a sad invalid, and the latter's dinners are, tho' 
good, uninteresting to me, who know nothing of the small 
talk of the place and its gossip: — and the going across 
to Valetta and return put me out of my way a good deal. 
The Anglo-Maltese intelligence does not seem ever to 
have heard that Artists require particular light, aspect, 
quiet, etc: and because I cannot have some three or four 
hundred visitors lounging in my rooms — I am dubbed a 
mystery and a savage: — ^tho' the very same people can 
understand that they could not go to a Lawyer's or Phy- 
sician's rooms to take up his hours gratis. Were I to 
ask a Military Cove, if this climate on account of its dry- 
ness required him always to pour water down his gun 
before firing it, or a Naval one if he weighed anchor be- 
fore he sailed or a week afterwards, I should be laughed 
at as a fool; yet many not much less silly questions are 
asked me. No creature has as yet asked for even a £5 
drawing, nor have I sold even one of my few remaining 
Corfu books. My rooms though spacious are painted, 
one blue— one orange— one green — so that my sight is 
getting really injured as to colour, just as if a musical 
composer should have to work in the midst of hundreds 
of out of tune instruments. My sister Ellen is very un- 
well, and most anxious about the ship my New Zealand 
sister^ sailed in. There are also very disagreeable re- 
ports about the Atrato, the ship J. Strahan went to Ja- 
maica in. From Rome, every week has brought sadder 

» General Ridley. 

' His sister, Sarah Street, married and setded with a large 
family at Dunedin in New 2^and. 


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letters and Gibson's near death was the subject of the 
last. And Mr. Edwards, for whom I painted the Jeru- 
salem, from July to November, and for whom I made 
it so large a picture on account of auld lang-syne, has 
never paid for it, and as I have been at very great ex- 
pense here, it is most fortunate for me that I have hap- 
pened this last year to be a little beforehand — and that 
you bought my Tor di Schiavi. That's enough I think 
to account for non-liveliness : . . . 

To many people however Malta ought to be a charm- 
ing winter residence : for there is every variety of luxury, 
animal, mineral and vegetable — a Bishop and daughter, 
pease and artichokes, works in marble and Hllagree, red- 
mullet, an Archdeacon, Mandarin Oranges, Admirals and 
Generals, Marsala Wine lod. a bottle — religious pro- 
cessions, poodles, geraniums, balls, bacon, baboons, books 
and what not. The chief person here after the Govr. 
General, and top Admiral, is Lady Hamilton Chichester. 
Mr. Hookham Frere, who married her aunt. Lady Erroll 
left her a fine house and gardens and I suppose she is a 
" power in the State " as she is now a R.C. and I fancy 
is influential. (She was a Wallscourt Blake.) After 
Ashwednesday, I am going to be at home for 3 days — 
to Adml. and Ldy Smart, Adml. Yelverton, Sir V. and 
Ldy Houlton and a heap more : I wish they were all in 
Japan or Madagascar, except Admiral Y. OI that's 
enough about myself which I wish I was a seagull and 
could fly off to Jaffa at once. — I am delighted at your 
account of your and C's life : and everyone seems to like 
you both there, which I looked for. Nevertheless, C. 
must have had a great deal of anxiety, for it is not to 
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F[enlans]^ — that he has not many more rocks and break- 
ers to think of. Some red-hot Ulster Protestants here, 
which their noble family is all Orange, give me a good 
idea of the sectarian good sense he must have to deal 
with. I trust however that all will come tolerably 
straight — (tho' such speeches as Mr. Dillon's^ don't 
tend to quiet me,) and if so, that then C.S.P.Ps time will 
come for doing something really important for Ireland. 
The Parliament will be most interesting this year. . . • 

What a busy life you must both lead, you and C.F 1 and 
it seems to me that you are exactly the right " t'other 
half " of the position — because C's nature wants as you 
say self-confidence, and that you are able to give him. 

^This month saw the second Fenian rising (the first was in 
September, 1865) ; but it was speedily suppressed by the suspen- 
sion of the Habeas G)rpus Act in Ireland. Fortescue went into 
oflSce at a particularly critical time in Irish affairs. 

' John Blake Dillon, a leader of the Young Ireland party, an 
exile from 1 848-1 855, and member for Q)unty Tipperary from 
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Yet the finer the mind, the more (generally speaking) is 
such accompanied by the critical disposition: and he who 
foregoes self-criticism must sooner or later get into a 
groove, and stand still — ^if he don't fall down. Do not 
let him give up any horse or walking exercise, because he 
is never well without that. ... At present however, I 
have no more energy than a shrimp who has swallowed 
a Norfolk Dumpling. Goodbye. 

Sliema. Malta. 

March 9. 1866 

If you have any leisure, which I don't very well sec 
how you can, I hope you will write a line to me before 
I leave this island. Every fresh batch of newspapers 
keeps me in not a little anxiety on C. F.'s and your 
account: nor does the Irish cloudy sky appear to get 
brighter. Even without the help of Earl R's and Sir 
G. Grey's speeches, one can see that there is much more 
than outsiders know, — and now that Chichester has to 
go through his election again, by the disgusting dodgery 
of the Tories, it is a fresh lot of trouble for you both. I 
hope he keeps well in health through these odious times : 
when they are over, I trust his reward will come, in being 
able to do something really good for Ireland. 

... I have hardly ever known any place more mel- 
ancholy than the vast Valetta Palace — ^wanting the life 
of Sir Henry Storks, Baring and Strahan. The two latter 
write often from Jamaica : Strahan's last to me was very 
funny, and they certainly all seem in their normal state 
of high spirits. Crowds of swells have been to me, but 
only one young R. A. officer has bought or thought of 
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Ionian books, as all my winter gains, made Mr. Ed- 
wards' pay welcome enough. . . . 

Father Ignatius * — dressed as a mucilaginous monk — 
is come to stay here, and walks about like a mediaeval 

Valbtta. Malta. 

30/& March, 1866. 

I was so glad to get your long letter of the 17th on 
my return from Gozo. It was very kind of you to write, 
as I was in an orfle fidgett about you and C. I hope now 
to know by the papers that his election for Louth is well 
over. I wish he instead of Sir Somebody Gray were go- 
ing to bring in the Irish Prot : Church do away with Bill, 
as I wish he had all the credit. • . .^ 

I was very glad to hear you think well of the stability 
of Lord R's govt, and greatly hope it will last. I wish 
I could hear C. S. P. F. '^ speak a speech," and perhaps 
when I come back I'll have a try. I am glad of Miss 
Money's engagement * : anyhow nobody can say you are 
not everything that is kind to all about you, and when 
you are pleased it is a pleasure to those who know you. 
. . . The Palestine trip must be given up this year. The 

^ Father Ignatius was the name assumed by Joseph Leycester 
hynt; he received Anglican orders in i860, and in 1862 revived 
the ancient rule of St. Benedict in the Church of England. He 
setded eventually at Llanthony Abbey in Monmouthshire. 

* The abolition of the Irish Church Establishment was finally 
decreed in 1869. 

' Miss Ida Money, daughter of General and Lady Laura 
Money, of Crownpoint, consequendy niece by marriage to Lady 
Waldegrave, who was taking her out in society, became engaged 
in Dublin to Major, the Hon. Edmund Boyle, brother of the Earl 
of Cork, " Aide-de-Camp " to Lord Kimberley, Lord Lieutenant 
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cholera is so likely to re-appear all about there that to 
risk 40 days' lazaretto with nasty people would be mad- 
ness. . • . There is another little reason for not going 
to Palestine, viz. the white glare of this place is hurting 
my eyes, and an additional two months of hot sunwork I 
fear to encounter. 

My kind love to 



P.S. I've made 2 riddles. 
What saint should be the 

patron of Malta? 
Saint Sea-basdan. 

And why are the kisses of mermaids pleasant at break- 

Because they are a kind of Water Ca-resses. 

Hotel dblla Trinacria. Messina. 

13. April. 1866. 

Just before I left Malta, I was glad to see that CSPF 
was re-returned for Louth and to London, for I read in 
some paper or other that you and he were at Strawberry. 
So my anxieties on the score of Fenian assassination are 
over.^ It is also a pleasure to perceive that the whole of 
the big bother is being finished up, unless indeed Canada 
gives fresh trouble.^ 

I left Malta on the loth in a fuliginous flea-full 
Steamer, and got here on the Evening of the nth — 

* The Fenians of America did carry out their threatened " in- 
vasion " of Gmada, and occupied Fort Erie, but the United States 
enforced the neutrality of their frontier. 

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when I chose to leave the crowded boat and wait for 
Mclver's large steamer, the Palestine, which should 
arrive to-morrow and go on direct to Corfu, Ancona, 
and Trieste, so that I hope to be at the latter place be- 
fore the 20th. Then I purpose visiting as much as I can 
of Dalmatia — ^beginning with Pola, and ending if pos- 
sible with Montenegro : — all which being " done " I wish 
to be back by the ist week in June. But until I get to 
Trieste, the capital or base of operations, I cannot very 

well see my way. Up to the evening of the 9th I had 
almost given up this trip altogether, as the reports of 
Austro-Italo war were getting very unpleasant, and were 
war to break out, all the Adriatic would be shut up. . . • 
This place is vastly dirty. Dirtyissimo. But it is in- 
teresting to me in many ways — and looking at Reggio 
and the Calabrian hills, I cannot realize that it is just 19 
years since I was there with poor John Proby.^ There 
is a great deal of discontent here and in many parts of 
Italy: the taxes and the conscription being a sore which 

* John, Lord Proby, eldest son of the Earl of Carysfort, was 
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worries the lower class, and is used as a worry by the 
Bourbonites and priests. The last affair at Barletta is 
much felt — if not much talked of. When will it please 
God to knock religion on the head, and substitute charity, 
love, and conunon sense ? I fear me poor dear Italy has 
a great many hard trials before her yet ; and as strongly 
do I hope she will get over them, and put her foot on 
those who call her Atheist — they themselves being if not 
Atheist — haters of God and man. 

I was sorry in some respex to leave Malta. It is im- 
possible to say how constantly kind dear good General 
Ridley has been to me. The V. Houltons were also so : 

ditto Lady H. C. but I don't worship her, which 

she is wiolent and spiteful, although hospitable. 

Did I tell you of my visit to Oudesh, vulgarly called 
Gozo ? It was a most pleasant one, and with the aid of 
Giorgio I drew every bit of it, walking fifteen or twenty 
miles a day. Its Coast scenery may truly be called poms- 
kizillious and gromphibberous, being as no words can 
describe its magnificence. I have also drawn all Malta 
— ^more because I happened to be there, and some work 
had to be done, than for any good it is likely to do me. 
My whole winter gains — twenty-five pounds, — ^must re- 
main a melanchollical reminiscence of the rocky island 
and its swell community. 

It will be curious to see poor Corfu again: and I will 
write from Trieste, where I have dim hopes of finding a 
letter from you. 

15, Stratford Place. Oxford St. 

May 30./66 

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I dined yesterday at Lord Westbury's.* LxL W. 
seems to be much more inclined to re-settle in England, 
and in various ways there is much that gives me satisfac" 
tion. I am to dine there again on Friday. He said to 
me — " when you see Lady Waldegrave, give her my 
kindest remembrances — and say that I have not left a 
piece of pasteboard at her door, because that is a form 
by which " — (so I understood him) " the amount of es- 
teem in which one person holds another cannot be accu- 
rately measured." 

I hope you are not all a-going to split and go out about 
this Redistribution of seats.^ On Sunday Mrs. M. en- 
deavoured to draw from me if I knew or didn't know 
anything about what you told me of C. S. P. F. — ^whereat 
I collapsed into a vacuum of ignorance. 

My love to said See Ess Pee Eff. 

To Lady Waldegrave. 

15, Stratford Place, Oxford St 

17 October 1866. 

My dear Lady Waldegrave, — It is orfle cold here, 
and I don't know what to do. I think I shall go to Jib- 
berolter, passing through Spain, and doing Portigle later. 
After all one isn't a potato— to remain always in one 

A few days ago in a railway as I went to my sister's a 
gentleman explained to two ladies, (whose children had 
my ** Book of Nonsense,") that thousands of families 
were grateful to the author (which in silence I agreed to) 

* Lord Chancellor, 1861. 

' Disraeli's proposals to frame a Reform Bill " by way of reso- 
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who was not generally known — ^but was really Lord 
Derby : and now came a showing forth, which cleared up 
at once to my mind why that statement has already ap- 
peared in several papers. Edward Earl of Derby (said 
the Gentleman) did not choose to publish the book openly, 
but dedicated it as you see to his relations, and now if 
you will transpose the letters LEAR you will read 
simply EDWARD EARL. — Says I, joining spontanious 

in the conversation — " That is quite a mistake : I have 
reason to know that Edward Lear the painter and author 
wrote and illustrated the whole book." " And I," says 
the Gentleman, says he — "have good reason to know. Sir, 
that you are wholly mistaken. There is no such a person 
as Edward Lear." " But," says I, there is — and I am 
the man — and I wrote the book I " Whereon all the 
party burst out laughing and evidently thought me mad 
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round, with Edward Lear and the address in large letters 
— also one of my cards, and a marked handkerchief : on 
which amazement devoured those benighted individuals 
and I left them to gnash their teeth in trouble and timiult. 
Believe me, Dear Lady Waldegrave, 
Yours sincerely, 

Edward Lear. 

Grand H9tbl du Louvrb. 

II. December. 1866. 

I am glad to have received a letter from you just be- 
fore starting, and to know that you and the Mimber are 
well, and have been so happy. I am off to-morrow by the 
P. & O. steamer — ^the Pera — to Altxandria, having just 
heard that Sir H. J. Storks may be a week longer before 
he comes, and if a week why not 2 weeks ? or 3 ? So I 
can't dawdle any more, and I wish now that I had gone 
on last week by the Poonah. As it was I went to Hyeres, 
and St. Tropez, both of which were bosh. I have made 
up my mind to go In for a Nile and Palestine move : as 
I may have no better opportunity because. In spite of 
Lords' Stratford and Strangford's nursing, the sick man ^ 
will be more of an Invalid before long I guess — and his 
dominions will not be good for travelling Topographers. 
My objects on the Nile are, (excepting only to draw 
Denderah on the lower river,) wholly above Phylae — as 
I never saw Nubia, and particularly wish to get drawings 
of Ipsambul, and Ibreem. If I can't manage this I shall 

* Lord Strangford was at that time at Constantinople. Lord 
Stratford had had extraordinary influence as ambassador at Con- 
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make for Jerusalem earlier than I should get to the sec- 
ond cataract. In Palestine, a certain view of Jervisalem, 
a tour to Galilee, Nazareth, (for a picture for R. M. 
Milnes,^ ) Carmel — ^Tiberias — ^Tyre — Sidon — Banias — 
and if possible Palmyra. The length and breadth of this 
tour will however depend on many circumstances. 

I have never been so utterly weary of 6 months as of 
these last: never seeing anything but the dreadful brick 
houses — and latterly suffering from cold, smoke — dark- 
ness — achi horror! — <^erily England may be a blessed 
place for the wealthy, but an accursed dwelling place for 
those who have known liberty and have seen God's day- 
light daily in other countries. By degrees, however, (if 
I don't leave it by the sudden collapse of mortality) I 
hope to quit it altogether, even if I turn Mussulman and 
settle at Timbuctoo. 

Cairo. March 9. 1867. 
I wish I could write you a long letter, but I want to 
thank you and C.F. for your help before the Mail goes, 
and there is scanty time and much to do. I came back 
from having safely performed the first half of my jour- 
ney — ^viz — the Nile and Nubia, yesterday, and found 
your very kind letter, as well as one from Messrs. Drum- 
mond, informing me of the payment of One Hundred 
Pounds which you have so kindly lent me. Conjointly 
with your aid, assistance also came to me, in more or less 
degree, from Lord Houghton, Mrs. Clive, B. Husey- 
Hunt, T. Fairbaim, John E. Cross, F. Lushington and 
W. Langton. I am a queer beast to have so many friends. 

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I am so pleased the Venice ^ is so much liked, but it is 
quite fit and right that CSPF should like it less than your 
portrait: so long as it ranks next I am well content. I 
should like to see Richmond's drawing of C.^ I hope 
he won't make him clerical and holy and soft, he being 
neither. What an awfully cold winter you seem to have 
had I and in other respects not a pleasing one, particularly 
as regards Fenianism. I hear just now that Lord Cran- 
boume. General Peel and Lord Carnarvon have left 
the Government * — ^will it break up and cease, or join 
Gladstone, or what next? I should like to have read C's 
letter,* but I get no sight of papers now, as directly they 
are devoured, off they go and no old ones exist. The 
Consul General here. Colonel Stanton, R.E.^ and Mrs. 
S. are very good-natured, but I am not — after rising as 
I do at 5.30 and writing all day — ^up to going into " SO- 
CIETY " at 9 or 10. In a few days I go to Memphis 
for a day or two— to wind up my Egyptian work, and 
then I hope to start across what is called the short desert 
— for Gaza, Askalon, and Ashdod: and if I chance to 

^ A companion picture to the Tor di Schiavi painted in '62 for 
Lady Waldcgrave. They both hang at Chewton Priory and arc 
the property of the present Earl Waldegravc. 

* I never heard of this picture. I do not think it ever took 
shape, or is confounded by Mr. Lear with a drawing by Watts. 

■ Lear refers to the split in the ministry on Reform and Borough 

* C. F.*s letter of the 4th of February to the Times, in which 
he advocated the passing of a Land Bill, and condemned Lord Duf- 
fcrin for seeming to wish " to let well or ill alone." 

•Sir Ed. Stanton, K.C.M.G., General (retired), entered Royal 
Engineers, 1844. Consul General Warsaw, i860. Agent and 
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find a nosering of Delilah with Samson's hair set in it, 
won't I pick it up? Then, after a time and times and 
half a time at Jerusalem, I trust to go to Nazareth, on 
the score of M. Milnes' picture. The Sea of Galilee, 
the City on a hill which cannot be id, the site of the 
cursed cursive concurrent pigs, Endor with or without a 
witch, and other places are to be visited : if possible, Gil- 
ead and Gerarh, and if possibler. Palmyra. Also Ca- 
nob^en and other Lebanon places, so that from Berut I 
may come back by Carmel and on to Jaffa, and Alexan- 
dria, and thence by Italy to England early in July. I 
hope then that I shall have done with all this part of 
Asiatic topography, and that I shall be able to projuice 
two worx— one on Egjrpt — t'other on Palestine. 

Nubia delighted me, it isn't a bit like Egjrpt, except 
that there's a river In both. Sad, stern, uncompromising 
landscape, dark ashy purple lines of hills, piles of granite 
rocks, fringes of palm, and ever and anon astonishing 
ruins of oldest temples : above all wonderful Abou Sim- 
bel, which took my breath away. The second cataract 
also is very interesting, and at Phyls and Denderah I 
got new subjects besides scores and scores of little atomy 
illustrations all the way up and down the river. An 
" American " or Montreal cousin was with me above 
Luxor, but he was a fearful bore; of whom it is only 
necessary to say that he whistled all day aloud, and that 
he was " disappointed " in Abou Simbel. You can't 
imagine the extent of the American element in travel 
here! They are as twenty-five to one English. They 
go about In dozens and scores — one dragoman to so 
many — and are a fearful race mostly. One lot of six- 
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up by steamer, but outvoted my friend, who desired to 
see the Temple of Abydos because " it was Sunday, and 
it was wrong to break the Sabbath and inspect a heathen 
church.'* Whereon the Parson who was one of the party 
preached three times that day, and Mr. my friend shut 
himself up in a rage. Would it be believed, the same lot. 
Parson and all, went on arriving at Assouan— on a Sun- 
day evening — to see some of those poor women whose 
dances cannot be described, and who only dance them by 
threats and offers of large sums of money? As all outer 
adornment of the person — except noserings and neck- 
laces, are dispensed with on these occasions, the swallow- 
ing of camels and straining at gnats is finely illustrated. 
At Luxor I frequently saw Lady Duff Gordon, but on my 
return she had broken a blood vessel, and is now reported 
very ill Indeed. She Is doubtless a complete enthusiast, 
but very clever and agreeable. I heard there of the 
death of my poor friend Holman Hunt's wife * at Flor- 
ence, and I find very affecting letters from her sister. 
Poor Daddy ^ is still at Florence where some friends take 
charge of his motherless boy. Meanwhile it is getting 
very hot here, and the flies are becoming most odious and 
unscrupulous. As a whole this Shepherd's Hotel (or 
Zech's as it called now,) is more like a pigstye mixed with 
a beargarden or a horribly noisy railway station than 
anything that I can compare it to. To add to my diffi- 
culty in writing I have a miserable toothache and Neural- 
gia, so I must stop. 

My kindest regards to you and the Mimber. 

* Miss Waugh. 

' Lear was gready influenced by the Pre-Raphaelites and con- 
sidered Holman Hunt his artistic father. Hence the nickname 
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P.S. As I passed Phylae going up— just at sunset — 
the very same effect of the Due D'Aumales ^ picture was 
over it. 

Lear to Fortescue. 

15, Stratford Place, 
Oxford St. 

9 August, 1867. 

My dear Excelscue, — (N.B. — ^XL is 40) . I was so 
sorry not to have been at home when you came, as scis- 
sors and grasshoppers only know when we may meet 
again: you certainly do all you can to see me, but the 
conditions of life are against your so doing. 

I had gone to my sister's ^ — ^the first and only time 
since I returned — and the fourth time only that I have 
left London — the other three being to B. Husey-Hunt, 
to Alfred Tennyson, and to Strawberry. I cannot recall 
two months of my life more wearying and distressing — 
shut up literally all the day, day after day — (the only 
means of getting even a chance of a livelihood;) with 
nothing but brick walls and cursed cats to look at out- 
side, with a climate, — the first month bitter winter cold 
and the second perpetual darkness and pouring rain : and 
with neuralgia usually as well— or more strictly speaking 
— as bad. 

Were it possible to avoid doing so I would gladly 
never come to England again — so disgusted am I with 
all therein and thereof at present. Very happily for me, 
my queer natural elasticity of temperament does not at 
all lead me to the morbids — " suicide " or what not, — 

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but on the contrary to Abercrombical * reflexions on life 
in general. Sometimes I make considerable progress in 
my new Book of Nonsense — (which I hope will help me 
to Nazareth — I mean Nazareth in Syria,) and some- 
times I consider as to the wit of taking my Cedars out 
of its frame and putting round it a border of rose col- 
oured velvet, embellished with a fringe of yellow worsted 
with black spots, to protypify the possible proximate pro- 
pinquity of predatorial panthers — and then selling the 
whole for floorcloth by auction. 

By the bye, the original Abercromby^ book fell up 
two days ago— as I was by degrees moving all my books 
upstairs. Also five volumes of Byron, the fifth of which 
you stole, or rather borrowed and never returned. I 
don't want it however a bit, for I've got a better edition : 
and some day I will pitch the remaining five vols out of 
window as you get into a Nansen Cab, just as you drive 

On Thursday I dined at the Viscountess Strangford 
— ^which the party was very agreeable: "Foffy" Cur- 
cumelli * also. And — speaking of visits, yesterday 
Lady Franklin^ passed an hour here, looking at every 
one of my drawings with the Zeal of a Girl of 25. 

My sister showed me some beautiful drawings of 
" Sister Sarah " '^ — ^just sent from N.Z. — flowers — and 

* " Abercrombical " was a favourite adjective of Lear's, and I 
think he must have been referring to the writings of Dr. John 
Abercrombie, the well-known philosophical and metaphysical 
writer, who died in 1844. 

* Probably " The Philosophy of the Moral Feelings," 

* Sec p. 42. 

* Wife of the celebrated Arctic explorer. 

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a large panoramic view — she is a wonderful old lady 
—at 73 1 

I shall write to you before the Ortum begins, from 
Stratton. . . . 

As for me, I stay at Stratton and Selbourne till I come 
back to town to finish two small copies of the Seeders : 
and then comes the moving upstairs — or into the Pam- 
teggnikon — as yet I don't know which. 
What nation talks the greatest nonsense? 
The BoshmenI 

And where are the greatest number of Pawnbrokers' 

Among the Pawnee In- 

O child I dimb up a high 
tree at Chewton^ and com- 
pose a pamphlet on the 
follies of the world in gen- 
eral, and more particular- 
ly of your very misbegot- 
^'/;V'""^ ijf ten and affectionate friend, 
Aug. loth. 

I read this over to-day, and tho' it is very absurd shall 
send it. Adieu I 

Lbwbs. 24. Novbr. 1867. 
Life, my child, is a bore. ... I didn't write a note to 
you about your Toe ^ as I had wished to do, in which I 
meant to have recommended you to study the book of 
Tohitj and to drink a glass of Tokay, but not too much 
for fear you should go down into Tophet, and there be 

* Chewton Priory, Lady Waldegrave's Somerset home. 

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burned like Tow : you should also have been told to eat 
Tomatas, by way of soothing your Tomartyrdom, and In 
a word I should have /otally punned the matter bare and 
out and out. In the meantime don't be careless about 
your foot, as toes are not to be trifled with. 

I go early to-morrow by Hastings to Folkestone — 
to cross on Tuesday: and by Thursday hope to be at 
Cannes. . . . 

P.S. W. Neville came to me. My sister I found 
sadly deaf; but tho' alone she has three servants who 
have been about her thirty odd years. 

P.P.S. Holman Hunt has been painting a large pic- 
ture from Keats' pome of Isabella. 

Villa Montaret, 

No. 6. Rub St. Honorb, 

Cannbs. Alpes Maritimes. 
Dec. 26. 1867. 

I don't like not to send New Year's good wishes to 
you and My Lady, so I shall write a note if never so 
short; all the more that up to now I have had no heart 
to write, but this morning has begun with a run of 
good luck that both you and Lady W. will be glad to 
hear of. 

** The Cedars " arc at last sold — not by any means 
for the sum I wished, nor even for a third, but still they 
will be well placed, and thoroughly appreciated, and I 
shall get £6 a year out of the critters for the rest of my 
life, if I can contrive to put the money into the three per 
cents. Louisa, Lady Ashburton,^ is the purchaser, and 

1 The friend of Carlylc. She was the youngest daughter of the 
Rt. Hon. James Stewart Mackenzie, nephew of the Earl of Gallo- 
way. She married the 2nd Baron Ashburton, who died in 1864. 
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they will go to Melchet Court, Romsey, for their few- 
cherome. Then Dr. Montague Butler of Harrow ^ has 
just been here — and Mrs. Butler is going to have one of 
my £i2 drawings: and indeed it was high time, for I 
was getting into a mess, and had no heart to write to 

I had to take very expensive rooms here — sun-aspect 
for health — light to work, and position etc. for swells 
to come to, were all necessary, and I have hitherto been 
in despair that no one out of over fifty people who have 
called have as yet bought anything. Let us hope the luck 
is turned. 

About two thousand English are here, and among 
other amusing facts no— less than twenty-five Eton boys 
came out in one batch for their holidays last week! 

Interruptions from people — Mrs. Butler^ has two 
small 7 pounders instead of one large 12. (She is a 
niece of Lady Hislop.) So I can't go on with this letter; 
I must stop, as the watch said when a beetle got into his 

Lady Strachcy's brother ' is near here : he and Mrs. 
Symonds are a gain. 

^ Dr. Montague Butler, formerly head master of Harrow 1859- 
1885, Dean of Gloucester 1886, Master of Trinity 0>llege, Cam- 
bridge, m. as his second wife Miss Agneta Ramsay, 1888 Senior 
Classic of the year. 

' Georgina Isabella, granddaughter of the Rt. Hon. Hug^ Elliot, 
Minister at the Court of Frederick the Great. 

* John Addington Symonds, the well-known writer. Elected a 
Fellow of Magdalen 1862; published numerous works, "Renais- 
sance in Italy,*' also sketches of travel, monographs, and transla- 
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To Lady Waldegrave. 

Villa Montaret, 

6. Rub St. Honore. 

Cannes. Alpbs Maritimbs. 

January 9. 1868. 

A happy New Year to you and the Mimberl Just 
as I was going to bed last night the preliminary pusil- 
lanimous peripatetic postman brought me CSTRPQF's 
letter— date the 4th, which I beg you will thank him 
for — for it was exceedingly welcome. The weather has 
been so beeeeeestly cold here, and these lodgings are so 
venomously odious in some respects, that I get perfectly 
cross and require to be soothed by letters now and 
then. I am very glad you and C have had that Growl- 
ing Eclogue^ I wrote for Lady Strachey: I enclose 
another bit of fun, for some child or other — (I wrote it 
for Lady Strachey's niece, little Janet Symonds:) if 
Lady S. has a small enough creature not to scorn it, per- 
haps you will give it to her for its use, and anyhow I 
hope she has been thanked for her letter to Lady Suffolk. 
(The original poem of the Growl, had a line — altered 
afterwards thus — '' nearly — run over by the Lady Mary 
Peerly " — stood — '' all but, run over by the Lady Emma 
Talbot'* — ^which was fact — ^but I suppressed it as too 
personal.^) While I am in a lucid interval before break- 
fast, I will tell you what I think of doing. For in the 
first place it seems to me that luck has turned, inasmuch 
as Dr. Butler of Harrow, Mr. Buxton, and more espe- 

* Interlocutors — Mr. Lear and Mr. and Mrs. Symonds— to be 
found in Wamc's " Nonsense Songs and Stories," by Edward Lear. 
9th and revised edition, 1894. 

' This poem I cannot trace. 


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daily Sir Richard Glass have all bought drawings: and 
as I know that Lord Mt. Edgecumbe is coming, and also 
Lord Henry Scott — and I hope many more — I think 
there cannot be much doubt that Cannes will be the best 
winter place I can select. 

... At present I am not drawing at all nor painting 
— ^but writing: the rough copy of my Cretan journals is 
done, and nearly that of the Nile 1854: the Nubia of 
1867 will follow, and I mean to get all three ready for 
publication with illustrations, if possible next summer, 
whether in parts or volumes I can't yet say. By degrees 
I want to topographize and topographize all the jour- 
neyings of my life, so that I shall have been of some use 
after all to my fellow critters besides leaving the draw- 
ings and pictures which they may sell when I'm dead. 
This plan of a winter home here, I don't think I could 
carry out easily, for I have no head for bother, if I hadn't 
my old servant Giorgio, who cooks, markets, and keeps 
the house clean so systematically that I have no trouble 
whatever: though neither he nor his master at all like 
the cold weather here, which in three large cold rooms is 
horrid. (Just now I said to this man, " Why Giorgio, 
there is ten minutes difference between my watch and the 
hall clock since Sunday 1 which is wrong of the two? is 
my watch ten minutes too slow or the clock ten minutes 
too fast? " " Your watch is all right Sir " said he grimly 
" because he very warm in your pocket : dock stand out 
in the cold hall, he go faster to warm himself.") . . . 

Meanwhile the mass of English here is quite curious, 
and every bit of ground near the place seems to be for 
sale at great prices. But so scattered and detached are 
the villas and hotels, and so dirty are the roads, that 
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carriages. The Symonds are pretty near me, but I am 
sorry to say he is not nearly as well as he was, and has 
to be kept so quiet that I shall hardly see him now * — 
which is a great loss — as a more charming and good fel- 
low I never met, besides so full of knowledge and learn- 
ing. A friend of his, one Mr. Sedgwick — a Fellow of 
Trinity College Cambridge, dines with me to-day, but I 
can't ask poor John Symonds. (We are to have soup, 
and a curried fowl, a roast lamb and stewed pears : and 
one gets divine Marsala cheap.) By way of what a Scotch 
friend calls ** femmel society,'' William and Mrs. W. 
Sandbach are next door: she is Dutch and was one of 
the Queen of Holland's ladies,^ (The Queen stays with 
them sometimes in England), very intelligent and kindly. 
Lady Grey* (Honble.) and Miss Des Voeux are near: 
Lady Glass, Mrs. (Sutherland) Scott and others are all 
near on this side : the other side I don't affect, it is such 
a brutal road full of carriages: but there are the Duke 
of Bucdeuch, Lord and Lady H. Scott, Lord Mt. Edge- 
cumbe, Elcho, Brougham, Lady Houghton, Bradford, 
Limerick, Dalhousie, and crowds more. There too is 
the Parsonic home and then the Church, where I go 
sometimes, but you can't get out when once you are in 
for the crowd, and when you do get out you are smashed 

* Mr. S3rmonds* health had been very delicate from lung trouble 
for many years, but later on he discovered and established himself 
permanendy at Davos» where he led an active life for many years 
and many of his books were written. 

* Sophie Fr^dcrique Mathilde, daughter of William I. of Wur- 
temberg, wife of William III., King of the Netherlands. 

» Wife of the Hon. Sir George Grey, G.C.B., Governor and 
later Premier of New Zealand. She was Charlotte, only daughter 
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instantly by the carriages. Cannes is a place literally 
with no amusements: people who come must live, just 
as you and CF do now at Chewton, absolutely to them- 
selves in a country life, or make excursions to the really 
beautiful places about when the weather permits. I know 
no place where there are such walks close to the town: 
and the Esterel range is what you can look at all day with 
delight. Only for the last week it has been atrocious 
weather, rain and cold: the hills are covered with snow, 
and the sun don't shine. Nevertheless there is no fog of 
any sort; and with all this cold, I have no Neuralgia 
which amazes me. . • • 

Give my love to Chichester and thank him for his 
letter : tell him I will set his ^ verses to music, and publish 
them dedicated to him. I hope Lord Clermont ^ is 
better. How distressing all these wretched matters in 
England and Ireland are! 

Do you not wish, since the Holy Father is so deter- 
mined an enemy of Italy, and so outrageously opposite 
in conduct to the rules of Him whom he professes to 
represent, that someone in the Italian 
Parliament might venture to propose an 
entire separation religiously, by creating 
a Pontiff in Milan or Florence, abolishing 
celibacy, in fact making a Henry VIII 
reform, only not Calvinistic? Could not 
such a member point out that Russia, as well as England, 
Holland, Prussia, are all execrated by the blasphemous 
violence of those monstrous Popes, and yet notwith- 

* I gready regret I have not found these. 

* Lord Qermont was the elder brother of Fortescuc. He had 
married a daughter of the Marquis of Ormond. 


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standing are the most flourishing of peoples and lands? 
Would not a torrent of ridicule thrown on insolent and 
uncharitable pretension do some good? Ask Count 
Maffei ^ : I am miserable at times about Italy, but always 
hope on. 

Meanwhile I shall have tired your ize : so I will con- 

Lady Waldegrave to Lear. 

Chewton Priory, 
Feb. IO./68. 

We were delighted to hear that you had not only sold 
your fine Cedars, but found an appreciative public at 
Cannes. Your idea of taking a permanent Studio there 
sounds jolly and likely to be prosperous. I quite under- 
stand your horror of the fogs and fogies of London in 
winter, and with you a natural, neutral, Indian ink spirits 
climate must have an immense effect upon your well or 

We are groaning at having to leave this dear place 
to-morrow for hateful London. We have been im- 
mensely happy here in spite of all sorts of little worries, 
broken chilblains, Mendip mists. East winds, weak eyes, 
. . . etc., etc. 

. . . We hear that Lord Derby will be obliged to re- 
sign as his health is completely broken.^ Lord Stanley 
is expected to take his place. His speech at Bristol has 
done him great harm in Ireland and no good here.^ 

^ Secretary to the Italian Legation in London. 

* Lord Derby resigned the Premiership in Disraeli's favour in 
1868. He died in 1869. 

• Lord Stanley was Foreign Secretary at this time. 


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Lord Carlingford to Lear. 

Feb. 22. 

My Lady handed me this document the day before 
we left Chewton, with a command that I should finish 
it forthwith and despatch It to Cannes. I was full of 
Steward's accounts, gardener's accounts, etc, etc, put It 
into my box, and there It has remained until this present 
writing. We were very sorry to leave Chewton, where 
we passed some very quiet and especially happy months. 
But " noblesse oblige," or rather the duties of a politician 
oblige. Mrs. Gladstone wrote just at the same time: 
"My husband has been so happy here" (Ha warden), 
*' he feels like a schoolboy going back to school." I 
wish by the way he wouldn't write devout, fanciful, un- 
critical articles on ** Ecce Homo " In " Good Words." ^ 
I have seen a good deal of him and of Lord Russell 
about Irish affairs. The letter of Lord Russell to me 
has caused much interest, especially his resignation, In 
very handsome terms, of the leadership to Gladstone. 

Lord Derby was thought to be dying, but has rallied. 
Stanley told me yesterday that he was " going on as well 
as possible." But It Is fully believed that at Easter, If 
not sooner, he will hand over the Prime Ministership to 
Dizzy I Stanley supports Dizzy — and the Squires acqui- 
esce, In consequence of his triumphs of last year.^ I am 
glad to see that Colenso Is vanquishing his enemies at 

* Mr. Gladstone's article in " Good Words " in " Ecce Homo '' 
(Sir J. R. Seeley's book, which appeared anonymously in 1865) did 
not give his opinion on the book, but his ideas on irrelevant theo- 
logical matters, having no reference to the view taken in the book 
of the relation of Christ to Christianity. 

' The passing of the Reform BUI of 1867. 


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Natal In the Law Courts, having gained a complete vic- 
tory over Dean Green.* The Bishop of London behaved 
very well about the intended rival Bishop, and repulsed 
that ill-conditioned bigot. Bishop Gray.^ . . . 

Lear to Fortescue. 

Villa MontArbt. 6, Roosbnt Onnoray. 

24/ A Febbirowerry 1868 

Ritten at night. 
I " remained confounded *' — as my servant George 
says when he is surprised — " rimasto confuso " — ^by get- 
ting a letter from you and my lady at once just now from 
the peripatetic postman, whom in the street near my new 
lodgings I met. (The said Postman greets me always 
with great enthusiasm and respect ; since after a week had 
passed without his bringing letters — I said to him: 
" Savez vous pourquoi il n'y a pas de lettres? C'est 
parcequ' en Angleterre il fait si froid qu'on ne peut plus 
tenir la plume en mainl " — " C'est done terrible ga. Mon- 
sieur I" — said he, and now as a burst of letters have 
turned up, he says — " Voyez done Monsieur, le froid 
commence a passer I Dieu I comme il a du f aire froid la 
basi " *) For, — to return to the first line, — I have in- 

^ Colenso had appealed to the Court of Chancery and the Master 
of the Rolls had given judgment in his favour; in consequence his 
salary was restored to him. 

' Bishop of Cape Town from 1847, in 1863 he had pronounced 
Colenso's deposition. 

• " Do you know why there arc no letters? It is because it is 
too cold in England to hold a pen in one's hand." " That is in- 
deed terrible, Sir! " • • . " See, Sir, the cold is beginning to go I 
Goodness! how cold it must have been out there! " 


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tended to write to you ever so long a time past; but at 
night I can't do so easily, and the days are so broken up 
and bebothered: So, as Pistol says — " things must be as 
they may " — I was reading only yesterday of a dinner 
at 7 Carlton Gardens * : I always fancy Goldwin Smith 
must be a very angular cornery man: but perhaps I am 
wrong. The Grenfells ^ are by no means at Nice, but on 
the contrary here. Mr. Grenfell's brother is in a hope- 
less state of illness — so that in one respect their visit is a 
sad one: and in others they evidently enjoy it greatly. 

Mrs. Henry Grenfell is a sort of A No. i woman 

multiplied by lo or 20, by which I mean she seems to be 
a woman combining good sense and good taste with per- 
fectly feminine nature and manner: one might have added 
good education and more goods. She is also though not 
handsome, quite nice looking and perfectly ladylike : and 
by what I hear from others, has acted as a regular mother 
to her younger sisters. Altogether it is plain to me that 
Henry G. has secured a prize, and this I am glad of 
thoroughly, as I have always liked him so much. He and 
I are going somewhere or other next Sunday, and after 
that 1 suppose they will " draw to the cold and bitter 
north," which I shall be sorry for. . . . 

To look over your letter ... a more Interesting 
period for politicians can hardly be than this, and if 
Dizzy should become Premier, I fancy that the Liberal 

^ Lady Waldegrave's town house, and Goldwin Smith was prob- 
ably at this dinner as he was a friend of Fortescue's, a contemporary 
of his at Oxford. 

* Henry Rivcrsdale Grenfell, a Governor of the Bank of Eng- 
land, was one of Fortescue's greatest friends. Mrs. Grenfell was 
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—our side — ^will gain in the end: for it is impossible now 
that he can ever do any real Toryism: quite the con- 
trary.* Grenfell tells me that some friends of his write 
that another said : — ** What I Disraeli, a Jew — Pre- 
mier?" — and that the respondent aptly answered: 
" Well, wasn't St. Paul a Jew before he was a Xtian? " 
For my own part if Judaizing all England would do us 
any good — ^why not? I am glad of what you say of 
Colenso: I didn't know his cause was so prospering. 
You should hear Lady Duff Gordon (junior) speak of 
Bishop Gray. 

I think I have answered most topicks and toothpicks 
of your letter, and shall now go on in a meandering 
mashpotato manner, male and female after his kind, like 
an obese gander as I am. . . . The conventional swell 
Sunday here is awful 1 The last sermon on " the Lord 
God made them coats of skins of beasts " — anyhow made 
it necessary to use one's reason. I wish Lord Lans- 
downe's speech about " too much church and too many 
priests and too little humanity " was printed widely : here 
as Hy. G. says — " the hills are covered with parsons," 
— and women and fine ladies walk miles to morning sacra- 
ments and daily prayers : but their dress and the narrow- 
ness of their mental perceptions is what most strikes 
thinking men who see much of them. If a tenth part of 
what the Saturday Reviewers write about women is true ^ 
— a " national calamity " is on the increase : and the 

* Disraeli was appointed Lord Derby's successor in February, 

* Three articles on Women in three successive Saturday Re- 
views, " Mistress and Maid," " -^thetic Women," and " The 
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priesthood as a class are responsible for removing half 
of their hearers out of the pale of reason into that of 
vanity, bigotry and living death. So, my dear boy, you 
see, I go, by way of not being completely unconventional, 
to church often, bitter as the hideous talk is : on the other 
hand I think — ^is one sex doomed to be the prey of the 
priests and to deteriorate accordingly? will nobody help 
these long-trained chignon-befooled lambs? — and— q.e.d. 
— therefore I go out for all the Sunday at times — not 
being able to bear respectable foolery and superstitious 
iniquity more than in a certain quantity at once. 

You ax about my plans : they are still at a scroobious 
dubious doubtfulness. If the Duchess of Buccleuch, 
Lord Dalhousie, or Mr. Jackson the millionaire come 
to sweep off £300 of my drawings, I should go off to 
finish my Palestine, because that kind of life is more diffi- 
cult as one has to look at it and undertake it fifty sixcally 
or fifty sevenically. But if they — the above-named po- 
tentates — don't come and buy, I must sneak back to 
England in May or June, perhaps only running over to 
Corsica for a Comhill paper or separately illustrated bit 
of journal, which I am much inclined to set my wits to 
— as — ^Athos — or a portion of Nile — to Philistine coun- 
try, etc., etc. — ^thus gradually oozing out all my intel- 
lectual topographic bowels as a silkworm doth its cater- 
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(Abrupdous Interpolation). Will you tell me if you 

know much or any of M. Prosper Merimee's writings? 

He lives here in winter and came to my rooms two weeks 

ago. He speaks English well, which is a comfort to me 

who hate speaking French. The rooms I have taken 

(and I am glad you and my Lady think I have done 

well in so doing) are on the third floor of a new house, 

looking directly to the harbour and Esterels — a line of 

hills, the termination of which is absolutely Grecian, as 

to decision of form and beauty — and this is much for me 

to say. A is the sea. B the beautiful end of the hills. 

C the promontory of Teoule. D the pier 

of Cannes. E the town. F the arbour. 

By all the Devils in or out of Hell I four 
hundred and seventy-three cats at least are 
all at once making a ninfemal row in the 

f garden close to my window. Therefore, 

being mentally decompoged, I shall write no 
more. Adding only a portrait of myself 
going on stilts (which mode of progress, as 
practised here, I mean to learn) and another 
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here some weeks ago. All these beastly rooms where I 
am open to an open court on the street, and my servant 
said: " Better you lock the doors, master, all the people 
come in/' But I didn't mind what he said. And lol 
when sponging myself in my tub-bounce I the door opened 
and one of the old market women with fowls and eggs 
rushed in. In dismay at my Garden of Eden state, she 
shrieked, let the fowls and eggs fall and ran off, and I 
until help came, was all open to the passing world. Please 
give my kindest regards to my lady. I will write to her 
in a morning when I can write more tolerably than, as I 
do now, at night. Remember me to Lord and Lady 
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To Lady JValdegrave. 



Kan. Alpbs Maritimbs. 

Feby. 28. 1868. 

AjACcio, Corsica, 

May 6. 1868. 

I HAVE left the above absurd address on this paper, 
to show you that I had an intention, never carried 
out, of writing to you before I left Cannes, which I did 
at the first week in April. . . . 

During the time I have been here I have seen the south 
part of the islands pretty thoroughly: the inland moun- 
tain scenery is of the most magnificent character, but the 
coast or edges are not remarkable. The great pine forest 
of Bavella is I think one of the most wonderfully beauti- 
ful sights nature can produce. The extraordinary cov- 
ering of verdure on all but the tops of granite mountains 
makes Corsica delightful: such Ilex trees and Chestnuts 
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from wild flowers charms the foolish traveller into fits. 
The people are unlike what I expected, having read of 
" revenge," etc; they have the intelligence of Italians but 
not their vivacity: shrewd as Scotch, but slow and lazy 
and quiet generally. It must be added that a more thor- 
oughly kindly and obliging set of people, so far as I have 
gone, cannot easily be found. . . . 

I should tell you the people nearly all dress in black, 
which makes a glumy appierance : the food is good gen- 
erally, but partickly trout and lobsters: and the wine is 
delightful, and some well known Landscape Painters 
drink no end of it. . . . 

The last day of twenty on my return here, a vile little 
disgusting driver of the carriage I had hired, took a fit 
of cursing as he was wont to do at times, and of beating 
his poor horses on the head. In this instance as they 
backed towards the precipice and the coachman continued 
to beat, the result was hideous to see, for carriage and 
horses and driver all went over into the ravine — a ghastly 
sight I can't get rid of. The carriage was broken to bits ; 
one horse killed ; the little beast of a driver not so badly 
hurt as he ought to have been. It took a day to fish up 
the ruins, and this . . . has rather disgusted me with 
Corsican carriage drives and drivers. 

Lear to Fortescue. 

15, Stratford Place. Oxford St. 

22 August. 1868. 

Concerning .the parchments or papers, you did not 
leave anywhere, as far as I can perceive. ... I hope 
the papers were not important: perhaps an agreement, 
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speaker at the Crystal Palace Protestant meeting says: 
Judas Iscariot was a gentleman) to deliver over Ireland 
bodily to the Pope of Rome on the Liberal party coming 
in. . • . 

There Is a possibility of my having to go into Devon- 
shire to see a very old companion, who writes " there 
seems now little else for me to do but to die." If I do 
this — i.e. — not die, but go to Torquay, I shall pass Bath 
and possibly might get a peep at you. Shall I knot re- 
joice when this place is oflf my hands? Many of my 
books I shall send off to Cannes, but at present, as you 
may suppose, I am very dimbemisted-cloudybesquashed 
as to plans. Nevertheless, they go on slowly forming 
like the walls of Troy or some place as riz to slow music. 

Every marriage of people I care about rather seems 
to leave one on the bleak shore alone — ^naturally. You 
however — since you were " made a Bishop," as the Blue- 
posts waiter said — have made no diference, excepting in 
so far as the inevitable staccamento ^ occasioned by the 
exigencies of active and private life compel you. 

Lear to Fortescue. 

10. Duchess Street. Portland Place. 

Aug. 1 6. 1869. 

I was surprised to find your card, and wonder how 
you get time even to think of calling. Never bother 
yourself to do so, amiable as is the fact, for, happily, I 
can " put myself In other peoples' places " very thor- 
oughly, and I know how impossible it is to do as one did 
when one's occupations and thoughts were otherwise than 

* Severing. 


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as years go on they needs must be. My life here is 
truly odious-shocking: of my twenty-eight days in Eng- 
land, the first seven went in bustle, looking for a lodging, 
and roughing out a plan for publication.^ Of the next 
twenty-one — ^twelve have gone in necessary visits, to you 
and Lady W., my sister. Poor W. Nevill, the Hollands, 
and Mrs. Hunt. The remaining time has gone utterly 
in hard writing, often over one hundred notes in the day, 
besides arranging the subscription list at post time, and 
also getting to see various old obscure remote friends in 
suburbs etc. So that rest is there none. When shall we 
fold our wings, and list to what the inner spirit says — 


there is no joy but calm? Never in this world I fear 
— for I shall never get a large northlight studio to paint 
in. Perhaps in the next eggzi stens you and I and My 
lady may be able to sit for placid hours under a lotus 
tree a eating of ice creams and pelican pie with our feet 
in a hazure coloured stream and with the birds and beasts 
of Paradise a sporting around us. 

I can't help laughing at my position at fifty-seven 1 
And considering how the Corfu, Florence, Petra, etc, etc, 
etc, are seen by thousands, and not one commission com- 
ing from that fact, how plainly is it visible that the wise 

^ Of his Corsican Journal. 

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public only give commissions for pictures through the 
Press that tell the sheep to leap where others leap 1 . . . 
And are you to be made a pier? as the papers say 
you are. 

And hoping that such fact may come to pass, 
Forgive the maimderings of a d — d old Ass. 

To Lady JValdegrave. 

AsHTEAD Park. Epsom. 
August 19. 1869. 

I have no whole sheet of paper to answer your note, 
which came to me yesterday before I left 10 Duchess St, 
but as there is a peaceful half-hour just now available 
I shall not put oflf writing to you, but rather use this 
piece in peacefulness as a pis-aller. I came here for two 
nights and return to misery to-morrow: ever since 1834 
I have always been used to come to Mrs. Greville How- 
ard's,* who all that time has been a very unvarying good 
friend: she is now more than eighty-four but is as bright 
and amiable as ever, and surrounded by people of her 
own family, Howards, Bagots and Chesters, Herveys, 
Lanes and Legges. Far less a Tory by nature than by 
education, {just as dear old Mrs. Ruxton * was a CaU 
vinist by education and not naturally j) she is one of the 
finest specimens of the Grand English Lady of the olden 
time I have known. Meanwhile the park is much as it 
used to be thirty years ago, so that I shall go and walk 

* Mrs. Greville Howard was Mary Howard of Castle Risen in 
Norfolk and Ashtead in Surrey. She was the great-granddaughter 
of the nth Earl of Suffolk. Her mother married Richard Bagot, 
who took the name of Howard. She herself married, in 1807, the 
Hon. Fulke Greville Upton who assumed the name of Howard. 

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among the deer as I did then; and so my one day of idle- 
ness will go by without much growling on my part. Nor 
does looking at places I knew so well, and shall shortly 
cease to see, bring much regret : as I grow older, I as it 
were prohibit regrets of all sorts, for they only do harm 
to the present and thereby to the future. By degrees one 
is coming to look on the whole of life past as a dream, 
and one of no very great importance either if one is not 
in. a positron to affect the lives of others particularly. 
After which maundering, I will stop, or perhaps you 
may double up this paper and throw it away to the de- 
structive Billy.* Thank you very much for your invita- 
tion, which I should enjoy accepting, but I do not perceive 
the smallest possibility of so doing. This Corsica ^ must 
be published, and to do that various tortures must be 
endured: • . • 

You and CFPQ will be glad to hear that three hun- 
dred and fifty-two copies of my beastly bothering book 
are subscribed for (though the Gaol of a thousand is as 
yet a long way off,) and doubtless when I get back to 
Duchess St. to-morrow there will be a good many more. 
ID Duchess St. has the merit of facing the North and of 
being pretty light, and also this, that it is very tolerably 
quiet: having said which nothing more is to be said. If 
I were Dante and writing a new Inferno, I would make 
whole vistas of London lodgings part of my series of 
Hell punishments. The Count de Paris • wrote me such 

^ Lady Waldegrave's bull-terrier. 

* "Journal in Corsica." 

• Grandson of Louis Phillippe. The Orleans Princes lived in 
different mansions at and round Twickenham and Richmond, and 
were great friends of Lady Waldegrave and Fortescue. Lear had 
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a pretty note in subscribing to my work : that young man 
must have naturally *' good conditions " as Bunyan says, 
for whatever he does is so nicely and gracefully cut out. 
Various other people too have written very nicely, 
which consoles me for much disgust. My love to the 
Mimber, whose likeness I bought yesterday in " Vanity 
Fair." 1 . . . 

You and CF will, if the papers are well-informed, go 
and live in Ireland as Vice Kg and Q. and I shall prob- 
ably go to Darjeeling or Para where for the few remain- 
ing years of life I shall silently subsist on Parrot Pudding 
and Lizard lozenges in chubby contentment. 

To Fortescue. 

Maison Guichard. Cannes. 

J any. I. 1870. 

Jan. 2d. 8. A.M. Here goes for a scribble which you 
or My Lady can divide or put by or extinguish as the 
case may be. If ever there was a propitious day for 
letterwriting it is this, for it is frightfully cold and black 
and rain$ hard, so, all the more that my throat is some- 
what better for keeping indoors, I shall not move out all 
day. Would that I knew anything about the Book — 
i.e. — Corsica. I can't hear of anyone getting it, and don't 
know what Bush^ is about. Two copies have reached 
me by Book Post, one I got from M. Merimee, who 
seems greatly pleased with it. I am glad to know you 
are hopeful about Irish affairs: certainly they are very 
sad, but I cannot see why some are so unjust as to place 
all the onus of the evil on a Liberal Government, as if 

^ Cartoon by " Ape " (Pdegrini), August 14, 1869. 
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Ireland had always been cheerful and comfortable cum 
Toryism. I was sure My Lady would feel the Duchess 
D'A [umale]s death as you say she does^: and one is 
sorry for the poor Duke. . . . 

My health altogether is not very nice just now, but 
then I am 58 next May, and never thought I should live 
so long. My floor, or flat here is very unsatisfactory in 
some points i.e. being in a house with three other floors 
full of people, noises abound : 2nd I have no good paint- 
ing room: 3rd my bedroom is cold: 4th the chimneys 
smoke. . . . Could I get any suitable house here for 
£3000 it appears to me that such a step would be a wise 
one, for as that sum, all I have, produces only £90 a year, 
I should gain by the move, ... As for distance from 
" patronage " — that seems a matter of indifference — 
for only £12 was expended on this child by strangers 
last year, and I foresee no greater luck this year, (The 
Princess Royal and Alice came, but of course thought the 
honour sufficient, nor indeed did I expect them to give 
commissions.) When such wealthy people as Lord Dal- 
housie and others set their faces against art, all the sheep 
foolies go with them; and thus I repeat, it don't seem to 
matter much whether one is near or far from visitors. 
Certainly the non-possession of taste, or the fashion of 
taste is very distinctly shown in such places as Cannes, 
Brighton, etc., versus Rome, where, as it is the fashion 
to buy art, everybody buys it. . . . 

How do you like the last Idylls?^ . . . 

* She was a devoted friend of Lady Waldegrave, and lived at 
Orleans House, Twickenham. 

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I doubt, under any circumstances, my coming to Eng- 
land next summer: life has been of late simply disgusting 
to me there, and I have seen only glimpses of those I 
most care for. After all, it is perhaps the best plan to 
run about continually like an Ant, and die simultaneous 
some day or other. 

Meanwhile in some matters I am really perfectly well 
off; qua food and service, for instance, Giorgio Kokali 
though not getting younger, is as good and attentive as 
ever, and like a clock for regularity. His three sons, by 
way of presents, have sent me three most beautiful sponges, 
worth £2 apiece in Piccadilly. I wish I could give you and 
My Lady a Pilaf and soup for luncheon, for I can and do 
ask ladies sometimes, and we manage things very neatly. 
My sister Newson at Leatherhead is well for her age — 
going on seventy-one. Sarah, in Dunedin, at seventy-six, 
thrives as usual, and rows her two great-grandchildren 
about in a boat ! Sometimes I think I will go out there, 
but on the whole they are too fussy and noisy and re- 
ligious in those colonial places. 

I shall leave off now, for which you may be " truly 
thankful.** And I shall look out and heap together all 
the nonsense I can for my new book which is entitled — 

Learical Lyrics 

and Puffled of Prose, 

&c., &c. 

Pray write to me and say how you and My Lady like the 
books: if they are not come write ferociously to Bush, 
whose name at present makes me foam. The beastly 
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doing me a service by taking up my time I one day one of 
them condescendingly said " you may sit down — ^we do 
not wish you to stand." Shall I build a house or not? 
There is a queer little orange garden for £1000, if only 
one could ensure that no building could be placed oppo- 
site. Why do topographical artists and Chief Secretaries 
for Ireland have false teeth? Because they cAooj^. Give 
my kindest remembrances to My Lady, and wish her 
and yourself many happy new years. 

O pumpkins! O periwinkles! 

O pobblesquattles I how him rainl 

Lear to Lady Waldegranje. 

Maison Guichard. Cannes. 

10 Feby. 1870. 

I hope — for all you say — that you will feel no less 
interest than ever in the " Party "—or Liberal side : for 
if there be not union there is nothing, and without you 
there would be a disgusting vacuum not to be filled up. 
I can well understand the disadvantages and disagree- 
ables of the Chief Secretaryship, but who could take the 
place as CF does? For even granted another with exactly 
the same capacity, few could have the interior combina- 
tion of being an Irishman, and not only that, but one who 
has lived among and studied the people and the circum- 
stances of the country, and who has a real interest in its 

Bye the bye you will surely see that he will have much 
more credit than you forebode at present,^ and later I 

^ In December, 1870, Mr. Fortescue was made President of the 
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trust to see him in Lord Granville*s ^ place, Colonies or 
some other post he would like. So in spite of certain of 
Mr. G's qualities I hope you will go on flourishing and 
more rejoicefully. 

Poor Duke D'Aumale I Is it better, I wonder, as 
says, " to have loved and lost, than never to have loved 
at all? " I don't know. I think, as I can't help being 
alone it is perhaps best to be altogether, jellyfish-fashion 
caring for nobody. 

The Baillie Cochranes is come, which Fm pleased at. 
Drummond Wolff is a coming. And to-day, says some- 
tody, Lord Ebury and Co., are coming to this child's 

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IT is hardly necessary to point out that Lear had always 
an extreme difficulty in making up his mind about his 
movements. He was for ever drawing up elaborate plans 
for the future which seldom saw completion. But as he 
grew older and less inclined for travel, the necessity for 
having some fixed residence began to press insistently. 
At last, in the spring of 1870, he decided to build a house, 
as he found it impossible to get rooms or rent a villa in 
any convenient situation on the Riviera coast with a suit- 
able studio. For this purpose he proposed to draw upon 
part of his small invested capital of £3,000, and he 
bought a piece of land near San Remo, and set the build- 
ers to work. The new house, which was not finally ready 
until the March of the following year, was christened 
Villa Emily, after a New Zealand grand-niece.* It was 
the painter's home for many years. 

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To Lady Waldegrave. 

Mbssrs. Asquasoati 

Italia | San Remo. 

July 6. 1870. 

I wish you and C. to know that on June 22 I finally 
left Cannes, and the pigeon shooting swell community 
thereof — for San Remo— all my things coming in a Van 
— ^Vanity of Vanity — I may indeed say a Carryvan — 
by way of Nice to San Remo where, as above, is now my 
future address. My Pantechnicon things, (C.F's table 
and all ^) are to come out by sea. I have taken lodgings, 
see address above, for six months, for though I hope to 
paint in my new room in December I don*t get in till 
March to sleep. The house is already fast rising, and 
the roof is to be on by end of July. 

(I am writing this from Certosa del Pesio, a Mountain 
Pension twenty-four hours above S. Remo, to which I 
can run down when wanted — a place near Cuneo, (Turin) 
to which I have come for a week or two to be out of the 
great heat by the sea-shore, to complete my child's-non- 
sense-book for Xmas, and to write letters, and a fair copy 
of two Egyptian journals, 1854 and 1867, for future 

I now mean, at least from October, to do as I said 
to C.F., try all I can for public exhibition and sale there- 
by. One of two pictures I sent to the R.A. * (" And of 
such is the Kingdom of Heaven I ") was sold at once, 
the other, the £150 forest, with three more will go to 
Liverpool, Birmingham and Manchester, and if not sold 

*Sce p. 115. 

* Sec Appendix, " List of Lear's Exhibits at the Royal Acad- 
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there must be at Christie's bye and bye. As I wrote to 
C, private patronage must end in the natural course of 
things, but eating and drinking and clothing go on dis- 
agreeably continually; yet in striking out this new path 
(the old one was worn out, for I only got £30 from the 
rich Cannes public this last winter) I may well say that 
no one ever had more or better friends than I, you My 
Lady, and the steady ^oscue among the first and best. 

Poor John Simeon I ^ I know C. has felt his death. 

C. must have had no end of worry and work about 
that land bill,^ but I have not seen papers for a fortnight 
as I have been a-walking over the Col di Tenda, which 
produced so to speak a Tenda-ness in my feet and it 
will be Tenda one if I can get a shoe on which keeps me 
on Tendahooks. 

For all I write cheerfully I am as savage and black as 
90000 bears. There is nobody in this place (an Ex-Car- 
thusian convent with 200 rooms,) whom I know: and 
they feed at the beastliest hours — 10 and 5. 

If you see Delane, Pigott,' or the Editor of the Satur- 
day, my compliments and they are brutes and thieves to 
take my Corsica and write no notice of it. Is it yet too 
late? On the contrary the Daily Telegraph, Athenaum, 
Pall Mall, Illustrated News, Post, etc., will doubtless be 
rewarded in heaven, when the above three are in torchers. 

My love to the Mimber. Please, when that bill is 
done, have a tendency to consumption, and come out to 

^ Sir John Simeon, 3rd Bart., M.P., a mutual friend and a 
patron of Lear's. 

^ The Irish Land Bill introduced by Mr. Gladstone in Febru- 
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San Remo for the winter 1 My friend Congreve, next 
me, has a charming villa to let. 

The following letter is chiefly interesting as a typical 
example of the orderly and minute character of Lear's 
correspondence : — 

To Fortescue. 
Cbrtosa del Pesio. 


Turin. 31X/. July. 1870. 

I was delighted to get your 
letter, date 14th, which came to 
me on Saturday 23rd. Since 
when I have jotted down scraps 
of memoranda to aid me in writ- 
ing to you when I had a Nopper- 

To-day being Sunday, which I 
show my respect for my wearing 
a coat with tails and by writing 
letters instead of Egyptian jour- 
nal, I can seize the memoranda 
accordingly. But as I have been 
writing all day, I am unequal to 
the task of " composition," and 
I shall accordingly put down 
all the notes, and comment upon 
them just as they come, without 
any order at all. Here goes : 

(i) Your letter came about 
noon, just as (2) you must have 
been * holding ' the breakfast at 

Time of getting 
his letter. 

Bfkt at S. HUl. 

CF's and J. 
Simeon's paint- 
ings of mine 
also my Lady's. 

F. L and the 
Essex house. 

Lord Derby and 


Ld. Clermont's 

George Kokali. 

Lord Granville. 
ID. L Secretary- 

11. Ireland. 

12. Valaorites. 

13. Egyptian Jour- 





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Child's Book. 
Certosa life. 

18. Pictures. 

19. Piedmontese. 
Counts and 

Visit to Turin. 
Things sent 


24. Lord Henley. 

25. C. Simeon. 

26. C. Roundell. 

27. Heart disease. 

28. Sisters. 

29. Congreves. 

Lord Derby, 
marriage and 
Lord E. B. 
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Strawberry^: I should like to 
have been there. 

(3) Poor John Simeon 1 All 
you say of him is true. I wrote 
to Lady S. to-day. He and you 
have been two of my friends who 
have done me always justice as 
to my working conscientiously, 
and who have always appreciated 
my work. I should like by 
degrees to get a set of photo- 
graphs of all my pictures. My 
Lady is another who has been 
just the same to me: I was 
reckoning only a few days ago 
that she has as many as eight 
of my works: you three or four 

(4) My friend Lushington^ 
has very kindly got me a com- 
plete certificate of London resi- 
dence countersigned by Italian 
Consul, a necessary form for get- 
ting furniture duty free. He, F. 
Lushington, being now P. Magis- 
trate in the East of London, 
has taken a house in the East 
county of Essex. 

* The breakfast club to which Carlingford belonged. 

^ Franklin Lushington, at this time magistrate at the Thames 
Police Court, was one of two Justices in Corfu when Lear first 
went to live there. He became one of the painter's most intimate 
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(5) You will think this next an odd bit, but I had an 
uncontrollable desire to paint one more picture for Know- 
sley, so I wrote to Lord Derby that I wished to do so if 
he would let me — knowing how fond of my works he 
has always been, and that from a child he knew me. 
But directly after I wrote the letter I got some papers 
where in the very first I saw his Marriage I ^ and in the 
next the announcement that it was to take place. So I set 
down the letter which must have arrived on the day after 
his marriage, as gone to limbo. 

(6) The War is a bore.* But if F. wants to devour 
others, I can't but recollect that P. did devour some of 
Denmark and other places: so I don't see that one is 
worse than t'other. (7) I have half written a letter to 
Lord Clermont, as I have done to everyone who has pic- 
tures of mine, about some photographs: not knowing 
where he may be I addressed the letter to Carlton Gar- 
dens, please let it be forwarded. (8) My good servant 
Giorgio who hurt his foot badly on the Col di Tenda, 
and had to stay here some time, has gone back to Corfu. 
I heard from him yesterday — all safe. But I miss him 
here considerably, having to do many things for myself I 
now can't well manage. He returns to me in October 

(9, ID, 11) I had not known of Lord Cn's^ death 
when I last wrote, but next day or so I did, and wondered 
who would fill Lord G's place,* who I grasped would suc- 

^ Lord Derby married Constance, e. d. of 4th Earl of Clarendon. 

* Franco-Prussian. 

• Lord Clarendon d. June 27, 1870. 

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ceed him. But I cannot wonder at your not being moved 
at present from the Irish Secretaryship, for who on earth 
could replace you ? I do not see how you can be staccato 
from Irish affairs for some time, and the next step would 
naturally I fancy be Lord Lieutenant, because it would 
with a Peerage be the just reward of so much work, and 
to one who is so identified with the island. You could 
have done the colonies well I believe — (G.B. will I think 
be radiant at Lord K.^ being there instead of you,) but 
the nonpossibility of filling up the Irish office at this time 
could not I think be got over. So you see / don*t look 
on the matter as a slight, but quite the particular con- 
trairy reverse. Why was old Lord H.* put in again? 
I suppose some one must have been and there wasn't 
much choice. 

(12) I see Valaorites is Capo in Greece. I do hope 
the Greek affair won't be dropped. Valaorites was 
always thought a good man by people one thought good 
and worthy of credit. (13) My only employ here is 
writing: and I have already written out the first part — 
(1854) of my Egyptian journals: I believe you would 
like them, as they are photographically minute and truth- 
ful. But it will be long before I publish them. ( 14) I 
have also finished (up here) my new Xmas book.' 9 
songs — no "old persons" and other rubbish and fun. 
All have gone to England to be lithographed. 

(15) I live the queerest solitary life here, in company 

^ Lord Kimberley succeeded Lord Granville as C)lonial 

« Lord Halifax. 

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of seventy people. They are, many of them, very nice 
but their hours don't suit me, and I hate life unless I 
WORK ALWAYS. I rise at 5, coffee at 6, write till 10. 
Breakfast at Table d'hote. Walk till 11.30, write till 6, 
walk till 8, dine alone, and bed at 10 or 9.30. (16) 
The scenery here is of most remarkably English character 
as to greenness, but of course the Halps is bigger; I 
never saw such magnificent trees, such immense slopes of 
meadows, and such big hills combined together ; the Cer- 
tosa Monastery itself is a beast to look at. ( 17) I should 
certainly like, as I grow old, (if I do at all) to work out 
and complete my topographic life, publish all my journals 
illustrated, and illustrations of all my pictures : for after 
all if a man does anything all his life and is not a dawdler, 
what he does must be worth something, even if only as a 
lesson of perseverance. I should also like to see a little 
more of other places yet, but that must be as it may as 
the little boy said when they told him he mustn't swallow 
the mustard pot and sugar tongs. || (18) I am going to 
do a big 2*, Cataract for n«t year's Academy, and a big 
something else for the International, if this war don't 
spoil all. 1 1 

(19, 20) The Piedmontese are really charming peo- 
ple, so simple and kindly. Only I wish they weren't all 
counts. Who ever heard before of an omnibus stuffed 
quite full of counts, (8) and 2 Marguises?|| (21) I 
went to Turin on the 17th but can't remember why I 
put that down, as there was nothing to say about it.|| 
(22) All my old Stratford Place things are now on their 
way out by sea.|| (23) There are two sorts here, fire- 
flies which are delightful, splendid common flies which are 
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Jekyll has become Lady Henley.^ I met him once at 
Strawberry Hill. She has written me a very nice letter. 
(25) If you see Cornwall Simeon, remember me to 
him. (26) Do you know Charles Roundell,^ Sir R. 
Palmer's cousin? Secretary to Lord Spencer? he is a 
great friend of mine, and has four of my pictures. (27) 
I must tell you that I have been at one time, extremely ill 
this summer. It is as well that you should know that I 
am told that I have the same complaint of heart as my 
father died of quite suddenly. I have had advice about 
it, and they say I may live any time if I don't run sud- 
denly, or go quickly upstairs : but that if I do I am pretty 
sure to drop morto. I ran up a little rocky bit near the 
Tenda, and thought I shouldn't run any more, and the 
palpitations were so bad that I had to tell Giorgio all 
about it, as I did not think I should have lived that day 
through. ... 28. My Sister Ellen at 71 is vastly well. 
The New Zealander at 77 quite robust, and falks of com- 
ing over for a trip to see me — via Panama I 29. My 
friend Congreve,® formerly a master at Rugby, and for 
years past settled at San Remo, is in great affliction, as 
Mrs. C. is dying. His non return to San Remo is a most 
serious thing for me — ^but I can't think of my own bother, 
as his is so much greater. He takes pupils, and has four 
villas there, which I wish to goodness were let to friends 

* Married Lord Henley as his second wife, daughter of J. H. S. 
Jekyll, Esq., June 30, 1870. 

* Charles Roundell, Mj\., D.L., M.P. for Grantham. The 
Shipton Division of Yorkshire. 

* Afterwards English Consul at San Remo. Father of the 
writer of the Preface to this book, and brother of Richard Con- 
greve, the comtist, who resigned his fellowship at Wadham Col- 
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of mine for £200, £120, £120 and £72, all furnished 
30. Are you and Milady going back to Ireland — and not 
to Chewton at all after Parliament ceases to sit? Give 
my kindest regards to her. I wish you would both have 
the rheumatism for a month, and come to the Comiche. 
Mind if ever you do, you go to Bogge's Hotel de Londres 
—dose to MY PROPERTY. 31. Behold, to my utter 
surprise, a letter has come from Lord Derby 1 — nothing 
more friendly and kindly could have been written, and 
with a commission for £100 to paint a Corfu for himl 
I am extremely pleased for many reasons. So I begin 
my San Remo life with the same Knowsley patronage I 
began life with at eighteen years of age. I had some 
strong and particular reasons for making the request I 
did, and to no one else could I have made it, or would 
I have made it.|| 32. You will be glad to hear that 
Bush's accounts of the Corsica have come in, and that, 
though there are still over 300 copies on sale, I have now 
no more money to pay^ but on the contrary £130 to re- 
ceive: this is not however profit^ because my payments of 
the woodcuts were not made by Bush, but by myself. All 
truly religious and right-minded people should buy the 
Corsica for 30s. for wedding and Christmas gifts.|| 33. 
I wonder if after the Parliamentary business is over, and 
newspapers slack, if the Times and the Daily News and 
Saturday Review could yet put an article on my Corsica 

in their kollems.|| 34. If you see Lord E B 

who has never paid his subscription, tell him he is a 
brute. If I had chosen, I could have written far other- 
wise than I did about the duflFer.^ || 35. Holman Hunt 

* " The DuflFcr " was the nickname by which the 3rd Marquis 
of Ailesbury's son was generally known. He died before his 
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writes from Jerusalem : he is getting more and more re- 
ligious: you and I should say — ^superstitious : but don't 
repeat this. 

There, that's enough and more than enough. If you 
can't read this, nor Milady either, cut it across diagonally 
and read it zigzag by the light of 482 lucifer matches. 

Vot a letter 1 

Fortescue to Lear. 

Chbwton Priory, 

Oct. 19. 1870. 

Here goes for a letter too long delayed. The last time 
I saw your writing or heard of you was three weeks ago, 
when we went to London for a Cabinet, and H. Grenfell 
showed me a letter of yours, inquiring after poor North- 
brook. I have not heard of him lately, but he wrote me 
soon after the catastrophe ^ that he was almost heart- 
broken. What an awful affair it was, making itself felt 
by all, even in the midst of war, at a time when we have 
supped so full of horrors. 

I can tell you nothing of the prospects of peace. Pub- 
lic opinion and feeling has turned very much against the 
Germans, on account of their demand of territory. You 
may see a striking letter on the subject from Lord Ed- 
mond Fitzmaurice in yesterday's Pall Mall. As far as 
" tu quoque " and " serve you right " argument goes, 
France has nothing to say for herself, but the transfer 
of human beings from one owner to another is not to be 
settled by such arguments. The Duke of Cambridge 
visited the Empress the other day — and found her look- 

* Lord Northbrook's second son Arthur was in the Navy, and 
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ing sixty, very low and subdued. The Republicans seem 
to have little hold on France — so I suppose the Orleans 
family will have a turn. Their position is very painful 
and perplexing, eager as they are to take part in the 
perils and sufferings of their country, but restrained by 
the wishes of the existing Government, and the fear of 
causing divisions.^ 

An anecdote of Dizzy. H.G. met him at dinner the 
other day. — He was oracular and sententious about the 
war, after the manner of Lothair,^ (who was there also) 
— ^he said — ^the war was caused by the French possessing 
two new machines — the chassepot and the mitrailleuse, 
in which they trusted, but they couldn't find a man. 

The domestic event is the betrothal of the Princess 
Louise and Lord Lome — ^popular, I think, with the coun- 
try, but not with the Upper Ten Thousand. 

As to our history — ^we have been here since the middle 
of September, we stay until the ist — (we hope) — go 
then to London for a few Cabinets, and then to Phaynix 
for the winter, not a delightful prospect, particularly to 
my Lady. 

Things look well in Ireland, so far, and we may hope 
for a quiet winter, unlike the last. I am full of Irish 
education — ^but am not sure yet whether room will be 
found for it next Session. It is a most difficult subject, 
beset with theories and follies and bigotries. 

• • • 

^ The Due de Chartres did fight under an assumed name, Cap- 
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Fortescue to Lear. 

C. P. Lodge. 

Dec. 30. 1870. 
... Be it known to you — ^though not yet known to 
the world in general — ^that I am almost certain to bid 
farewell to this house and this office for ever as Mr. 
Gladstone has offered me the Presidentship of the Board 
of Trade, and I have accepted it, if it be convenient to 
the Government. I have had great difficulty in making 
up my mind about this, and I leave the Irish Govern- 
ment with very mixed feelings, one of which is regret. 
However it is promotion, though not what I wished for. 
I have done a great deal of work here — my best advisers 
advise me to take it. I leave this place at a time of great 
success, — and in short, I hope I have done right. But 
all changes depress me. My successor here is not yet 
settled. These changes will be* gladly received by the 
Press. Stansfeld is their candidate for the Board of 
Trade, and expects it himself. The Government is de- 
cidedly less strong than it was a year ago. And what 
darkness and difficulties surround the future! This 
country is wonderfully improved. But the Priests call 
upon the Government to restore the Pope 1 

Lear to Lady fValdegrave. 

San Remo. Italia 

January the twenty tooth 
Says the imm, — " If thou tarry till thou'rt better, thou 
wilt never come at all " — and if I wait till I can find a 
good time for leisure and sperrits and intellect, I shall 
never send any letter to you. I did begin one, before I 
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^Idered by reason of its being by continued interrup- 
tiums up-be-cut, that I tore it to pieces. And now I com- 
mence another sheet — perhaps to be still more objection- 
able: — ^but anyhow Til go at it Slap-Dash and finish it, 
as Billy would finish a bone by scrunching it altogether 
from beginning to end. I wonder if Billy drags a hearth 
broom about as he used to do. . • . 

The Villa Lord Russell had here last year is let to 
some Dutch people. (At once you perceive that the 
arrangement of this epistle will be wholly unconnected 
and inconsequential.) I wish the Earl and Lady R. had 
returned here, tho' not to that side of San Remo. Lord 
Russell was right, and borne out by all facts connected 
with this place, in writing as he did to the Times (or 
some paper) about the people here. A better disposed 
and nicer lot of people tnan the San Remesi have I not 
seen. . . . We have few great folks here this year. The 
Archbishop ^ soon went away — ^worried ofif by the ladies 
of his family. And Ld. Shaftesbury who came a week 
ago goes on also to Mentone. So that there is only one 
footman to be seen, and he belongs to " Puxley." Does 
C. know Puxley, I wonder? He is man of Cork, and 
apparently very rich : but never before I saw him did I 
know what a real bitter Orange-Lowchurch-Irish-Tory 
was. At first when he outragiously abused those I like, 
I got angry, but now I shout with laughter — ^he is so 
grisly a fool. One of the nice people here is Ughtred 
Shuttleworth,^ Sir J. Kay's son, and M.P. for Hastings, 
on our side. I am sorry he is going : albeit he takes three 

* Archbishop Tait of Canterbury. 

'Ughtred Kay Shuttlcworth, M.P. for Hastings 1 869-1 880; 
Under Secretary India Office 1886; Chancellor of Duchy of Lan- 
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drawings from me to England. One is for F. W. Gibbs * 
as a present to H.R.H. P[rincess] Louise on her mar- 
riage, — the other two for A. M. Drummond. These 
£i2 drawings are helps I am grateful for. So I was for 
kind Chichester's letter and offer of help : but please tell 
him that I am still hoping to skriggle on without borrow- 
ing for the present: for Sir F. Goldsmid^ (thanks to 
H. G. Bruce for thaf friend) has just bought one of my 
Corsican forests for £ioo, and F. Lushington has given 
me a commission for two £25 pictures. So I may tide 
over, if all goes well. . . . 

A few days ago a friend here told me that his mother 
was obliged by her mother, to destroy a large box of 
letters written to her brother or husband, one ffarington 
I think, — all those letters were from Horace Walpole. 
Did you ever hear that? My friend is one Mr. Clay- 
Keeton of Rainhill, and his grandmother was a ffaring- 
ton. Apropos of letters, C.F. has, I daresay, heard me 
tell how I have ever regretted that in a conscientious fit 
I destroyed some eight and ten years of journals, written 
while at Knowsley. Virtue is its own reward: for now, 
looking over my sisters* letters, I find I copied out all 
those journals daily and sent them to her, — ^which she, 
dying, left to me 1 My descriptions of persons at Know- 
sley choke me with laughing. Lord Wilton * for one, 

1 Fredrick W. Gibbs, Q.C., C.B., tutor to H.R.H. the Prince 
of Wales 1 852-1 858. 

* Sir Francis Goldsmid, Bart. The first Jew called to the Eng- 
lish Bar, and the first Jewish Q.C. and Bencher. President of the 
Senate of University Qjllegc, London. 

* His eldest sister Ann, to whom he wrote constandy till her 

* Lord Wilton, the second Earl, second son of the first Marquess 
of Westminster. 


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and indeed half the great people of England who in 
so many years came there. Apropos of years — a lady 
here tells me that a new Army chaplain at Bombay, who 
put Hs wrongly, began a sermon thus — " Here's a go! " 
— (meaning to say " Years ago ") : whereat the audience 
burst into a laugh, and the service was chopped up in- 
stantaneous. . . . 

I will describe my house and garden at some other 
thyme. At present I am putting up fences all round — 
planting beans — niaking blinds and cutting carpets, — and 
now I must buy some cypresses. You see, all these things 
come at once, and resemble the house that Jack built: If 
I don't make a large cistern I can't get water: if I get no 
water I can't have beans and potatoes : if I don't make a 
fence the beans will be trodden down: and all must be 
done before the hot weather comes on. . . . 

As for C. I should gladly know how he likes the new 
B[oard] of T[rade] place and its labour. He is so con- 
scientious that he will needs master his new work, but I, 
who am ignorant of these things, do not know if it will 
be greater or less labour than the Irish Secretaryship. In 
some sense, I am glad both for him and you, that the 
change has been made: and I truly hope it will answer 
in all ways, to both of you and to the Public. . . . 

I vow I have eaten up the whole bone 1 and the letter 

— such as it is — is done. 

April 24. 1 87 1. 

Which shall I write to? Both at once? Very well, 

Lady Waldel 

then here goes. My dear - 

^ I have just 

grave C. S. 
P. 40scue. 

got your letters, left in my new post box in my new front 
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Place. ... I took the letter out into " my garden " and 
read it under one of my own olive trees, {vide illustra- 
tion No. I ) . . . . Yes — I did see — C. asks — ^that brutal 
manifesto about the D d'A[umale].^ Poor people, they 
must be suffering keenly through all these horrors. But, 
alas, — ^where are they to end? And what a state of 
rottenness does the past year show to have been the con- 
dition of France 1 1 I declare at times, I almost fear it 

can never be one nation again, but will go on and dwindle 
away as Poland did. 

I wonder if you will ever come abroad, and sometimes 
wish the Government might change, that you might have 
a holiday. I am quite \inlikely to come to England : who 
can tell when I shall do so if ever? All January, Feb- 
ruary, and up to March 25, I passed in lodgings, going 
however daily to my villa and getting it ready by degrees. 
Three days short of a year from the time I purchased 

* Preventing him from serving in the Franco-Prussian War. 
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the ground, (March 28, 1870), I moved in my last bit of 
furniture, and, thanks to the excellent arrangement and 
care of my good old servant Giorgio, I have since then 
been living as comfortably as if I had been here 20 years. 
Only I never before had such a painting room— r32 feet 
by 20— with a light I can work by at all hours, and a 
clear view south over the sea. Below it is a room of the 
same size, which I now use as a gallery, and am '' at 
home ** in once a week — ^Wednesday: though as Enoch 


Arden said in the troppicle Zone '' Still no sail, no sail,'' 
and only one £12 drawing has been bought, (that one bye 
the bye by a great friend of the D. Urquharts ^ — Mon- 
teith of Carstairs). (He brought me a letter from E. 
Lushington.) One picture £30 has also been bought, but 
£42 is my extent of income for the year. I am now hard 
at work on Lord Derby's Corfu. But I have sent five 
small oil finished paintings, 30 pounders, to Foord and 
Didcinson^ for the chance of their being exhibited, of 
which as yet I know nothing. To prove to you both that 

* David Urquhart had married Fortescuc's sister. 

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I am not yet become a vegetable, I may add that I sent 
three drawings, (Lord Shaftesbury took them,) to try 
to get into the Old Watercolour Society, but they elected 
six new members, me not. It was all but a despair of 
getting things to England, but a Mr. Eaton most kindly 
took my pictures, vide illustration No. 2. 

Add to these undertakings, I am actually going in for 
carrying out my twenty years old plan of the Landscape 
illustrations of A. Tennyson, in number 1 1 2 1 * of course 
only by degrees. " Moonlight on still waters between 
walls " etc, is already far advanced. Tomohrit, Athos, 
also begun. (C.S.P.F. has one of the designs — " Morn 
broadens.") What delights me here is the utter quiet: 
twittery birds alone break the silence, as I now sit, in my 
library, writing at C's " Fortescue " ^ or writing-ta- 
ble. . . • 

Giorgio goes to town half a mile off, twice or three 
times a week, and besides his other work takes to gar- 
dening of his own account. He finds he can manage all 
the indoor work, but I have a gardener as well, for 10/- 
a week for the rougher labour, drawing water, boots 
cleaning etc., and digging. I should have told you I am 
also preparing a book on the whole of the Riviera coast, 
so that you see I am not idle. My neighbour, below my 
villa, is Lady K. Shuttleworth * : above, Walter Con- 

^ The contemplated list of this series is reproduced at the end of 
the book. 

* Original drawing to Fortescue on receiving his gift of a writ- 
ing table when in Stratford Place several years before (see p. 
115 B). 

* Janet, only child and heiress of the late Robert Shuttleworth 
of Gawthorpe Hall, by Janet his wife, eldest daughter of Sir John 
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greve, of whom and of whose two boys I see a great deal. 
And yesterday his brother Richard, and a sister arrived. 
R. Congreve was, with Arthur Clough, Arnold's favour- 
ite pupil. He is a man of great ability, but 2l Comtist 
and I fancy an out and out republican, tho' I am not sure 
of this. Letters are my principal delight, for tho' I like 
flowers and a garden, I don't like working in it. 


hear to Fortescue. 

Villa Emily. San Remo. 

13 Sept. 1 87 1 

I'm pretty well again just now — ^but very much aged of 
late: internal accident tells as I grow older. Moreover 
I got unwell at Botzen — Bellzebubbotzenhofe, as I called 
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have only been restored to comparatively decent comfort 
since I came back here to my native 'ome and hair. The 
spring here was absolutely lovely, and my new house and 
garden very nice and amusing. But as my good old man 
Giorgio had to go home for August, and as I didn't care 
to educate another servant for sue weeks. ... I set off 
to Genoa. . . . and thence went straight to the Italian 
capital. ... I stayed at Frascati, with Duke and Duch- 
ess Sermoneta, and afterwards with Prince and Princess 
Teano (she Is Ld. Derby's cousin Ada Wilbraham, and 
about the handsomest woman I have seen for a long 
time), and saw no end of various people both in Rome 
and in a tour I made by Bologna and Padua all through 
the Belluno province. 

Two things are difficult to realise : — ^the immense prog- 
ress Italy has made — the Emilian and Naples provinces 
are actually metamorphosed — and secondly, the intense 
and ever increasing hatred of the people to the priest 
dass. Even I have more than once tried to moderate the 
horror expressed by Italians. " Surely," I said to some 
parties, — " you might make exceptions ; you should at 
least allow that numbers of priests are individually excel- 
lent men." " True " — said the most cautious and least 
violent of the persons in company — " true : but will you 
point out one of these men, even the most guiltless and 
good, who must not, if his bishop orders him to so do, 
preach war and bloodshed and hatred to his flock? " I 
could say nothing — ^knowing, as well as I do, how ear- 
nestly the P[apal] P[arty] hope for F[rance's] inter- 
vention. Anything to save their caste and power. The 
whole people too, barring the women, seem to have be- 
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sions. Why have any more Papal benedictions? Is 
commonly said, since everyone of those blessed by the 
Pope, — Maximilian, Nap 3, Isabella, Francis,* &c. &c 
have come to grief? I could tell you scores of anec- 
dotes of the gulfs of hatred between the classes — a 
feeling however that happily is only shown by the less 
educated — and, to the honour of Italians be it said — 
very rarely allowed to take the form of open injury or 
even Insult. . . . 

O you Landscape painter, I hear you say — 

swallow your damned inkstand, but don't go on writing 
politics. So I go on to say I went all about for six weeks, 
and then came back here, where at this moment I am in a 
very unsettled condition, as the oyster said when they 
poured melted butter all over his back. For I am expect- 
ing F. Lushington (Thames Police Court) here to make 
a little tour: and before that happens, I go over to 
Cannes — ^where Bellenden Kerr is dying — ^to see poor 
Mrs. K. And Giorgio being away, I am only working in 
my wilier, but eating and sleeping In a Notel. I stayed a 
few days too at San Romolo — above here — ^where my 
friend Congreve has built a cottage. Congreve is a vast 
blessing to me : he is a pupil of Arnold's, and brother of 
the (Orthodox) Vicar of Tooting, and to the (Unor- 
thodox) Apostle of Positivism, Dr. R. C.^ He himself 

* Maximilian, Emperor of Mexico, the younger brother of 
Francis Joseph I. accepted crown of Mexico in 1863, betrayed and 
shot there in May, 1867. 

Isabella II., ex-Queen of Spain, married her cousin Francisco 
de Assist, was expelled to France in 1868. 

Francis, husband of Isabella. 

^ See p. 116. 


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was Under Master of Rugby under Tait, and at one time 
gazetted as second master at Marlborough School, — but 
his wife's health failed, then his own, and then the eldest 
of his three sons; so he had to give up English life, and, 
coming here, first the son and then the wife died — cleav- 
ing him with two little boys. Then he re-married in two 
years, and now, only last October, the second wife has 
died. . • • With all that memory of suffering to bear up 
against, and much ill health besides — ^he is one of the 
most hardworking men for others I have met with, and 
whenever he dies it will be a dreary day for San Remo. 
You may suppose the comfort it is to me to have my 
next neighbour a scholar and such a man to boot as 
Walter Congreve. . . . 

Meanwhile, if you come here directly I can give you 
3 figs, and 2 bunches of grapes : but if later, I can only 
offer you 4 small potatoes, some olives, 5 tomatoes, and 
a lot of castor oil berries. These, if mashed up with some 
crickets who have spongetaneously come to life in my 
cellar, may make a novel, if not nice or nutritious Jam or 
Jelley. Talking of bosh, I have done another whole book 
of it: it is to be called *' MORE NONSENSE'* and 
Bush brings it out at Xmas : it will have a portrait of me 
outside. I should have liked to dedicate it to you, but 
I thought it was not dignified enough for a Cabinet M. 
so shall wait till my Riviera book comes out for that. 
Besides all this, (for that Riviera book also progresses) 
and besider and besider still, I go on at intervals with 
my Tennyson Illustration Landscapes — 112 in number. 
(Don't laugh!) not that I'm such a fool as to suppose 
that I can ever live to finish them, (seven more years at 
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wiser to create and go on with new objects of interest as 
the course of nature washes and sweeps the old ones 

Your Irish island seems in a pleasing state. Humph. 
. . . How is Mrs. Hy. Bruce? He don't seem popular 
anyhow ^ — tho' I don*t say that he is by that proved to 
be incapable. I may add, however, that a man who don't 
know you, wrote to me " the only one of all the Min- 
isters who has not got into some mess or other, and who 
does what he has to do quietly and well, is C. Fortescue." 
I could wish, however, that what you have to do were 
more to your taste; perhaps its not being so may do you 
good, my dear, — as was said to the little boy who 
wouldn't take physic quietly. . . . Give my kind remem- 
brances to My Lady. Mind, if ever you, either or both, 
come by here, (whenever this Ministry tumbles) and 
don't let me know, I will never speak to you again as 
sure as beetles is beetles. 

P.S. I've a Noffer to go with a Neldest son to the 
East for six months — tin cart blanche. Offer declined. 

P.P.S. I've made a lot of new riddles of late and am 
very proud of them. 

When may the Lanes and Roads have shed tears of 
sympathy? When the Street' Jw^p/. 

What letter confounds Comets and Cookery? 
G — for it turns Astronomy into Gastronomy. 

Why are beginners on a Pianoforte like parasites on 
the backs of deceased fishes? 

Because they are always running up and down their 
d d miserable scales. 

* Henry Bruce was at this time Home Secretary, he was created 
Lord Aberdare in 1873. 


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i ^. 1 '^ ^ As your last letter to 
/l^rr/0^l^>^^^M ^>^ me was a joint com- 

X *^ ^ position, I shall write a 

•r'V^ at once, just to wish you 
both a happy Xmas 
and New Year and many such. . . . 

I'm sorry to hear Lady Strachey is so unwell : I often 
think how nicely her little boy^ would repeat a poem 
I have lately made on the Yonghy Bonghy Bo. . . . 

1 wonder if you have both been edified by my " More 
Nonsense," which I find is enthusiastically received by 
the world in general. I was only away from San Remo 
a little while in October, going as far as Genoa with 
Frankling Lushington of Thames P[olice] Court, — ^who 
came to stay with me a bit. . . . 

My garden is a great delight, and looking beautiful. 
Mice are plentiful and so are green caterpillars; I think 
of experimenting on both these as objects of culinary 

Whether I shall come to England next year or knot 
is as yet idden in the mists of the fewcher. My elth is 
tolerable, but I am 60 next May, and feel growing old. 
Going up and downstairs worries me, and I think of mar- 
rying some domestic henbird and then of building a nest 
in one of my own olive trees, where I should only de- 
scend at remote intervals during the rest of my life. 
This is an orfle letter for stupidity, but there is no help 
for it. 

* Henry Strachey, the youngest son, an artist, is the writer of 
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To Fortescue 

Dec. sist 187 1 8 pjn. 
I have a long and very nice letter from you today — 
dated Xmas Day, on which day you will, I hope, before 
now have discovered that I was also writing to you — a 
simultaneous — sympathetic coincidence highly respecta- 
ble. . . . The party ^ you give me a list of is altogether 
hearty and Christmaslike, and that is better than if it 
were brilliant and less the genial qualities. I suppose 
there is not one woman in many thousand who amid all 
the fuss and bustle of rank and the world's going on, 
keeps so exactly the same as to kindheartedness as does 
Lady Waldegrave. Numbers who have grown into 
richer and higher positions than fall to the lot of their 
early belongings would gladly have them in the house or 
to do homage in public: but that tinsel is seen through 
very quickly: whereas it is as quickly discovered that My 
Lady hasn't any tinsel at all. • • • 

^ The usual Christmas family party. 

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As for your Ireland, I don't know what to say: you 
atn'f a comfortable people, no, you ain't. ... I am very 
glad you all like the " More Nonsense." I have written a 
ballad lately on the " Yonghy Bonghy Bo " which (and 
its music) make a furore here.^ I shall ask Bush if single 
ballads can be brought out, or two or three at a time. 
... It is queer (and you would say so if you saw me) 
that I am the man as is making some three or four thou- 
sand people laugh in England all at one time, — ^to say 
the least, for I hear 2,000 of the new Nonsense are sold. 

28. Feby. 1872. 

Yes you have had, have, and are having, and are 
still to have a beeeeeeeestly winter, and are much to be 
pitted. We ain't ad none at all: and I've never had a 
fire till the evening in my sitting-room — ^no, — ^not once. 
Can't you rush out at Easter, and stay for three or four 
days? You could come in three and go back in three. 
I could put you up beautifully and feed you decently, 
but I couldn't the Lady, having but one spair bedroom, 
and no feemel servants. I have got several large draw- 

^ Regarding this accomplishment of singing of Lear's, two litde 
anecdotes from other letters may not be inappropriate here. — 

" Miladi . . . once rose suddenly as I had been singing * Tears 
etc': and said as she left the room — ^*You are the only person 
whose singing could make me cry whether I would or not.' " 

** Poking up old memories, I come across one very characteristic 
of Milady's clever kindness: when I gave up singing, on account 
of my throat etc: she came once into the drawing-room at Straw- 
berry Hill just as a lot of people were bothering and bullying me 
to sing, and I wouldn't, and was losing my temper. When Lady 
W. heard what was the matter, she said — ^in her decided way: * It 
is a public calamity; but for all that you shall never be asked to 
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ing boards, which you could use as Boards of Trade, 
and if you are making Bills, you might put a lot in your 
trunk and finish them here quite quietly. There ain't a 
creature here you would know I think — Lord and Lady 
Derby are at Nice, and may come here bye and bye, — 
unless colonially you know Lady Grey who is Sir 
G. N[ew] Zealand Grey's ^ wife or widow. Didn't she 
marry someone else and keep her own name? I can't 
help fancying I have heard of her, tho' like Belshazzar's 
dream, don't know what about. 

A sister of Mrs. Henry Grenfell is here ^ — and one 
or two nice people besides, but we are all humdrum mid- 
dle class coves and covesses, and no swells. 

I have very kind letters from Northbrook, who is glad 
to have his children there: I am doing two pictures of 
the Pirrybids for him. Patronage ain't abundiant at San 
Remo, but I have a maggrifficent gallery, with ninety- 
nine water color drawings, not to speak of five larger 
oils, of the series illustrative of A. Tennyson's pomes: — 

1. The crag that fronts the evening, all along the shad- 
owed shore. 

2. Moonlight on still waters, between walls etc 

3. Tomohrit. 

4. The vast Acroceraunian walls. 

5. Creamy lines of curvy spray, 

none of these however are finished, though visible to the 
naked eye : nor do I intend to part with any of them. 

(In one is a big beech tree, at which all intelligent 
huming beans say — " Beech ! " — ^when they see it. For 

^ Sir George Grey, K.C.B., Governor of New Zealand for the 
second time in 1861-1867, was Premier of New Zealand frcMn 
1 877-1 884. He had unbounded influence with the Maoris. 

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all that one forlorn ijiot said — " Is that a Ptf/w-tree 
Sir? " — " No," replied I quietly, — " it is a Peruvian 

I live very quietly, and fancy my eye getting better 
now and then, but ain't sure. Sometimes I go to Church 
and sit under Mr. Fenton and hear all about the big fish 

as swallowed Jonah. A small walk daily — but this ain't 
a place for walks. If you come I'll show you the Infant 
school, and the Municipality, and a Lemon valley, and an 
oil press, and a Railway station, and a Sanctuary and 
several poodles — ^not to speak of my cat who has no end 
of a tail, because it has been cut off. 

My old servant Giorgio is much the regular old clock 
he has been for seventeen years : and is pleased by letters 
from two of his sons once a fortnight. My other domes- 
tics are a bandylegged gardener and Foss the Cat.^ Ask 
my lady to lock up the Board of Trade for ten days — 
and run hither. Only let me know if you are coming and 
the day. 

My dear old kind Dr. Lushington is gone, and half 
one's old friends. I must say that life becomes werry 
werry pongdomphious. 

^ The celebrated Foss who came into Lear's life about this time. 
His name was the middle syllable of a Greek word, and each kit- 
ten of this family represented the remaining ones, the combined 
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Goodbye O my board of trade 1 1 

Samuel ! ! ! O Parkinson ! ! 1 1 

Fortescue to Lear. 


May 17. 1872. 

1 have been a brute in not writing to you before; in- 
deed I believe Official and Parliamentary life is a brutal- 
izing process, — all the more so because your last letter 
(I am afraid to search my boxes to see its date) gave a 
poor account of your health. My lady and I have talked 
about you many a time, and wondered whether we should 
see you appear above our horizon this summer. . . . 

The most interesting event that has happened of late 
among our common friends was the departure of North- 
brook for India.^ The dinner given to him was a very 
brilliant one. On the day he started I breakfasted with 
him at 45, St. James' Place with H. Grenfell and two 
other old Christ Church friends.^ There is a deep melan- 
choly in him — ^but a strong sense of duty and a sincere 
feeling for his friends. ... 

We have been entertaining the King of the Belgians in 

Lear to Fortescue. 

26 May. 1872. 

Your letter was very welcome: I wonder how you 
ever find time for writing. I agree with you that Parlia- 
mentary and official life is more or less hardening, but 
you will bear a good lot of brutalizing before you become 
wholly unbearable. 

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Now, concerning my coming to England: at present I 
am on the point of believing that I shall leave here about 
the 15th or 20th of June, and arrive in London before 
the end of it. . . . 

But in coming to England, I quite renounce all going 
into the country. I will never again commence the in- 
effable worry of distant hurried journeys to country 
houses, at a serious expense, and to almost no purpose as 
to seeing the friends whom nominally I go to see. The 
conditions and positions of life of most of those I knew 
in earlier years are so altered, that although they, (hap- 
pily,) the friends themselves, are quite unaltered — ^no 
personal communication can now be had with them worth 
such sacrifices as must be made to obtain it. Nor must 
I overlook the fact that my invitations are all but in- 
numerable, and although A. B. and C. may say justly, 
we are surely more entitled to your time than D. E. and 
F. — ^yct D. E. and F. are just as desirous of visits, and 
so are all the alphabet. 

I have determined therefore that what I see of friends 
in this (most probably my last visit to England,) must 
be in London. How long I shall remain there I cannot 
as yet conjecture: all will depend on my decision as to 
India, for, as you do not mention it you perhaps have 
not heard that Northbrook with the utmost kindness 
wrote to me, offering to take me out with him, give me a 
year's sightseeing, and send me back free of expense. 

This offer has greatly unsettled me, (combined with 
another cause which occurred simultaneously,) and al- 
though I was obliged at once to decline moving so sud- 
denly, yet I have by no means decided on giving up the 
plan, all the more that N. renewed his offer and gives 
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as you know, to Cannes, to see Mr. T. Baring,^ and 
thither I went to meet him. We came over on the last 
day of his stay, to Nice and thence walked to Mentone 
where, poor dear fellow, he looked at every spot he had 
lived in with Lady N., and with his boy Arthur. Next 
day he embarked. The qualities with which you credit 
him are assuredly his characteristics: I have known no 
kinder or better man. Meanwhile Frank and Miss Bar- 
ing,^ his two children, go out to him in November, and 
both write, hoping that I shall go too. But with all my 
attachment to the whole lot, there is something antago- 
nistic to my nature to travelling as part of a suite; and 
indeed, though I am not in the strongest sense of the 
word Bohemian, I have just so much of that nature as it 
is perhaps impossible the artistic and poetic beast can be 
bom without. Always accustomed from a boy to go my 
own ways uncontrolled, I cannot help fearing that I 
should run rusty and sulky by reason of retinues and 
routines. This impression it is which keeps me turning 
over and over in what I please to call my mind what I 
had best do. Sometimes I think I will cut away to Bom- 
bay, with my old servant, and writing thence to North- 
brook, do parts of India as I can, and ask him to let me 
take out some money in drawings. On the other hand^ 
I hate the thought of being ungracious or wanting in 
friendliness. The Himalayas, Darjeeling, Delhi, Ceylon, 
etc, etc, are what I have always wished to see : but, all' 
opposto, here I have a new house, and to flee away from 

^ His uncle, who later left him half a million of money, 4, Ham- 
ilton Place, and its splendid treasures of pictures, furniture, and 

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It as soon as it is well finished seems a kind of giddiness 
which it rather humiliates me to think of practising. 

As for my health, though I was sixty on the I2th. inst., 
I am considerably better than I was a year back: and by 
carefully avoiding lifting weights or ruilning uphill, I 
may possibly bungle through eight or ten more years yet, 
— though I doubt. . . . 

Anyhow it is clear to me, and I daresay to you also, 
that totally unbroken application to poetical-topographi- 
cal painting and drawing is my universal panacea for the 
ills of life. You can however imagine that I live very 
comfortably in my villa, when I tell you that Lady 
Charles and Miss Percy — Mr. Baring and Count Strelet- 
sky,^ among others have lunched and dined with me: 
yet perhaps you are saying this proves nothing as they 
might have had a beastly lot of food and have been sick 
directly afterwards. . . . 

I wish you could have come out, though I couldn't 
have put up Milady too. Might you not work in the sale 
of olives as a matter fitting to the Board of Trade, and 
insist on a personal inspection of the trees of San Remo? 
But in truth I do not much suppose that we shall ever talk 
as of old, until we come to sit as cherubs on rails — ^if any 
rails there be, — in Paradise. 

* He was a well-known Pole in English society in Lear's rime 
— ^e had travelled much, and the joke was to mention any out-of- 
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AT the end of October Lear set out on the journey 
to India, but abandoned it halfway and returned to 
San Remo, writing on the 24th November: — 

I got as far as Suez, but the landscape painter does 
not purSuez eastern journey farther. . . . Neither you 
nor Lady Waldegrave will have any Indy-Ink or Indy- 
rubber brought by me from Indy as I promised, and a fit 
of Indy-gestion is all that remains to me of that Oriental 
bubble at present; — even that too I believe is less caused 
by my Indy-prodivities than by my having foolishly eaten 
a piece of apple pudding yesterday evening. 

I found much greater difficulty in getting on than I 
had expected; at that season, every hole and corner of 
the outward steamers is crammed, and although they fre- 
quently have a few berths as far as Malta or even Brin- 
disi, yet late comers to these places have prior rights, so 
that after waiting a week you find that at Suez the list is 
filled up. 

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singular chance of ill-luck, whereon I allowed all this 
(together with a small reminder that I had suffered by 
the blow on my head in the autumn and which pained me 
whenever I went into the sunshine, — my right eye too is 
slightly injured), to act as the last feather in a scale 
already pretty equally balanced, and sacrificing the ticket 
to Ceylon, I returned to Alexandria and Brindisi and San 
Remo — ^leaving the long Indian voyage unattempted after 
all, and probably now never to be made. 

Of course it is a bore to have given so much trouble 
to friends in writing letters, and to have lost so much 
time and money, not to speak of nearly £1000 of com- 
missions, but as Lady Young used to observe, " crying 
over spilt milk is nonsense," and with the few years of 
life now before me, I avoid lamenting as far as I can 
do so. 

To Lady Waldegrave. 

July 6. 1873. 
Horace Walpole is dead. He died at the end of April. 
By which I mean, that after reading his nine volumes of 
letter journals all the winter, I came to an end at last, and 
very sorry I was. There is nothing like a Diary of letters 
for showing the real nature of the writer, and assuredly 
I had a very erroneous idea of H. W's before I read 
those books. I am now reading T. Moore's diaries, 
with the utmost amusement, and am thanking Lord 
Russell ^ every day as is. T. Moore was a more loveable 
character than H. W. : but he wor not so wise, he worn't.. 

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Lord Lansdowne ^ must have been an A No. i man : I 
cannot but wonder when I think of the only two hours 
I ever saw much of him — ^when Lady Davy^ brought 
him up three pair of stairs to 27 Duke Street, Piccadilly, 
(over Fortnum and Mason's,) to look over my Cala- 
brian drawings 1 I I Lady D. was about the queerest 
person I have known — altogether, I think. 

I should tell you that after I read Horace Ws letters, 
I had Intended to write to you, but could not, for I fell 
ill, and was very ill indeed all the end of April. Eight 
or nine days in bed, and with a long and slow recovery. 
(This happened just after I wrote last to C.S.P.F. — 
whizz— on April 23rd.) I did not expect for two or 
three days that ever I should have got about again — nor, 
as I have always hated condolences, have I told much 
about the cause of my illness — sufficient as it is that I 
have, I am thankful to say, become far better in health 
than I have been for a year past. One thing however is 
certain: a sedentary life, after moWng about as I have 
done since I was twenty-four years old, will infallibly fin- 
ish me oS suddenly. And although I may be finished off 
equally suddingly if I move about, yet I incline to think 
a thorough change will affect me for better rather than 
for wusse. Whereby I shall go either to Sardinia, or 
India, or Jumsibojigglequack this next winter as ever is. 

Dear me I How I pity you all when I read of your 
beastly climate month after month 1 If you could only 

*Lord Lansdowne, the 3rd Marquis, succeeded Pitt as Chan- 
cellor of the Exchequer in the Grenville administration, twice 
declined the Premiership. He formed a great library, and a valu- 
able collection of pictures and statuary, and died 1863. 

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see the glorious blue and gold days one has here— day 
after day I also the phiggs as is ripe I also the perpetual 
quiet — (though that you would not like) and alas I that 
is going to cease too here — for Willers and all kinds of 
horrors are growing fast. If I can't get an unspoilable 
bit of land, I must add to this, and make some altera- 
tions, to prevent total destruction. 

I remain here till the end of Orgst at least. What's 
the odds so long as one's happy? 

My love to the Board of Trade. 

Fortescue to Lear. 

Chbwton Priory, 

Bath. Sept. 3. 1873 

. . . Lady Waldegrave Is not sure whether she regrets 
that " Horace Walpole is dead," as otherwise she would 
not be the possessor of Strawberry Hill. . . . 

No doubt you have followed our political and official 
changes.^ They have left me untouched. Gladstone 
offered me the Ld. Lieutenancy of Essex, but that is a 
different matter. Bruce's career Is curious. After being 
nearly five years Home Secretary, and violently (some- 
times cruelly) abused, he now finds himself in one of the 
most dignified positions a subject can fill. He writes to 
me thus : ** After duly weighing the pros and cons, I must 
admit that the changes in my fortunes are welcome." . • • 

^ Disagreements between the ministers were rife when the 
House was prorogued; and several changes were made. Mr. 
Lowe was transferred from the Treasury to the Home Office. 
Mr. Gladstone thus becoming Chancellor of the Exchequer and 
Premier. Mr. Bright re-entered the Cabinet as Chancellor of the 
Duchy of Lancaster, and Mr. Bruce received a Peerage and as 
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How worthily Northbrook is filling his great place.^ 
I hear the best accounts of him. 

Lear to Fortescue. 

Villa Emily. Sanrbmo. 

la Septbr. 1873. 

On returning home last night from a vexatious journey 
to Genoa and back, I found your nice letter of the 3d; a 
letter of yours, (though as I have often said I never ex- 
pect you to write,) is always a Nepok in my life: albeit 
I have of late seen loads of your handwriting, having 
had to overhaul and mostly destroy three large chestfuls 
or chestsfuU of Letters. — ^A dreary task, yet one that 
has its good as well as its gloomy side. At the end of 
my task, I came to two positive conclusions: — ist. Owing 
to the number and variety of my correspondents, that 
every created human being capable of writing ever since 
the invention of letters must have written to me, with a 
few exceptions perhaps, such as the prophet Ezekiel, 
Mary Queen of Scots, and the Venerable Bede. 2ndly. 
That either all my friends must be fools or mad; or, on 
the contrary, if they are not so, there must be more good 
qualities about this child than he ever gives or has given 
himself credit for possessing— else so vast and long con- 
tinued a mass of kindness In all sorts of shapes could 
never have happened to him. Seriously It is one of the 
greatest puzzles to me, who am sure I am one of the most 

^Lord Northbrook, Governor-General of India 1 872-1 876, 
through his indefatigable industry and prudence, commanded gen- 
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selfish and cantankerous brutes ever born, that heaps and 
heaps of letters — and these letters only the visible signs 
of endless acts of kindness, from such varieties of per- 
sons could have ever been 


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written to mel Out of 
all I kept some specimens 
of each writer more or 
less interesting — four 
Knight hundred and forty-four 

Lushington individuals in all, and oujk 
Morier of these I name forty at 

Nevill a venture, as those who 

Penrhyn have done me most good. 

Percy But such are the queer 

Reid conditions of life, that 

Robinson I hardly ever see, or 

Scrivens expect to see, most of all 

Simeon these, if any: whereon I 

Stanley pass to another Toppick. 

Tennyson I cannot help thinking 

Waldegrave that my life, letters and 
Wentworth diaries would be as in- 
Widdrington teresting ... as many 
Williams that are now published: 

Wyatt and I half think I will 

leave all those papers to 
you, with a short record 
of the principal data of my ridiculous life, which how- 
ever has been a hardworking one, and also one that has 
given much of various sorts of stuff to others, though the 
liver has often had a sad time of it. . . . 

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appointed in a sense that you are still where you are — 
but, per contra, that proves that you do what you do 
thoroughly well which nobody seems to allow that most 
others of the ministry do. I had settled that K.[imber- 
ley] ^ was to go as L[or]d L[ieutenan]t of Ireland, and 
you to the Colonies. As for the L[or]d L[ieutenanc]y of 
Essex, I don't greatly care for it, and it seems to me only 
a compliment from G[ladstone]. You ain*t by nature 
connected with Essex, as most Lds. Lt. are with their 
counties ; so it seems to me boshy, but perhaps I am mis- 

H[enr]y Bruce's career is as you say, very singular: 
I am glad of his new position,' liking him as I do; and 
also from feeling that he has often been brutally censured 
and attacked when' doing his best — for I have always 
thought the Home Sec[retar]y by far the most worrying 
and difficult place to iill. • • • 

I had made a will, leaving this villa and land to my 
grandniece Emily Gillies^: but I am going to make a new 
will, though keeping in substance to what I had before ar- 
ranged. And this for two reasons; ist. the New Zealand 
lot are becoming — or rather have become — ^wealthy and 
full of fat like Jeshurun: and would never come to this 
part of Europe. 2ndly. I have worked so hard of late 
and have such a mass of finished work that after my death 

^ Earl of Kimbcrley, Irish Viceroy 1 864-1 866, Lord Privy Seal 
1 868-1 870, Colonial Secretary 1 870-1 874 and 1 880-1 882, Lord 
President of the Council 1 892-1 894, and then Foreign Secretary. 

^ Lady Waldegrave owned the Navestock Estate in Essex, con- 
sequendy Fortescue was made Lord Lieutenant by the Liberal 

• Sec p. 133. 

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It would certainly fetch above £1500—1.^. the value of 
the house and land when I came here. I had previously 
arranged for the house and all my sketches too to be sold, 
but now I hope to keep all my sketches to divide amongst 
old friends — (you one, ) 2ndly, to raise tin enough for 
my grandniece (as above stated,) and other legacies; and 
3rdly to be able to leave the house to one of my god- 
children. . . . 

Of the Tennyson illustrations, there are five, all so 
nearly finished as to want little in addition. 

1. The crag that fronts the evening, all along the 

shadowed shore. 

2. To watch the crisping ripples on the beach, with 

tender curving lines of creamy spray. 

3. Mount Tomohr. (See toE. L. on his travels in 

Greece).^ This is a large picture and would 
fetch £500 at least I think. 

4. The vast Acroceraunian walls — same poem. 

5. Moonlight on still waters between walls of gleam- 

ing granite in a shadowy pass. 

And then there are also a large "Athos" and "my 
tall dark pines " begun. . . . 

This place has changed wonderfully since I came: 
the two properties next me more particularly. The 
Shuttleworths below me is all let to Germans for six 
years, a Hotel and Pension: and the ground is all be- 
spattered with horrid Germen, Gerwomen, and Ger- 
children. Then, above me, the poor Congreve villa is 
still more changed, and I seldom now see him whom I had 
found so delightful a companion. Nor do I see much 

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more of his two nice boys, as they are brought up to 
manage all the country life affairs of the property — ^look- 
ing after the wine — horses— etc etc. . . . 

As for the Sanremesi, they are laudable and admirable 
In this respect only — that they let you alone, unless they 
can make anything out of you : and as they can't of me, 
they accordingly do leave me alone, and I therefore ad- 
mire them. The place is divided into two parties — sta- 
tionary — and progressive : the last lay themselves out to 
sell land, houses, milk, wood — che so io everything to 
the " Forestieri *' and all are courteous and civil, but 
there Is not the faintest sign or shadow of anybody's 
caring one farthing for us in reality. Nor am I speak- 
ing as an Englishman: for I have heard Italian officers, 
who had been quartered in all parts of Italy, and who 
themselves were from all parts, agreeing perfectly as 
to the character of the whole of the Riviera Genoese. 
" They open their hands to get money, but never to spend 
it." Two words are not in their Dictionary — Generosita, 
and Ospitalita." Any of these officers speak with com- 
pletely different tone of all other parts of Italy (as prov- 
inces etc) and this difference is also proved by my own 
writings of Calabria and the AbruzzI; and it Is notorious 
here, that though there are very many rich persons — all 
live in the strictest and niggardliest way, and regard what 
we all (and what most Italians do also,) consider as com- 
mon courtesies — refreshments— dinners— or what not — 
with contempt and disgust. " Nella Riviera, Economia 
vuol dire Avarizia." ^ I have often heard it said. You 
may thus judge that I get very little out of San Remo 
by way of society. . . . 

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Do you believe in the Claimant? ^ I do. And the 
indecent bullying of the lawyers makes one loathe the 
race. Why am I to believe that A. B. and C. swear truth, 
and that D. E. and F. are perjured? If you ask me what 
year I was in Ireland with you — 1857 or 1858 — I cannot 
tell: nor whether I went to Inverary in 1841 or 1846: 
nor to Sicily the first time in 1840 or 1841. And how 
are old people to be expected to recollect infinite dates? 
The remarks of the Bench are to me a positive disgrace, 
all showing a foregone conclusion. (Bye the bye, I can*t 
remember if it were you, or Northbrook who wrote to 
me, " there is certainly a great likeness to A. Seymour 
about the Claimant.") . I fear a great many not only be- 
lieve, but know that he is the real Sir R[oger] who swear 
the contrary: and one of the points to be remarked is 
that if he only is judged to be a perjurer — such a mauvais 
jfi;V/, albeit a R[oman] C[atholic] would reflect little dis- 
credit on Holy R[oman] Church. But if the contrary, 
some of the first R. C. families lose caste, and the wound 
to the Holy Mother would be orrid, and worth swearing 
black is white to avoid; since absolutions are attainable 
if you sin for the sake of " religion." . . . 

Now do you call this a long letter? or don*t you? I 
shall stick double postage on it, and fill up the rest with 
some parodies I have been obliged to make, whereby to 
recall the Tennyson lines of my illustrations: beginning 
with these mysterious and beautiful verses, 

* The Tichbome trial, Thomas Castro, alias Arthur Orton of 
Wapping, claiming to be an elder brother of Sir Alfred Joseph 
Tichbome (d. 1866). His case having collapsed in 1872, he was 
committed for perjury and sentenced to fourteen years* hard 
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I. Like the Wag who jumps at evening 
All along the sanded floor. 

0. To watch the tipsy cripples on the beach» 
Widi topsy turvy signs of screamy play. 

3. Tom-Moory Pathos; — all things bare, — 

With such a turkey 1 such a hen! 
And scrambling forms of distant men, 
O! — ain't you glad you were not there I 

4. Delirious Bulldogs;— echoing, calls 

My daughter, — green as summer grass: — 
The long supine Plebeian ass. 
The nasty crockery boring falls ; — 

5. Spoonmeat at Bill Porter's in the Hall, 
With green pomegranates, and no end of Bass. 

I hear you say — " you dreadful old ass I " but then my 
dear child, if your friend is the Author of the book of 
Nonsense, what can you expect? On the other side I 
send a ridiculous effusion, which In some quarters de- 
lighteth— on the Ahkond of Swat; — of whom one has 
read in the papers, and some one wrote to me to ask, 
" who or what is he *' — ^to which I sent this reply. . . . 


I. Why, or when, or which, or what 

Or who, or where, is the Ahkond of Swat, — oh WHAT 

Is the Ahkond of Swat? 

2. Is he tall or short, or dark or fair? 

Does he sit on a throne, or a sofa, or chair,— or SQUAT? 

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Is he wise or foolish, young or old? 
Does he drink his soup or his coffee cold— or HOTf 

TheAhkondof SwatI 

4. And when riding abroad does he gallop or walk,— or TROTf 
Does he sing or whistle, jabber or talk, 

TheAhkondof SwatI 

Does he wear a Turban, a Fez, or a Hat, 
Does he sleep on a Mattrass, a bed, or a mat, — or a COTf 

The Ahkond of SwatI 

6. When he writes a copy in roundhand size 

Does he cross his T's and finish his Fs — with a DOT? 

TheAhkondof SwatI 

Can he write a letter concisely clear, 
Without splutter or speck or smudge or spear, — or BLOTf 

TheAhkondof SwatI 

8. Do his people like him extremely well, 

Or do they whenever they can, rebel, — or PLOTf 

At the Ahkond of SwatI 

9. If he catches them then, both old and young, 

Does he have them chopped in bits, or hung, — or SHOT? 

TheAhkondof SwatI 

10. Do his people prig in the lanes and park. 

Or even at times when days arc dark— GAROTTEf 

O Ahkond of SwatI 

II. Does he study the wants of his own dominion 
Or doesn't he care for public opinion — a JOTf 

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12. At night, if he suddenly screams and wakes, 

Do they bring him only a few small cakes, — or a LOTf 

For the Ahkond of Swat! 

13. Does he live upon Turnips, tea, or tripe? [SPOTt 

Does he like his shawls to be marked with a stripe, or a 

The Ahkond of Swat I 

14. To amuse his mind, do his people shew him 

Jugglers, or anyone's last new poem— or WHAT? 

The Ahkond of Swat 1 

15. Does he like to lie on his back in a boat, 

Like the Lady who lived in that Isle remote, — SHALOTTt 

The Ahkond of Swat 1 

16. Is he quiet, or always making a fuss? 

Is his steward a Swiss, or French, or a Russ, — or a SCOTt 

The Ahkond of Swat 1 

17. Does he like to sit by the calm blue wave? 

Or sleep and snore in a dark green cave,— or a GROTt 

The Ahkond of Swat 1 

18. Does he drink small beer from a silver jug? 

Or a bowl or a glass or a cup or a mug, — or a POTf 

The Ahkond of Swat I 

19. Does he beat his wife with a gold-topped pipe, 

When she lets the gooseberries grow too ripe, — or ROTf 

The Ahkond of Swat! 

20. Does he wear a white tie when he dines with friends 
And tie it neat in a bow with ends, — or a KNOT? 

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21. Does he like ne^ cream? Does he hate veal pies? 

When he looks at the sun does he wink his eyes? — or NOTf 

TheAhkondof Swat! 

22. Does he teach his subjects to toast and bake? — 

Does he sail about in an Inland Lake, in a YACHTf 

TheAhkondof Swat 1 

23. Does nobody know, or will no one declare 

Who or which or why or where, — or WHAT 

Is the Ahkond of Swat? 

The effective way to read the Ahkond of Swat is to 
go quickly through the two verse lines, and then make 
a loud and positive long stretch on the monosyllable — 
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TOWARDS the end of 1873 the long-projected visit 
to India was undertaken; a visit that lasted over 
a year and in the course of which Lear saw an immense 
variety of people and scene, and put in a vast amount of 
topographical work. He seems to have written very few 
letters, and some of these have been omitted as they are 
practically only a record of places visited and possess 
little interest. 

Lear to Fortescue. 

Grand Hotbl di Gbnova. Gbnova. 

15. October, 1873. 

I wrote you a long letter from San Remo on Septem- 
ber 18, but at that time I do not think I had finally de- 
cided on India. 

I consider that to go to India for eighteen months 
would be really my best course, as a change of scene may 
do me good, and besides, living as I do from hand to 
mouth by my art, I dare not throw away the many com- 
missions for paintings and drawings I already have for 
Indian subjects. 

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sealed and screwed up all the Villa Emily: and doddled 
about the Portofino coast some time. . . . And Giorgio 
comes back here on the 2 2d. And on the 24th I and 
he are off in the Rubattino & Co. Steamer the India for 
Bombay, where I trust to arrive on November 16 or 17, 
and then to go straight to the N[orthbrook]s at Agra. 
I have the kindest letters from them. 

Lear to Lady JFaldegrave. 

Grand Hotel di Gbnova. Genova. 

25. October. 1873- 

I . . . write now to tell you of a sort of discovery I 
fancy I have made here, of some portraits which may be 
interesting to you. One is a really good portrait of 
George III when young, and another of his brother, I 
think the Diike of Cumberland, of whom Horace Wal- 
pole writes that he died at Monaco, near Nice. Now at 
that time the Grimaldi were reigning princes there, and 
these portraits came, together with some of the Grimaldi 
family, out of the house of a former British Consul, Sir 
Somebody Bagshawe. 

The Landlord .of this Hotel, Signor Luigi Bonera 
bought the two I first mentioned, and that of George 
III is a really good well-painted picture : the Cumberland 
Duke*s not quite so well painted. 

There are also others — one of George II, and one of 
George I, and of another Royalty, perhaps Prince Fred- 
erick or Duke of Gloucester ^ who married Lady Walde- 
grave. I thought I would tell you these fax, leastways 

* Prince Frederick, or Prince William Henry, Duke of Glouces- 
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as you might tell anybody else if so be you didn't care for 
them yourself. My ship didn't go yesterday as it oughted 

— ^but goes tonight — straight to Naples — ^where I pick 
up old George Suliot. 

I am glad the Ahkond of Swat is liked. Goodbye. 
My love to everybody. 


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P.S. The two Guelph portraits here were bought for 
six pounds each by the landlord! I should think the 
whole lot wouldn't cost much. 

To Fortescue. 

Darjbbung Bengal. 

24/^. Jan. 1874. 

Writing long letters in India is simply an impossibility, 
if you are sight seeing, and moving about to places hun- 
dreds of miles off. So all I can do is to send scraps of 
intelligence to friends, and wait for days of more leisure. 
I had a rather uncomfortable and long voyage out to 
Bombay, getting there November 23 rd, and by Decem- 
ber 1st, joined the Viceregal party at Lucknow. It is 
needless to say I met with every possible kindness from 
all there. It was horrid cold, and I have never dared 
count my toes since, being sure I left some behind. Then 
I saw all Cawnpore, and Benares — (which delighted 
me) , and then I went to Dinapore — to try to get sketches 
for Chichester's painting and drawing. But Johnny 
Hamilton,^ I cannot help thinking, must have died at 
Bankipore^ as Dinapore Is simply a Military station. 
Howbcit I got drawings of the country quite character- 
istic of either place, and as I had a godson's brother 
established there I was well off comparatively — ^my own 
old servant Giorgio being always invaluable as a con- 
stant help in all sorts of ways. 

Then I passed three weeks at Calcutta at Government 
House, but, as you and C. may imagine, the life was by 
no means to my taste, seeing I can't bear lights nor late 
hours, nor sublimities. Of course Lord N. and E. Baring 

* Nephew of Carlingford — son of his eldest sister Mrs. Hamil- 
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and all the rest were a pleasure — ^but I was not sorry to 
come away, and never wish to see Calcutta again. Be- 
sides this I was greatly saddened by the news of my dear 
and oldest friend's death, W. Nevill, and also of the last 
illness of my dear sister Sarah in New Zealand ^: (when 
my nephew wrote she was still living but fast sinking — 
aet. 8 1.) Add to these matters a bad accident from a 
sketching stool breaking down under me — and you will 
say I had not cause to be too lively. I came up here — (a 
nodious and tedious journey of 7 days) — on the i6th? 
and have been fortunate in getting outlines of the im- 
mense Himalayan Mountains, Kinchinjunga, which I am 
to paint for the Viceroy — (it was his late uncle's com- 
mission, but he takes it up), and for Aberdare, and 2 
more. The foregrounds of ferns are truly bunderful — 
only there are no apes and no parrots and no nothing 
alive, which vexes me. I am able to walk well, but can- 
not ride, and am still obliged to be helped off the ground 
by old George. What I should have done here without 
the good Suliot I can't imagine. I am now going to make 
for Allahabad, by the 5th February, and then to see Agra 
and Delhi etc., before it gets 'ot; but whether I go up to 
Simla, or down to Bombay straight, or by Rajpoontana, 
I cannot as yet decide. Have you Dr. Hooker's book on 
this part of India, "Himalayan journals"? He de- 
scribes the scenery admirably. 

* Sarah Street, whose many descendants in the name of Gillies 
now live at Parnell, Aucland, New Zealand, including Sophie 
Street of the first volume, who recovered and became quite as 
wonderful a woman as her mothcr-in-law, and a far sweeter one. 
She is still the life and soul of the place, and beloved by young 
and old (see p. 154, vol. i.). 


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I hope you are well, and wish both you and C.S.P.F. 
a happy New Year. My love to him. 

Please write some day, and reply to me always, 
care of Captain E. Baring, R.A. 
Government House, 
as he always knows where to find me. 

Simla. 24. April. 1874. 
1 Chichester, my Carlingf ord 1 
O ! Parkinson, my Sam I 
O! SVQ, my Fortescue! 

How awful glad I ami 

For now you'll do no more hard work 
Because by sudden pleasing-jerk 

You're all at once a peer, — 
Whereby I cry, God bless the Queen! 
As was, and is, and still has been. 

Yours ever, Edward Lear. 

My dear " Carlingford," * — ^Your letter came last 
night up from Calcutta, and greatly pleased me; for I 
had been worrying about you since those Louthsome 
brutes turned you out. I quite think you have done the 
right thing in not trying another constituency: Oxford, 
however flattering, would have entailed no end of work, 
and you are not of iron, (as I really think Northbrook 
is, and had need be.) 

* Chichester Fortescue, who had been President of the Board 
of Trade from 1870, was created ist Baron Carlingf ord in 1874. 
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I am sorry I can't write much now, but I had an en- 
vellope already written for you, and hope to fill it up 
later. I am going now into the " town " to order coolies 
for a tour to-morrow to Narkunda, where are the great 
Deodaras, four days from here, trusting to be back here 
on the 4th. of May, and to start for Bombay and Poonah 
on the 6th. I hope I may live through the blazing hot 
journey and get to Bombay before the 12th, when my 
sixty-tooth year ends, and I shall be " going on 63." 
Since I wrote from Darjeeling to My Lady, I have been 
all up the Ganges to Allahabad, then to Agra, Gwalior, 
Bhurtpoor, Muttra, Brindabund, and Delhi, where I 
stayed ten days a making Delhineations of the Dehlicate 
architecture as is all impressed on my mind as in Dehlibly 
as the Dehliterious quality of the water of that city. Then 
I went up to Saharanpore and Mussoorie, and Dehra, 
and Roorkee, and the great Ganges Canal to Hurdwur, 
where there is a Nindoo festival on the first week in 
April, whereat on jubilee years three millions of pilgrims 
are found. (There are but 200,000 this year — quite 
enough.) All these devout and dirty people carry out 
their theory of attendance on Public Wash-up on a great 
scale, — by flumping simultaneous into the Holy Gunga 
at sunrise on April 1 1 — squash. Next I came up here, 
where N[orthbrook] has most kindly lent me a house and 
servants all for myself and old George. I hate being 
such a swell, but what is one among so many? whereas 
you and Hy. Bruce and N. are all piers of the Rem, and 
I am still a dirty Lampskipper. . . . My kindest re- 
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My dear Fortescue, — ^At present I have come (very 
unwillingly,) to an anchor for a period unknown — be- 
cause all the world says it is impossible to travel in the 
'* Rains." 

Yesterday I got some tin cases made, and soldered up 
no less than 560 drawings, large and small besides 9 
small sketchbooks and 4 of journals. • • . 

My impression of all I have seen N. and E. of the 
Ganges and Jumna is that the most delectable portion of 
the Landscape is that combining old Indian Temples and 
rivers. Nevertheless my 500 drawings in Bengal, N. W. 
Provinces, and Punjaub, form a vastly interesting mass 
of work and express Indian Landscape in those parts of 
the huge Empire — I think — as widely and fairly as a 6 
months tour could well be expected to compass. . • . 

I am going about my work with a method, and anyhow 
you and Milady will allow I am a very energetic and frisky 
old cove — (I was 62 last May 12,) for my age. . . . 

In travelling in India, you have three modes open to 
you — Dawk Bungalows — Hotels — and Private Hos- 
pitality. The first is what I by far prefer. . . . The 
second mode of travel. Hotel halts is In 19 cases out of 
20 odious and irritating, indeed I can only name 3 or 4 
good Hotels as yet visited, out of dozens. . . . Thirdly 
you may have letters to people at stations, and if so, 
you will in almost all cases be received with the greatest 
kindness. Yet you cannot be master of your time in a 
private house as you are in a D. Bungalow. You cer- 
tainly may say to the Lady of the house, " Maam, I want 
tea at 5 — a cold luncheon and wine to take out with me, 
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and shan't speak to you." But such a proceeding is re- 
pugnant to my way of thinking — and the result of my 
experience is that you catCt do as you like in other peo- 
ple's dwellings. . . . 

Travelling in India is, as I dare say you know, very 
expensive — mainly on account of the inmiense distances 
you have to get over, and the necessity of moving with 
no end of luggage. But Northbrook with his usual kind- 
ness supplies me with tin, advancing what I want on acct. 
of his own and the late Mr. T. Baring's commissions. 
Otherwise I must have asked you and others to keep me 
afloat — ^but there is no occasion for this at all. . . . 

All the Bombay world rushes here at this season, when 
Bombay itself becomes mouldy and wet, and Mahabulesh- 
war and Matheran are uninhabitable. (Matheran by the 
bye, has most probably been the original Eden — I don't 
mean the first Lord Auckland, — but Paradise — at least the 
scriptural scantiness of the apparel worn by the natives 
seems to point to Adam and Eve as its originators.) 

It might be well that you should make some public 
suggestion that so economical and picturesque an apparel 
may be brought into general use in 
England. To assist you in so 
praiseworthy a departure from 
modem habits, I add 2 portraits, to 
which you can refer ad lib. . . . 
' But to return to Poonah and 
I platitudes and plateau. The Gov- 
ernor Sir P. Wodehouse, is a very 
amiable and kind gentleman, (he 
recollected having met me at Lady 
Wilmot Horton*s 500 years ago), but I see the Bombay 
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the Bombay Riots — ^paragraphs which may have weight 
where it is not so well known as in the Presidency that the 
Editors of Bombay papers are mostly Parsees. It may 
however very well be that Sir P. W. has not the tact and 
strong will of our friend N. whose statesmanlike qualities 
seem acknowledged as much bythose who differ from him 
in opinion as by his friends. He writes to me from Cal- 
cutta that he is quite well and so does Evelyn Baring. 

While I write Lee Warner the Governor's Secretary 
has come, and I am to go out to breakfast at Sir Philip's 
to-morrow. His staff seems a nice lot — Col. Deane 
(Mil. Sec.) who married a Miss Boscawen sister of 
Mrs. Lewis Bagot; Captain Fawkes — ^grandnephew of 
my oldest friend Mrs. Wentworth and grandson of Tur- 
ner Walter Fawkes of Farnley — ^with one Captn. Jer- 
voise, whose father I knew ages ago. Lady Howard de 
Walden cum a son and daughter were staying with them 
when I was at Mahabuleshwar. 

Lear returned home rather suddenly, without his old 
servant George, who had had to go to Corfu in conse- 
quence of his wife's death. He (Lear) found his villa in 
the utmost confusion, for during the winter burglars had 
taken advantage of his absence to ransack the place. He 
writes in great depression on the 28th of March, 1875. 

Villa Emily. San Remo. 

Yes, I did return from India some two months sooner 
than I had intended. George had got quite strong again, 
but I hurt myself in getting into a boat in Travancore, 
and lumbago followed the sprain so disagreeably and 
persistently, that I could not stoop or bear any sudden 
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and Goa without landing and had even to give up Ele- 
phanta, and come straight off from Bombay on January 
12, arriving, — a wonderfully fine passage, — at Brindisi 
on the 27th 1 It is very provoking not to have seen twen- 
ty-five or twenty-six things I particularly desired to visit, 
yet even had I been well I could not have done all those 
before April, and so if they are to be done at all with 
a view to a perfect collection of Indian scenery, I should 
have to go out again, say at the end of 1876, but of that 
matter there is plenty of time to think. . . . 

I did not enjoy Ceylon: the climate is damp which I 
hate: it is always more or less wet, and though the vege- 
tation is lovely, yet it is not more so than that of Mal- 
abar, where the general scenery is finer. Ceylon makes 
people who arrive there from England, scream ; but then I 
didn't come from England, and so was not astonished at 
all, nor did I find any interest in the place as compared with 
India. Governor Gregory^ was very kind, but owing to 
George's dreadful illness ^ I had to be mostly — at times 
wholly — attending on that poor fellow. One of the per- 
sons I liked most was Birch,* formerly your private secre- 
tary: it was pleasant to hear how he spoke of you. . . . 

After Poonah, the memories of which are among the 
most beautiful and interesting I have, I went to Hydera- 
bad in the Deccan, taken by my old friend, H.E.P. Le 
Mesurier, — one of the same party in the Indus (1854) 

* Rt Hon. Sir William Henry Gregory, K.C.M.G., Governor 
of Ceylon from 1872-1877. He had been M.P. for Dublin City 
from 1842-1846, and for co. Galway from 1857-1872. 

* Dysentery. 

•Sir Arthur Birch, C.M.G. 1876, K.C.M.G. 1886, Private 
Secretary to Colonial Under Secretary (Fortcscue) 1 859-1 864, 
Licut.-Govcmor of Penang 1871-1872, Licut-Govcmor of Cey- 
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with Johnny Hamilton,* — and oddly enough I came with 
him as far as Brindisi, nay Bologna— on my return to 
Europe in January last. Hyderabad and the Nizam 
were of great interest, and the scenery singularly novel. 
Next I went to Bellary intending to see Anagoonda, the 
grandest of all Hindoo ruins, but the rains prevented 
me, whereon I went to Bangalore, meaning to visit My- 
sore thence, Coorg, and the Malabar coast. 

Perpetual rain however stopped that plan, and I 
harked back to Madras, where I saw the delightful Ma- 
habalipuran temples, and later those of Conjeveram. 
And returning a second time to Bangalore, I was again 
forced to a change of tour by the same cause, — ^and thus 
I came down again and saw Trichinopoly and Tanjore, 
and I may truly say that whoever visits India without 
seeing these wonderful places, cannot judge of the coun- 
try from some very important standpoints, since nothing 
in Northern India at all resembles the Southern build- 
ings — Madura, Rameshwar, Tirupetty and one more 
great temple, were alas 1 left unvisited, and go to form a 
miserable heap of repentance along with Anagoonda, 
Beejapore, Naguit, Ellora, Aboo etc, etc (Have you 
ever read Tara, a novel by Meadows Taylor? That de- 
lightful book gives a perfect idea of Deccan and Mah- 
ratta people and places.) On going a third time to Ban- 
galore, broken bridges, Tanx, and banx, obliged me to 
give up my Mysore aspirations altogether, and as it 
has turned out — finally: and I went up, after coming 
down to the plains, to Coonoor and Ostaramund in the 
Neilgherries. The scenery of them *ere *ills is very 

* John Hamilton, a nephew of Lord Carlingford, son of his eld- 
est sister; he was in the thick of the Indian Mutiny, and died on 
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grand, i.e. on the edges: but the centre is like a bad sham 
Cumberland, and I loathed the fogs and cold. My next 
step was to the Malabar coast, which greatly delighted 
me, as till I saw that part of the world I had no dear idea 
of tropical vegetation. It was hot though 1 But I got 
some capital remembrances of the grahd river scenery. 
Then by sea I went along the Coast to Colombo, and to 
Galle to see Lord N[orthbrook]'s two children; and to 
Ratnapoora, where a son of my dear old friend W. 
Nevill is the magistrate; but after that, and while at 
Kandy, poor George's dysentery made everything else a 
blank, and when he grew better, an event little to be ex- 
pected at one time, I got him away on December 12, the 
very day — ^but happily unknown to him, when his poor 
wife died at Corfu. As soon as George got quite well 
again, I set out for Travancore and Madura, intend- 
ing to work my way up by degrees to Anagoonda and 
Beijapore; but as I wrote before, I sprained my back, 
and had to return to Bombay on January 3rd. 1875, and 
so much for my Indian history. 

"Shadows of three dead men " ^ — (I have had the 

* • • . Have you seen or heard of Tennyson's lines on poor 
dear John Simeon, " In the garden at Swainston," in one of the 
Htde volumes of his new edition ? 

" Shadows of three dead men 
Walked in the walks with me, 
Shadows of three dead men, 
And thou wast one of the three . . . 

Three dead men have I loved, 
And thou wast one of the three." 

One of the three must be Arthur Hallam, but who was the 
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lines a very long time but was requested not to commu- 
nicate them, tho' it seems they are known now) — refer 
to 1st. A. Hallam, 2d. Harry Lushington (my friend 
Franklin L[ushington]'s brother,) and John Simeon. 

How do you like being a Peer? Do you wear a 
crownet on your 'ed? . . . 

Did you ever hear of a Colonel Pattle, I fancy Lady 
Somer's brother or cousin. Indian life is full of stories 
of his exaggerations, and they call him Joot Singh — 
the King of Liars. Someone at a dinner was saying 
that on coming from America the ship's company saw 
a man on a hencoop, floating; and putting off a boat 
offered to take the individual in. " No," said he, " I 
am simply crossing the Atlantic by way of experiment, 
and all I would ask is a box of lucifer matches, mine 
having got wet." Everyone yelled at this American's 
story, and said what a fibl But Colonel Pattle wax- 
ing angry — said: "It is no fib — ^but truth: I was the 
man on the hencoop." . . . And . . . when someone 
said Pease couldn't be grown at such a part of India — 
" On the contrary — I grew Pease of such size and ro- 
bustness that a whole herd of the Government elephants 
which were lost for three weeks — were found concealed 
in my Peas 1 " . . . 

P.S. There is so much vegetable luxuriance in Cey- 
lon, that even the marrow in peoples' bones is Vege- 
table marrow. Myl 

You cannot do better than have a drawing of Kin- 
chinjunga, but as only 6 of my 36 subjects are as yet 
chosen, or at most 7 — you shall choose from the bill of 
fare — and as I shall bring over nearly all in a very 
unfinished state you can select which you like best, and 
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1. Marble rocks. Nerbudda Jubbulpore. 

2. Ditto. Different view. Finished. 

3. Benares. Lord Aberdare. 

4. Benares. Bernard Husey-Hunt, Esq. 

5. Benares. Finished. 

6. Village scenery, Calcutta. 

7. Kinchinjunga. Bernard Husey-Hunt, Esq. 

8. Kinchinjunga. 

9. Kinchinjunga. Lord Carllingford. 

10. Descent from Darjeelingplains. 

11. Taj. Agra. 

12. Fort. Agra. 

13. Gwalior. 

14. Brindaband. 

15. Togluckabad — Delhi. 

16. Bamboos and Himalaya. 

17. Hurdwar ( — perhaps for 

Colonel Greathed, R.E.) 

18. Himalaya — Simla. 

19. Himalaya, Simla, from Sir 

C. Napier's house. Lady 

20. Himalaya — near Nar- 


21. Matheran. (cum scantily 

doathed women.) 

22. Wai. 

23. Poonah. 

24. Hyderabad (Deccan). 

25. Mahabalipur Temple. 

26. Trichinopoly. 

27. Elephants. 


Perhaps you will 
like No. 21. I made 
my first essay at 
showing those scan- 
tily clothed females 
to three ladles with 
fear and trembling. 
All three looked in 
demure silence .till 
one said, " What 
very odd costume 1 " 
— ^Then the second 
exclaimed, " Rather, 
no costume, I think 1" 
and the third added, 
" Ah I I always heard 
the naked people with 
brown skins were not 
at all indelicate 1" So 
I have now no farther 
dread of the subject 

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28. Tanjore Pagoda. 

29. View near Conoor — ^Nilgherries. 

30. Road scene, Malabar. 

31. Sunset, Malabar coast. 

32. River scene, Ceylon. 

33. Rivef scene — Ceylon. 

34. Kandy. S. W. Clowes, Esq., M.P. 

35. The Temple of the Tooth, Kandy. 

Esq., M.P. 
26. Road Scene near Galle, Ceylon. 

(This last is upright and would not pair.) 

S. W. Clowes, 

30th May 1875. 

This is a nextra gnoat — along of a nun4seen stir- 

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There Is a Capting Ruxton here, with his wife as is 
conphined with a babby, and they have taken a willow 
for 2 months. Now if so be as Captain Ruxton was 
your cousin or your uncle or your grandfather or grand- 
child, I should be sorry not to do anything that might 
be done for him for your saik. 

But if he ain't your beloved relation or friend, then 
don't tell me to call on him, for he lives two miles good 
away, and thyme is short. 

On the other ^^^^^SS^ , if you write and wish 

me to call on him, I will do so drekkly. 

I hope to be in London about the 15th Joon, — but 
don't know where yet. 

The Ruxton's name is something (John?) Fitzherbert 

24th May 1875. 

I shall answer your letter at once, which it is a par- 
ticularly kind one: the only obzervation I shall permit 
myself about its appearance, is that your Lordship's 
writing gets more of the curly-burly roly-poly nature 
than is consistent with elegant and legible grammatog- 
raphy. " I continue to receive " — as Royal speeches 
say — fresh instances of bother and vexation; the two 
particularly uppermost now are the death of my dear 
little Goddaughter Lushington, and the increasing illness 
of that nearly-angel woman Emily Tennyson. I sup- 
pose it was to be expected that life would be more and 
more disagreeable towards its close, but that don't make 
the fact any nicer. . . . 

I forgot you were a Ld: Lieutenant of Essex: does 
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a sort of prefet perhaps. Can you put down the 
Athanasian Creed in Essex? ... If this reaches you 
before your Literary Fund dinner, tell everybody to go 
and buy a copy of the Book of Nonsense and one of 
" Corsica,'* or you will refuse to preside over them any 
more. . . • 

I have heard of that Vernon fibber; Lady Hatherton 
told me he declared he had seen two cherubim on Mt. 
Ararat, and that he fired at them: one flew away with 
a buzzing sound and an inestimable perfume, — ^the 
other was wounded in the wing. The sportsman took 
him home and kept him alive for six weeks on milk 
and eggs, — but just as he was getting strong, a cat ate 
him up. 

About my dear Viceroy: — do you think his mistake 
— if he made one — ^was in allowing the trial, — or in the 
deposition?^ I see that Grant Duflf (as well as Fitz- 
stephen) believe that Northbrook was right. After all 
a 5 years vice-royalty of India can rarely if ever be got 
over without some error. (I hear that the Bombay 
press is bought out and out by the beastly Guicwar). 
No doubt N. has been greatly bothered and bullied by 
all this fuss — but for my own part I cannot see what 
he could have done, three such men as Crouch, Meade 
and Melville having concurred in believing Mulharkao 
guilty, — and even two of the three natives holding him 

* A Royal Commission was appointed in 1875 of three English 
and three native officials to inquire into the Baroda afiEair. The 
Gaikwar Mulharkao was suspected of attempting to poison the 
British Resident, Col. Phayrc. Lord Northbrook issued a Pro- 
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more or less so. It seems to me that the V[iceroy] 

was in the position of one having a casting vote, and 

he could only use it as he did. . . . 

I am reading a book on India by one Mrs. Colin 

Mackenzie — a werry religious female. Whenever any 

of her Mussulman or Hindoo friends die, — ^be they 

never so good, — she " shudders " to think of them 

" opening their eyes in the eternal pangs and tortures 

of hell fire." 

26th Sept. 1875. 



7 OAX. 

This is only a wurbl message as it is to say goodbye 
to you and my lady, which I wish you both a appy 

Xmas. I have been very unwell lately — ^the damp hav- 
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Ington's on my way to ^oXKearope.^ If the sea is 
very rough I mean to hire a prudent and pussillanlmous 
porpoise, and cross on his bak. I suppose I shall get to 
San Remo early in October, old George having already 
arrived there to clean up and beautify the wilier. 

" Now the Lord lighten me — I am a great fool " — 
but I must go my own way or none. Yours of the 
28th has come to me — sent down by Frank Lushing- 
ton with a bundle of other letters, which I wishes as 
you were here to thank you for it, being as letters is 
* grateful and comforting,' vide " Epps' Cocoa." You 
always do a pleasant thing whenever you can, but it 
isn't so easy to be ordinarily friendly when lines diverge 
as ours do, so the more your merit. As for Seven- 
oaks, though I was truly serene and happy with my 
dear Lushington's family and the children (for though 
my dear little goddaughter is dead, there are still three 
living) yet the " turf " and the " fresh air " (through 
open windows) brought on asthma hideously, and I 
found myself a bore — spite of all their kindness — ^be- 
cause I had to beg for shut windows, or else I coughed 
like unto a coughy mill. Whereby and so and therefore 
I gradually felt — this of 1875 will be (if not my last) 
nearly my last visit to the land of my posteriors. 
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O yes,— old Giorgio was not only here when I ar- 
rived (Sat. 3rd) — ^but nothing would prevent him going 
to San Remo to get me dinner, — and since then all 
things go on as before the fathers fell asleep,-^ock- 
work being nothing beside the ancient Suliot's quiet 
service. I do not know if I told you that this good old 
servant has lost his wife, and the last of his four broth- 
ers, and his valuable mother, — all since Christmas last; 
and his three children, having no one to take care of 
them, were in a fix. So I gave him leave to bring his 
second boy here as a help, on the " do as you would be 
done by '' principle : he is to have no wa'ges, but only 
food. I thought this much due to my poor faithful 
Giorgio, but I do not pledge myself to any continu- 
ance of this plan. . . . 

John A. Symonds ^ and you should get on well to- 

^ * (Do you remember how we used 

to do the Gospels and Epistles in Greek in the parlour 
at Red House, — till at a given hour, dear old Mrs. 
Ruxton used to call for " God save the Queen," and 
we all absquatulated? Only the two calves, I believe, 
never went to bed at any particular hour.) 

"O earth 1 O (what?) O timel "—certainly life is 
an odd jumble. (Possibly one of the oddest of small 
matters is that E. Trelawny,^ (who with Bjrron burnt 

^ See p. 72. 

* Edward John Trclawny belonged to a famous Cornish fam- 
ily, and led a life of adventure. In 1821 he met Shelley at Pisa 
and was there at his death. He went with B)nron to Greece, and 
finally settled in England. He wrote " Recollections of the Last 
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Shelley's remains) is still alive and well. I just missed 
him fifteen days ago at Digby Wyatt's.) 

You will be very sorry to hear what I am going to 
say— or rather, read what I am going to write, — ^viz, 
that the Rev. Fenton, our chaplain, (as good a man 
and as complete an ass as any parson can be, and that 
is saying much) preached today about Daniel, (I re- 
joice I wasn't there), and has given out that he will 
preach three sermons severally on Shadrach, Meshach, 
and Abednego. Could I have warned you in time, 
doubtless you and my lady would have come to this 
spirichial feest. Alas I alas I going to church is my bete 
noir. I don't want to antagonise, or bore, or fuss — but 
why am I expected to sit and listen to a fool for three- 
quarters of an hour? Perhaps it is better that I should 
altogether stay away, since one day, if I am so overcon- 
strained to folly, I may get up and snort and dance and 
fling my hat at the abomination of sermonpreaching 
where sermons are simply rot. 

There will be no one here this winter I care for — 
nobody. En revanche, I go into HARD WORK — 
Louisa Lady A[shburton's] ^ and Lord Aberdare's two 
paintings of Kunchinjunga, one 9 ft. by 4 — the latter 
6 ft. by 3 ft. 6 in. — both immortal subjects. If Henry 
Bruce's picture comes to be at all what I shall try for, 
nobody will ever eat anything at his table — along of 
contemplating it; and if L. Lady A's picture thrives 
equally, then I foresee no English child will ever be 
henceforth christened otherwise than " Kunchinjunga." 
What Northbrook's picture will be, goodness only 
knows, — ^but I am continually at work on it. My dear 

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N. — how I wish he were back in Hants — j and 
yet not so, for he is so high and good in all he 
does in India, that sometimes I half hope he may 
stay on, 

I wonder how much you know of India: and, if you 
had time, please try to read some of Col. Meadows 
Taylor's semi-historic novels, — all of them remarkable, 
not only for great knowledge of India and Indians 
(that was to be expected from his position and 
experience as well as from his marriage etc.:) but 
for beautiful and good feeling and clever handling 
throughout — though of course the books are not 
equal (i) " Tara," 1657, (2) " Ralph Darnell," 1759, 
(3) "Tippoo Sultaun 1787" and (4) " Leeta," 1857, 
are all well worth perusal — ^not to speak of " Confes- 
sions of a Thug." But after all, I can now well under- 
stand how very little an Englishman can enter into In- 
dian (picturesque) subjects, and I wondered at Grant 
Duflf ^ doing so till I heard that the " History of the 
Mahrattas " was written by his father. 

O my child 1 here is a gnat! which, the window being 
open, is but gnatural. So I shuts up both vinder and let- 
ter, and goodbye. 

P.S. A chapter — ^the last of its sort — of my life, is 
nearly closed; i.e. the letters of my sister Ellinor.^ She 
is now nearly blind, and can never write again. Not 
that her letters were ever intellectually like those of my 

* Sir Mountstuart Elphinstone Grant Duff, son of James Cun- 
ninghame Grant Duff, and grandson of Sir Whitelaw Ainslic. 
Under Secretary of State for India 1 868-1 874. Governor of 
Madras 1 881-1886, when he was made a G. C.S.I. 

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dear New Zealand sister Sarah, nor those of my own 
eldest sister Ann — ^but they were the last: and so the 
only one remaining of all my thirteen sisters gradually 
sinks to darkness, as I may do probably six or eight 
years hence. 

No creature here is likely to interest me this yean 
At 63 — (and speaking as a man who never cared for 
mere acquaintances), one hardly picks up friends. Last 
year the G. Howards ^ were here, — he is very artistic- 
ally studious, — ^yet not exhibiting anything like genius 
or promising any. Amiable and good, but it seems to 
me an unwise aflfectatlon for people in that position to 
wish to be " artists *' ; whereas, if all goes straight, this 
youth must needs be Earl of Carlisle. Earls in England 
have occupations cut out for them quite distinct from 
those of laborious professions, in the ranks of which 
(however they and their admirers may think other- 
wise) they are only considered as of " Brevet rank " 
by the real article. (Fide ** Unbublished ozbervations 
on Caste.") 

I have been reading " Lothair ** ^ lately: how skilful 
and quaint a bookl and full of charming description. 
Also, "II Improvlsatore," ^-— did you ever read It? 
Hans Andersen lived for a time in that comer house 

* George J. Howard, son of the 4th son of the 6th Earl of 
Carlisle (the Hon. Chas Wcntworth Howard, M.P.). Lear was 
right, George Howard eventually succeeded his uncle in 1889 
as 9th Earl of Carlisle. His wife was the Hon. Rosalind Frances 
Stanley, youngest daughter of Lord Stanley of Adderlcy. 

^ " Lothair," by Benjamin Disraeli, had been published in 

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you lived in when you came to see me in the ear 2187432 
X — B — Z Q.E. unbeknown, 

X O myl ain't I sleepy! 

Lear to Lord Carlingford. 

Sth December, 1875. 

. . . Your remarks, as well as those of other persons 
in your position, about D'Israeli's Suez Canalism,^ are to 
me very illustrative of the immense contrast between 
high-class government politicians in our country and 
those in France and elsewhere. No one can differ more 
in general party views than such as you and D'L — ^yet 
on a subject of common patriotism you think precisely 
alike. . . . 

Yes, youth does seem a fable, but so will middle- 
age bye and bye to you, as it does now to me already. 
I have sad fits of depression often nowadays, as every 
few months bring tidings of illness and death. I do not 
know what your views of future states or material-anni- 
hilation may be — ^but probably similar to mine — ^hating 
dogma about what we really know nothing about, — ^yet 
willing to hope dimly. Perhaps, however, you may be 
like a lady whom I know, who, on the deaths of her hus- 
band, parents, 5 children etc: rather rejoices than not. 
'* It would be so very painful for them to have survived 
mel and besides only think what an immense party of 
beloved ones I shall be sure to meet all at once when I 
myself depart 1 " . . . "Friend after friend departs" — 
there is something very touching and human in much of 

* In 1875 the British Government purchased 176,602 Canal 
shares from the Khedive of Egypt to the value of £4,076,622. 
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T. Moore*8 poetry, though it be not of the highest order. 
Talking of poets, — ^Lionel Tennyson, A's 2nd son, and 
godson of F. Lushington, is to marry the daughter of 
Locker.* (Bye the bye, I am a godfather again, to F. 
Lushington's newly-born boy.) Lady Charlotte Locker 
was Lady Augusta Stanley's sister. On New Year's day, 
Arthur P. Stanley ^ wrote to me, and did not seem more 
than usually anxious about Lady A. But yesterday Mrs. 
George Howard . . . passed through here, and she told 
me of a letter she had just had, informing her that Lady 
A[ugusta] had had a fresh seizure on the 2nd, and is 
dying. I am very grieved for poor Arthur. 

You will of course have known about Northbrook's 
return. Something which Evelyn Baring* told me a 
good while ago about his health has caused this not to 
be a surprise to me. Yet there may be other reasons 
behind, but " I forbear " like Herodotus " to mention " 
one I have heard, because I don't believe it.* What a 

* The present Mrs. Birrcll. . 

* Arthur Penrhyn Stanley, better known as Dean Stanley, 
a close personal friend of Lear's frequendy mentioned in his 
letters, was the second son of the Bishop of Norwich. He 
was appointed Chaplain to the Prince G}nsort in 1854, and 
became Dean of Westminster in 1863. He was a champion of 
G>lenso. He married Lady Augusta Bruce of the Elgin family 
in 1863; she died in 1876. 

* The present Earl of Cromer. He was Lord Northbrook's 
Private Secretary in India 1 872-1 876. 

^Important difficulties had arisen between the India Office 
and the Viceroy. Lord Northbrook resigned on January 4th. 
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horrid continuance of glitter and shindy is that progress 
of the P[rince] of W[ales.] How glad I am not to 
be in India. N's return, however, lessens the proba- 
bility of my second visit. I think now I have looked 
over all and not overlooked any of the points of your 
letter, which was a delightfully long and genial one. So 
the rest I shall fill up with egotism and maggotism. . . . 

The weather has been simply Paradise from 3rd Oc- 
tober to January 5th, — ^but now it is changed, coldy and 
wet. Yet I have no fires by day yet, and write this by an 
open window, Foss the cat on the ledge. Oranges and 
flowers in the garden magnificent. Society slender. . . . 
In fact Sanremo is fast becoming less and less of an 
English colony since the French War which sent all the 
Germen and Gerwomen here. (Positively, there arc 
now eighty in one hotel 1) And it is a painful fact that 
many English ladies flee such hotels, — ^the Germans, say 
they, spit at dinner-time and smoke all night. So the 
nationalities aloof stand. Meanwhile, the Germans are 
sent here simply to die. Twenty three have died since 
November ist, and all sent back to Germany, which I 
know so accurately about because W. Congreve our 
Vice-Consul has to superintend and numerate these necro- 
politan derangements. W. Congreve and his sons, my 
next neighbours, are a blessing, — but as I said, of society 
generally there is little. Remember, if ever you should 
make a rush here, I can put you up beautiful and feed 
you spontaneous-analogous. 

P.S. I am reading Carlyle's " Frederick the Great.'* 
My library is a wunnerl Your Fortescue ^ is considered 

*Sec p. 115. 

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the loveliest piece of furniture in these latitudes — for 
which accept 

my gratitudes — and may you meet 
with beattitudes — ^whereon I'll 
write no more platitudes — ^but will go to lumpshon 
with a deary conscience. 

N.B. Aberdare's commission was for £200, but I am 
doing an exceptionally big picture for that sum, out of 
remembrance of past days. 

Lord Carlingford to Lear. 



April 27, 1876. 

. . . Someone told me that you were to have a visit 
from Northbrook on his way home. He ought to be a 
happy man,— coming home at his age, with health un- 
injured and a high position, — after filling his great post 
so well. Four such years must be a wonderful passage 
in a man's life. . . . 

This Government has damaged its reputation not a 
little during the last few months and weeks, but as long 
as they hold together, there is no prospect of a change. 
The Empress business ^ has been a wonderful piece of 
folly, where there was nothing to be done but to let well 
alone. I suppose you still perform the first duty of an 
Englishman and read your Times regularly. You will 
see an interesting character of poor Lord Lyttelton ^ by 

*At Disraeli's instigation the new title of Empress of India 
was conferred on the Queen in 1876. 

*4th Lord Lyttelton, a member of the Privy Council, 
KC.M.G., a learned Greek scholar. At the time of his death 
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Gladstone. I knew him very little, but should have said 
that he was a healthy-minded man. However he had 
evidently fallen into religious self-tortures. He said not 
long ago to Houghton, talking of a future state. *' I 
would gladly compound for annihilation.'* 

Write soon and tell us how you are — ^mentally, physi- 
cally, ocularly, jocularly, digestively, artistically, pecu- 
niarily, prospectively, retrospectively, positively, com- 
paratively, superlatively, — and as many more lies as 
occur to you. 

Lear to Lord Carlingford. 

Villa Emily. Sanremo. 

^th May 1876. 

I was very glad to get your Dudbrookious letter, 
(date 27th April) — ^which I did on the 30th. I had 
been talking of you with our mewtshool friend Henry 
Bruce only a week before. He, Lord Aberdare, with 
three of his nice children spent three days here nearly, 
and I saw them constantly up till Monday, May ist, 
when after breakfasting with me, he went on with his 
party to Genoa. The visit was only begloomed by the 
miserable Lyttelton news. I think you heard I have staid 
at Hagley, and last year I saw them all often close by 
me at Portland Place: anyhow you know that I have 
known poor Lady L[yttelton] since she was eight years 
old, when with the G. Clives her parents in Rome dur- 
ing 1846-7. So as you are aware of my nature you 
may suppose this tragedy grieved me much. . . . Aber- 
dare was in wonderful health and spirits, and to my 
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iim to have a second picture I am painting of the great 
plains of Bengal, also six feet long: but he goes in for 
one only, and the pair will be divided. If you know 
anyone as wants a remarkable work of art for £500, 
please name it to the fortunate individdle. I don't know 
that anything has given me so much pleasure for a long 
time past, as the Aberdarion visit: he has always been 
a thoroughly kind and steady friend to me, as have you 
SPQRC, and Northbrook, of whom anon. Louisa, 
Lady Ashburton is to have the largest of my three pic- 
tures, ten feet long, and I had hoped she might have 
come here: but I think it probable, as she was not in 
good health, that the Lyttelton tragedy has sent her 
straight home, — Lady L. having been (and she married 
Lord A's own nephew) her intimate friend for years. 
The next swell I am expecting is T.G. Baring Lord 
Northbrook, he has written twice to tell me to write 
whether I am here, and I expect him to land at Brindisi 
on the 1 2th or 14th and then he comes on here. On 
the 14th F. Lushington, my most partickler friend comes 
to stay (I hope) a good ten or fourteen days, so there 
is a plethora of friendship all in a lump. I wish for all 
that, you were coming too, but I fear milady will never 
cross the Channel again, as she hates the sea so: and 
without her, you are not likely to come. . . . But I 
strenuously resist all " acquaintance," my idea of happi- 
ness in life, such as we can get, growing more distinct as 
I grow older, (and I am 64 on the 12th) and more re- 
mote from noise and fuss. At the very door of St. 
Peter of the Keys, I shall stipulate that I will only go 
into Heaven on condition that I am never in a room 
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Yes, John Symonds is very pleasant, but I wish he 
were stronger: he over works himself. When next you 
meet him, he will amuse you by telling you of an inter- 
view between him and Dr. Congreve, Comtist, etc. The 
Doctor is very queer on some points, and lectured J.A.S. 
on writing so much. He is indeed furiously excitable on 
many points, and believes one should write on high 
moral subjects, or not at all. . . . His two sisters have 
been staying here two or three months, with my next 
door neighbour Walter Congreve, and I regret to say 
they go to-morrow. Two more delightfully pleasant, 
well-informed, and accomplished ladies I have never 
met. • • • 

Concerning the present Government, it seems to me 
that the " Empress business " is far worse than folly * : 
and I sometimes think that the Right Hon. Gentleman 
and Novelist — Charlatan at the head of H M's Gov- 
ernment is about the worst R. Republican going. Any- 
how, numbers of Republicans bless him for this last 
effort. But please tell me, (what I cannot understand 
was not put forth in your House by our side,) if as 
Lord Cairns and the D[uke] of Richmond said, all this 
fuss about the title is only a party movement, — ^why did 
Messrs. Henley and Newdigate vote against it, or re- 
frain from voting for it? Surely they are Conserva- 
tives if any are alive. . . • 

If you are in Bush's shop, ask him to show you a 

^Thc proclamation of the Queen's new tide of Empress of 
India, made on May ist, had caused dissatisfaction, as it did not 
convey the promised statement that the tide of Empress should 
be localised in India alone. 

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poem about " Lady Jingly Jones," it comes out in a new 
edition of " Nonsense Songs and Stories " later. . . • 

Space left for 
something that has 
gone out of my 
head and which I 
can't recall. Oh 1 
now I recollect. 
Don't be so long 
before you write 
again. It is five 
months since I 
wrote to you. 

Yes, Lady Derby,^ is gone. I 
shall never imitate her more. 
In later days than those you 
speak of, I came to know she 
had very many better qualities 
than appeared outside, and was 
very wrongly judged by various 
folk in Knowsley days. Had 
her son been Minister now I 
believe this Title mess would 
not have happened. My old 
Corfu friend Sir James Reid — 
Co-Chief Justice with F. Lush- 
ington in Corfu — has also died 
suddenly, to my sorrow, lately: 
he was sixty-nine. 

Lord Carlingford to Lear. 

Chewton Priory, 
August 26. 1876. 

. . . The transformation of Dizzy into Earl of 
Beaconsfield is an amusing event. What a career Vivian 
Grey has had 1 He told My Lady one Sunday at Straw- 
berry that the strain of the House of Conmions was 
too much for him, and that he hated it as much as he 
once enjoyed it. But I hear he was very low when it 

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came to the point. His loss in the Commons must 
weaken his party — ^but there are no signs of political 
change yet. 

" The Bulgarian atrocities " * are sickening — but 
there is no use in speculating about those countries. 

Lord Carlingford to Lear. 


Dec. 22. 1876 

... I caught sight one day at Bush's of a pile of 
smart red and green books, and behold it was a new 
Nonsense Book. I carried off a copy at once, and much 
enjoyed it, and many copies have found their way here 
since — for the Xmas tree etc: I was glad to meet again 
in full dress my old friend the Akond of Swat, whom I 
had learnt to know in the undress of MS. I was amused 
at the sort of controversy that sprang up in the press as 
to whether children of all ages did or ought to enjoy 
the Lyrics, — ^the result of which was decidedly favour- 

* Mr, Baring, Secretary of Legation at Q)nstantinople, who 
was sent to Bulgaria to investigate the seriousness of the massa- 
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Lear to Lord Carlingford. 

Hotel db LckNDRBS, 

15 March 1877 

I AM in such great sorrow and distress that I am 
obliged to turn to real friends in the hope of their 
sending me ever so little a line by post, so that I may 
feel myself less alone than I am. • • • 

My dear good servant and friend George Kokali, who 
during nearly twenty-two years has attended me and 
served me and nursed me in illness with a faithfulness 
which better masters than I have had few chances of 
obtaining, — has been growing weaker and weaker for 
months past Ever since his dreadful dysentery in Cey- 
lon he has been weaker, but the deaths of his wife, 
mother and brothers all at once on his return seemed to 
paralyze and change him, and although his second son 
has come to him here for a year and a half — ^yet he has 
gradually failed, and two weeks ago he told me that he 
could work no more, but would like to go to Corfu to see 
his other two children. I had no doubt as to my duty. 
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then, on its ceasing, to turn round, and say we are quits 
and can do no more for those who have never given us 
anything but faithful help. So at once I set o£f with hun 
to Corfu, my task greatly lightened by Vice-Consul Con- 
greve*s son Hubert who went with me. 

The journey from Ancona to Brindisi was terrible — 
one long snowstorm, such as has never been known so 
far south. At Brindisi, two feet of snowl and no ship 
could leave the harbour. I was therefore compelled, 
after bringing poor George to within twelve hours of his 
home, to leave him there, and I came back through 
Naples and Rome, reaching Sanremo on the 13th. 

Naturally, servants can't be got on a sudden, and still 
more naturally I am the last man to take to educating 
new servants at set. 65. So for the present darkness I 
have taken a room at the Londres dose by, and come 
over to work here. Lord Aberdare has kindly advanced 
£100 on his picture, so I am in the money sense afloat. 
And a cousin of Lady Clermont, Lord Clancarty, has 
lately bought two drawings, whereby tin is not wanted, 
though poor George's advanced wages — (for how can 
I allow him to be without money in Corfu?) and all this 
journey are a pull on the foolish purse. 

Meanwhile I have telegraphed, but can get no answer, 
and I do not know if George has crossed, or is lying ill 
at Brindisi. I shall probably, if he gets worse, go again 
south to Corfu; for to do all one can for whoever has 
done much for us is a consolation. 

I must stop. Only adding that Earl Grey's speech 
In the Lords ^ has given me the utmost pleasure just 

* Lord Grey admitted that the Turkish Government was bad 
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now. Will nobody " move " for papers concerning Rus- 
sian " atrocities " in Poland and elsewhere? 

A friend writes, staying in a house when the late 
Premier was a guest — " Gladstone in most respects is 
a pleasant old gentleman enough: but on the subject 
of Turkey he flares up to a white heat, and one's impres- 
sion is, either that he is more or less insane or about to * 
be so, — or that he does all this screaming as a bidding 
for power." I prefer the former view, — honest but en- 
thusiastic semi-madness 1 1 

P.S. On leaving George at Brindisi, he said these 
words-— ever ringing in my ears. " My Master, so good 
to me and mine for so many years, I must tell you this 
— I shall never, never see you more. I know that Death 
is near — and ever nearer.** 

Hotel db Londrbs. Sanrbmo. 

1 8. March 1877. 

Though I wrote to you so lately as the 15th — (I ad- 
dressed the letter to Strawberry Hill,) I must send a few 
lines to say that last night I got your sad letter written 
on the same day; — strange — ^yet some comfort — ^that 
both of us were employed at the same time in conununi- 
cation of sympathy. 

The sudden death of Ward Braham,^ (which I had 
not seen any notice of,) must indeed be of great afflic- 

consequendy opposed the institution of the proposed International 
G>mmission, or the giving of local autonomy to the revolted prov- 
inces. February 27th. 

^ Lady Waldcgrave's youngest and favourite brother. He died 
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tion to you and My Lady. I am extremely sorry for 
you both, but most so for her, for Ward Braham's won- 
derful spirits and merriment cannot be replaced: yet the 
memory of her continual kindness to him must I hope 
soothe and comfort her not a little in her distress. It 
was most sad that you were neither of you with him at 
the last, and it seems an additional sorrow that by care 
the calamity might have been avoided altogether. But, 
as you say — there is no help for it but to learn submis- 
sion, and go on hoping that some other day may bring 
together again those who are scattered now. But it will 
be long before Lady Waldegrave's kind heart will cease 
to feel keenly the wound this loss has made; her knowl- 
edge of your complete sympathy with her grief and your 
ability to console her, being the best safeguards for her 
return to calm. 

What a world it is 1 Yet — being what it is — ^I begin to 
see more and more clearly that to kick and repine is 
only to add to one*s misery. The prompt and earnest 
recognition of all this " forza maggiore " being right and 
for our good in the end, must surely be our wisest move. 

Cannes has been cold — al solito. Here, on my re- 
turn, I find my garden one blaze of flowers, and the 
worst winter being a sharpish wind now and then, which 
howbeit, never prevents any but very far gone invalids 
from going out. . . . You will be glad to know that 
yesterday brought me letters from Giorgio's Sons: G. 
and Lambi got to Corfu on the 6th and for the present 
poor G. is not worse. 

14 April 1877 

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built, and looks into my garden,) where I breakfast, dine 
and sleep, — ^partly at my own ViUa, which I go up to 
and open every morning and where I lunch on cold meat 
(with my cat), and work pretty hard all day — except on 
Weddlesdays, when I have people to see my Vorx of 
hart — and when happily some drawings are now and 
then sold. Lord Windsor bought two last Wednesday, 
but the season is now pretty well at an end — though on 
that day 42 people came to my rooms. I am at work 
on 12 drawings for Northbrook and 3 for Canon Duck- 
worth, and I hope to finish all these in 10 days' time: I 
wish you could see them. After that I finish one of Lord 
N.'s 2 large oil pictures and Lord Aberdare's: and then 
Louisa Lady Ashburton's big Kinchinjunga views, put- 
ting the last finishing touches to a " Mount Tomohrit " 
and a " Crag that fronts the evening " which she has 
likewise bought. My coming, or not coming to England 
will depend on when I complete these works. If I come, 
it will probably be in July, to stay with F. Lushington, 
and not take a lodging. I try to look forward to hard 
work as the only mode of living in comfort, and a vast 
semi-composition of Enoch Arden — ^together with an 
equally large Himalayan subject, are the dreams of the 
future — not altogether dreams though — since the de- 
signs are already made. 

8 Duchess St. 

Portland Place. 

28 May. 1877- 

I am here: but the upset of my Sanremo house — the 
deaths of my brother,^ and of Digby Wyatt, and a heap 

* One of the two in America. 

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of other bothers have made me ^^ far from a pleasant '' 

At present I am (and shall be for ten days) arrang- 
ing a gallery here, for drawings, and for Lady Ashbur- 
ton's and Lord Northbrook's works which I want to ex- 
hibit for the better chance of getting some new commis- 
sions. Tickets shall be sent as soon as ready. 

My brain is in so bewildered a condition from the 
contrast of this infernal place with the quiet of my dear 
Sanremo that I have nearly lost all ideas about my own 
identity, and if anybody should ask me suddenly if I am 
Lady Jane Grey, the Apostle Paul, Julius Caesar or 
Theodore Hook, I should say yes to every question. . . . 

Since I began this I have seen the death of David 
Urquhart^ in the paper — ^had I known of it before I 
should have written less nonsense. 

8 Duchess St. 

Portland Place 

Weddlesday Borning. 
25 July, 1877. 

Many thanx to My Lady and you for remembering 
of this child. But on Saturday and Sunday I am booked 
(an old engagement and of my own fixing,) to James 
Hornby^ of Eton. So I propogc coming to you on 
Sunday the 30th and also staying Toosdy night if that 
is agreeable. . . . 

I wish My Lady could have seen these two large pic- 

* Married Fortescue*s youngest sister (see p. 138, vol. i.). 

' Rev. James John Hornby, D.D., D.C.L., third son of Admiral 
Sir Phipps Hornby, K.C.B.; Head Master of Eton from 1868- 
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tures, of which my friend and admirer Sir Spencer Rob- 
inson ^ says ^' there are no such pictures in England." ( !) 
Both "Northbrook" and "Aberdare" are greatly 
pleased with their paintings, but several bad accidents 

have happened by people injuring their brains from 
standing on their heads in an extasy of delight, before 
these works of art. 

What however is pleasant is this — that at no previous 
period of female English costume could ladies have so 
given way to their impulses of admiration without af- 
fronting the decencies and delicacies — ^whereas now they 
can postulate theirselves upside down with impunity, and 
no fear of petticoatical derangement. 

Earl Somers^ was here yesterday very unwell, it 
seemed to me. Also Marchioness Tavistock * which was 
lovely to behold. 

^ Sir Robert Spencer Robinson, ELC.B., admiral, Controller of 
the Navy, married Clementina, d. of Admiral Sir John Louis. 
He was the s. of John Friend Robinson, prebendary of Kildare. 

*Thc third and last Earl, husband of the beautiful Virginia 
Pattle, daughter of James Pattlc, H.E.I.C.S. 

• Lady Adeline Somcrs-Cocks, daughter of the 3rd Earl Somers, 
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Then follows the last letter I can find ever written by 
Lear to Lady Waldegrave : — 

31. July 1877- 

I shall trouble you with this gnoat because the chances 
are that I shall not see you again before I go out of 
England, ... I have to remain with my nose at the 

Grindstone to finish one of the two large Northbrook 
pictures, so as to take it down to Stratton with as little 
delay as possible. 

After witch, and another visit to my sister, I shall go 
south like the swollers. 

So I wish you goodbye, with many good wishes for a 
pleasant Autumn, and many thanks for much kindness. 
Both you and Chichester have always been very kind to 

But, unless you both come to Italy, I fear it will be a 
long time before I see you again, if at all. 


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To Lord Carlingford. 

8, Duchess Street. 

Portland Place. 

i6. August 1877. 

I send this, just to ask you if you are likely to be in 
town again — and if so-^about when, so that I may per- 
haps have a chance of seeing you before I go. 

I staid five days at Stratton,^ with great satisfaction 
to myself, if not to others. Only the Arthur Ellis's were 
there, besides casual neighbourisms etc., and quiet per- 
petual prevailed, greatly to my pleasure. Northbrook 
has now made his house wonderfully beautiful by his ex- 
cellent arrangement of his Uncle's pictures, and the last 
addition was a large Indian landscape by Lear, four 
more of whose pusillanimous pigchurs adawn other paw- 
tions of the house. I was extremely pleased at Lord 
N[orthbrook] being so gratified with the "Plains of 
Bengal," for I had taken a great deal of pains with the 
painting, and small blame to me, seeing how kind he has 
always been. I could not have supposed that any man 
could be so completely the same as N[orthbrook] is 
after such a varied life as he has led. And this holds 
good also regarding Lady Emma,^ who is exactly the 
same sweet dispositioned, simple unaffected lively girl 
now that she was when she was eight years old, only 
that she now has the judgment and tact of a woman of 
forty at the same time with her old childish simplicity — 
not to speak of her additionally playing well on the Or- 

^ Stratton, near Michddever, in Hants, Lord Northbrook's 
country seat. 

' Lady Emma Baring, Lord Northbrook's only daughter. 


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gan, driving famously, and being the blessing of all the 
village of Stratton as to care of its inhabitants. I was 
frightfully sorry to come away, and have been in doubt 
since whether it isn't better (as Mrs. Leake used to say,) 
to make life generally odious and dreary, thereby pre- 
venting regrets at leaving it. 

The Northbrookians came up with me yesterday, and 
are gone to Lord Hardinge's, and afterwards (Satur- 
day) to Tapley Court. 

As for me I am become like a sparry in the pilderpips 
and a pemmican on the Housetops, for only Lady Rob- 
inson and the Alfred Seymoures are left in town. 

22 August 1877. 

Many thanks for the iilb cheque just received, least- 
ways last night, when I came back from Admiral W. 
Hornby's, where we had endless talk of old Knowsley 
days that are no more — ^not to speak of salmon grouse 
and champagne. . . • 

I lunched with Lady Grey yesterday, she is eighty- 
eight, but scarcely altered except in being lame, . . . 

I was disgusted at having to dun you, but there 
were eight others similarly to be extracted from, and 
the nine altogether left me in dismal tinlessnesses. . . . 

P.S. Of Carlingford all nature knows — 

He paid his debts — ^he blew his nose. 

On the 13th of September, just after his return to 
Sanremo, Lear set off again to Corfu to see his old ser- 
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Villa Emily. Sanrbmo. 

7. October 1877. 

While at Corfu, I fell in with an old (Maltese) ser- 
vant of James Edward (Colonel Bevan Edward R.E.) 
who had travelled with his master, me, and George, in 
1857. And when I came back here, finding myself dis- 
appointed about getting a servant of Mr. George How- 
ard's, I telegraphed for this same Filippo Bohaja, who 
not being in service now, but willing to come to an old 
friend of his former master, came here on September 
30th: and by October 4th, I, (who have been living at 
an Hotel since George left me in last February) have 
once more got into my own deserted villa, where, though 
things are not as they were in poor George's time, I am 
thankful to say I am very tolerably comfortable. For 
Filippo is a very decent and active man and a good cook; 
the worst is however that he is not likely to remain, all 
Maltese being given to homesickness I 

28 October 1878. 

Thank you for your congratulations about George's 
return. It is really almost unreal, his recovery, the con- 
tinued recurrence of Dysentery and Uver illness having 
kept him for fourteen months mostly in bed, and often 
apparently about to die. But some new system of medi- 
cine {Iron I think?) was applied, and he rallied; and 
his doctor wrote to me that a sea voyage and completely 
new air might possibly restore him. So in June, I sent 
for him to come by sea to Genoa: and he got there, a 
mere skeleton and unable to walk. But I thought I 
would run the risk, and took him straight up to Monte 
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in six weeks was able to sleep, eat, and walk as he had 
not done for three years. Before we left in September, 
he walked about Como, carrying my folios etc, as he 
used to do twenty-four years ago. And now he is here 
and just the same orderly good active man as ever; and 
everyone says he looks ten years younger, as he really 
seems to be. I sent him back to Corfu lately to fetch his 
second son, who is with me now as under servant; for 
should any relapse of his father's health occur, it seemed 
better to me and to Lushington (in whose service three 
of George's brothers were formerly), that I should be 
able, as I grow older, to fall back on a service and ser- 
vant I could really trust. So you see we arc just now 
as before the fathers fell asleep, George, Lambi, myself, 
and the excellent Foss ^^KJffSJl^^ ^^^ eight years 

" Whom God hath joined, let no man put asunder," 
80 I can't well desire that you should come here, for 
I am sure Milady never will, and you wouldn't be happy 
without her; so I must go on for the few remaining 
years of life, writing, and not speaking to you, inasmuch 
as I do not at all think I shall come to England again. 
Some people are older at sixty-seven than others and I 
am one of those, though I am very thankful to say I 
am generally in good health; and the interest I have in 
my very beautiful terrace garden is always a delight. I 
have also now a large Library, and can lend a hundred 
or more volumes to invalids during the season. My hair 
likewise is falling oflF, and I rejoice to think that the 
misery of hair cutting will soon cease. Moreover I have 
lovely broad beans in April and May, and the Lushing- 
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be rather surprised if I am happier in Paradise than I 
am now. • . . 

Last winter was a bad one for my Water Colour 
Gallery, only one £7 drawing having been sold, and 
had it not been for Jones Lloyd and poor Richard firight 
who bought some small oil paintings I should have come 
to grief. (Bye the bye, the Gent who bought the Seven 
Pound drawing was an " Analytical Chemist ** whatever 
that may be: and there is a Lady here who deranges 
epitaphs as famously as Mrs. Malaprop. " I hear," 
quoth she '' that the person who has taken the villa next 
door is an epileptical chemist " — " Good heavens ! " 
said her husband, " what stuff you talk I " — " Well " said 
Mrs. " you needn't be so sharp if one makes a mis- 
take — of course you know I meant an Elliptical Chem- 
ist!")^ . . . 

Monte Generoso is quite the best place of the sort 
I have known, the walks delightful and the views won- 

You could see the flies walking up the Cathedral 
of Milan any afternoon. The thunder storms were a 
bore though. A queer litle boy three or four years old 
at the Hotel had never heard thunder, and asked what 
the big drum was. "The noise is made by God Al- 
mighty'' — said his mother. "My I" said the child — 
" I didn't know he played on the Drum I What a big 
one it must be to be heard all the way down here ! . . ." 

^ Lear was fond of quoting this lady. In another letter he 
says: "Mrs. Malaprop here is reported to have said lately — 
* Disintegration cannot be called a virtue, yet it is useful some- 
times when sheer supposition would be useless.' " For " disin- 
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Did you see that Lady Lisgar^ is married again? 
They put her first marriage at 1855 but it was 1835, 
and she must be at least sixty-three. Mrs. CuUey Han- 
bury and Hon. Mrs. Freemantle came yesterday — they 
were CuUey Eardleys in old days. (When they were 
children, I called at Sir C. E. with Lady Davy, and the 
three litle Eardleys came in and said '' Papa is coming 

directly; we have been in his study and have blessed 
privileges." "What are those?'' said Lady D[avy.] 
" Blessed Privileges " said the two girls again. " But 
what? — can you tell me, little man " (to the brother) 
" Yes " quoth he, " they are the tops of Papa*s three 
eggs, and we three eat one apiece in his study.") 

^Adelaide Annabella (Baroness Lisgar), daughter of the 
Marchioness of Headfort by her first husband. After Lord Lis- 
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A huge Hotel is to be built just below my garden: 
if it is on the left side it will shut out all my sea view; 
a calamity as afflicts me. 

(The Akhond of Swat would have left me all his 
ppproppprty, but he thought I was dead: so didn't. 
The mistake arose from someone officiously pointing 
out to him that King Lear died seven centuries ago, and 
that the poem referred to one of the Akhond's prede- 

Lord Carlingford to Lear. 


Jan. lo. 1879. 

. . . Here is a story better to tell than to write. Two 
Yankee ladies overheard at the Paris Exhibition, look- 
ing at two rather nude statues— -one inscribed lo— the 
other Psyche. Says one to the other — " I can't bear No. 
10 and they're both very indecent, but Pish is pretty — 
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July, 1879, to July, 1882 

A SUCCESSION of troubles and misfortunes, 
treading closely on each other, made the next two 
years perhaps the darkest in the painter's life. So 
strongly is this reflected in the letters that we have 
thought it best to make the briefest summary of events 
and take up the thread of correspondence later on. 

In the first chapter Lear refers to the building of a 
new hotel at the foot of his garden, which eventually 
blocked out his sea-view and spoilt the lighting of his 
studio. There is no doubt that he felt this very deeply 
and as a personal injury to himself, and the bitterness 
of spirit that it engendered affected his whole outlook 
on things. At length he came to the conclusion that the 
only remedy was to build another house, and in the 
spring of 1880, his friends advancing the money, he 
bought a fresh piece of land at San Remo and started 
the building of the Villa Tennyson, in which he lived 
till his death. But it was never the same as the Villa 
Emily; he confessed that it was ''too palatial-looking '' 
to please him. 


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Constant and serious domestic worries added to his 
difficulties. He returned to San Remo in 1879 to find 
his servant Lambi Kokali, old George's second son, gone 
completely to the bad. There was nothing to be done 
but to pay his debts and to send him back to Corfu. 
However, within a year he had to be fetched bade by 
George, and his elder brother, who had fled from Corfu 
to avoid conscription, gradually drifted to San Remo to 
take up his position in the Lear household, where there 
was also a little brother Dimitri, about thirteen or four- 
teen years old. In the spring of 188 1, Giuseppe the 
gardener, another trusted servant, died, and almost every 
month during this period was saddened by the loss of 
old friends innumerable. 

But an infinitely greater loss had overtaken Lord Car- 
lingford. . . . 

On Saturday, July 5, 1879, London Society was hor- 
rified to hear of the death of one who was so widely 
known and so much beloved. Lady Waldegrave had 
had a large party at Strawberry Hill the previous week- 
end to meet H.R.H. the Crown Prince of Sweden. The 
guests had noticed that their hostess was not quite her- 
self, that her usual spontaneous good spirits seemed 
forced and not as usual. After the departure of her 
guests during the early part of the following week, she 
had appeared tired and restless, but nothing in the shape 
of alarm of any kind was felt. But on the Thursday, 
in the small hours of the morning, Carlingford had 
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lessness and collapse beside him. The local practitioner 
was at once sent for, and her London medical adviser 
telegraphed for. She became calmer, though still very 
weak and prostrate. The London medical man advised 
her removal to town to be under his own special care. 
She drove up to 7, Carlton Gardens, with Carlingford, 
arriving there about six o'clock p.m. She was in such 
a weak state that she had to be carried from the car- 
riage to the library, where a bed had been prepared for 
her to pass the night. Still the medical man inferred 
there was no cause for alarm. When she was put to 
bed about ten o'clock at night, Carlingford was quite 
unaware of the gravity of the situation. He remained 
with her, lying down on a sofa in the room. In the 
small hours of the morning she became very much worse, 
and at once Carlingford grew alarmed, and in his now 
terrible anxiety sent for Sir Andrew Clark. On his 
arrival he saw that the case was hopeless, finding she 
had very serious congestion of both lungs complicated 
by heart weakness. She rapidly grew seriously worse, 
and sinking into a state of coma, died about nine o'clock 
on the Saturday morning. 

Carlingford's despair was terrible, and added to his 
sorrow was stinging self-reproach, that he had been 
blind to the advance of this fatal and sudden illness. If 
anything could have given him relief it was the univer- 
sal appreciation of, and sorrow at the loss of the woman 
he loved so tenderly and devotedly. 

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and it was indirectly the cause of the illness, the results 
of a chill begun at San Remo, and from the effects of 
which his nerves never thoroughly recovered. 

Lady Waldegrave's medical man, who had been her 
adviser for many years, totally misunderstood the case, 
and was much censured by Lady Waldegrave's friends. 
Carlingford never saw him again. 

Lear to Lord Carlingford. 

Grand Hotel Varbse, 


gth July 1879 

I have just seen the London and Paris papers of Mon- 
day, and know — to my great sorrow — ^what has hap- 

At present I only write to say that I am thinking of 
you and grieving for you. 

God bless you. 

Monte Generoso, 
Canton Ticino, Suisse. 
July 20. 1879. 

My dear Chichester Fortescue, — I have been 
waiting to write to you until some time should have 
passed, so that I could hear somewhat of you during 
the two weeks which have now gone by since the dread- 
ful loss you have been called on to suffer. Northbrook 
most kindly wrote me a long letter on the 8th, Lord 
Somers and Alfred Seymour on the day after: and now 
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had only conjectured or wished, and besides these, I have 
had many extracts from various papers forwarded to 
me, and latterly I have read full accounts of the Funeral 
at Chewton. What gives me most pleasure is to know 
that you are likely to remain at Chewton,* and that the 
Clermonts will be there also, — perhaps too Mrs. Urqu- 

My first feeling, after I had heard of your sorrow, 
was a difficulty in figuring to myself what you, — ^now so 
cut oflF from what has been your regular mode of life for 
sixteen years — ^would do : and I fancied that a complete 
change might be good for you, — travel etc. : but I have 
now come to think quite differently, and believe that, 
since you have succeeded to all Lady Waldegrave's es- 
tates,^ you will be happier in following out the line of 
action you two have so long worked at in common, and 
in making all that was her interest your own, only with 
a single instead of double will; — though who shall say 
this with certainty? For that such a spirit and intellect 
as hers should cease to exist appears to me a most fool- 
ish notion (spite of Congrevism and M. Milnes) ; and 
if it exists still who dare say that it does not take as 
much or more part in what you think and do as when 
she was on earth and living? So I have brought myself 
to feel that your increased responsibilities and interests 
will be your happiest onward lookout. 

I do not suppose any human being who has suffered 
so great a loss as you have, can, notwithstanding its 

* Chewton Priory, Lady Waldcgrave's Somerset estate, and 
in the churchyard of the beautiful old church she lies buried 
with her brother. Ward Braham, and since 1898 with Carling- 

« For life. 


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severity and extent, have had more to be thankful for 
in the shape of consolation as the immense amount of 
sympathy shewn you must have brought. For as one 
paper well observed, — " no person who has occupied 
so high a social position as Lady Waldegrave, ever had 
so many real friends and so few enemies," — of which 
last indeed I cannot think she had any. Her universal 
kindness, and, as Northbrook writes, " her charity in the 
largest and most general sense of the word," are even 
more obvious now than her social and intellectual abil- 
ities, and it is quite certain that no one can in any degree 
fill her place. 

To myself her loss is that of one of the most unvary- 
ingly kind of friends, not only as helping me so much 
in my profession, but in many other ways, and for a 
long period of time ; — see how many pictures and draw- 
ings she has had of me — and of her own choice — (for 
decision as to what she liked in art was not the least 
remarkable of her qualities) — and remember how con- 
stantly she welcomed me to her houses with unmixed 
friendliness, unaltered in the smallest degree by her 
enormous popularity! It is true that I may or should 
recollect that the fact of my being one of your friends 
might have had much to do with these matters, yet I am 
fully certain that this was not wholly so, and that I may 
think of her as a true friend to myself for my own sake.^ 

With the curious accuracy of memory I have always 
had, I can recall every minute particular of my stays 
at Nuneham, Strawberry, or Chewton, and it is only 
within the last ten days that I have begun actually to 
realise the details of days pdst as well as the present 

^Lady Waldegrave was devoted to Mr. Lear for his own 
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calamity. If I feel this, what and how much must you? 
— ^to whom life as suddenly as it were become a blank, 
and all life's double charm cut in twain? Let me, as 
well as all who love you and her memory, hope and be- 
lieve that every month and year will brighten your path 
by little and little, and that you will come to feel that 
even in sorrow there are sources of joy. 

I should like at some future time to know how much, 
if at all, you were prepared for this afflicting blow; for 
in one paper I read, " Lady Waldegrave had been for 
some time in ill health," but I do not gather thus much 
from other notices. I should also like to know how poor 
Charles Braham and Constance Braham are: likewise 
Lady Strachey. (I saw by one paper that two broth- 
ers I never heard of were at the Funeral, " Augustus 
Braham," and " Major Braham." ^ Possibly a mistake 
for Charles.) 

I have come up here for a time with my old Suliot 
servant, (who had a bad accident — a fall — ^lately) ; 
partly for his health which is mending in this wonderful 
air, and partly to relieve my own eyes by the greens and 
blue of distance over Lombard plains, instead of the 
frightful glare from the dreadful building across and be- 
fore my unfortunate villa. . . . Sufficient unto the day 
is the weevil thereof, — and I am obliged always to put 
a curb on the descriptions of my miserable bothers, which 
after all I must learn to weigh against the many friends 
and blessings which, up to Sj^xt^ I have had and 
known. • • • 

Up here we have had Lord and Lady Aberdeen, 

^Augustus Braham was Major Braham, an cider brother to 
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pleasant folk, and she singularly nice : but they went yes- 
terday. More to my gain were Dean Church of St 
Paul's,^ (Charles M. C.'s ^ brother) with various Mo- 
berleys and Coleridges, — all a " superior " lot. And the 
Dean giving me two commissions for 30 guinea drawings 
of '* Argos " and of this place, did not make his stay less 
agreeable. We have now only (of English) our San- 
remo Chaplain Fenton and his daughter : he a very good 
man — ^but narrow, and a contrast to Richard Church as 
to religious views. So the Aberdeen Haddo memories 
seem to have been, (for Lady A. gave me a memoran- 
dum of Lord H. the 5th Earl), vide the Haddo convic- 
tions that " a pursuit of art cannot be reconciled with the 
religion of Christ " 1 1 — 1 

Now, my dear Chichester, goodbye — and God bless 
you. . . . Yours affectionately, 

Lord Carlingford to Lear. 

Chbwton Priory, 

July 25, 1879. 

My dear Old Friend Lear, — I am very glad to have 
your affectionate letters — and with your genuine practical 
considerate friendship you take great trouble to arrange 
for meeting me, so as to give me the consolation of your 

* Richard William Church, Dean of St. Paul's from 187 1, 
wrote several volumes of sermons and various Essays and 

* Charles M. Church, one of Lear's ten original friends, Prin- 
dpal of Wells Theological College, 1 866-1 880. Residentiary 
Canon since 1879. Author of several works connected with 
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company. There is indeed no one I could better be with 
than yourself, but as I have telegraphed, it is impossible. 
I must stay where I am — for how long I know not — for 
everything is dark to me. I have business that ought to 
be done ; I am crushed to the earth, and have no energy 
to travel — and above all, I will not run away from my 
awful misery and suffering. I am quite alone, having 
sent Constance to Lady Strachey — and although this 
house with all its memories of love and life and happi- 
ness is dreadful, it is best for me now to bear my loss in 
this way. I see the Stracheys from time to time and 
Philpott.* Perhaps I may let my sister Harriet Urqu- 
hart come next month. This day three weeks ago she 
was alive, and I had no suspicion of danger until lo at 
night, after I had brought her up to Carlton Gardens 
from Strawberry Hill by her doctor's orders — by lo the 
next morning she was gone — she died in my arms without 
a sigh. I do not understand it yet — there was congestion 
of the lungs, but the heart failed Since 1851 I have 
been absolutely devoted to her body and soul. Since 1863 
we have been devoted to one another. I will write more 
another time. 

Yours gratefully and affectionately, 


Lord Carlingford to Lear. 

Chewton Priory. 

Aug. 21, 1879. 

A line, my dear Lear, to thank you for your letter. 
Yes, I have done best in staying here, although I suffer 
terribly. I will not withdraw my word " practical," my 

^ The Vicar of Chewton Mendip Church. A remarkable and 
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dear old friend, as applied to your friendship, which is 
ready to show itself in acts and in taking trouble. I knew 
of your very great misfortune at San Remo, but not the 
full extent of it — not how utterly the hotel had spoilt 
your house and garden. I hope you are better than 
when you wrote, and the eye mending. Don't go to New 
Zealand without full consideration. If I am alive in 
January and you are at San Remo, or to be got at else- 
where, perhaps I may see you. The Clermonts ^ came 
here yesterday — ^very kind and affectionate — but the con- 
trasts are heartbreaking. 

Lear to Carlingford. 

Sept. 9, 1879. 

I have got several good drawings of various spots, — 
old George Cocali carrying a huge portfolio as in early 
days, and sitting quite still for 2 or 3 hours at a time 
with the aid of a cigar. " George is greatly interested by 
the Life of Jesus Christ, — as set forth in the very 
curious groupes at the 14 chapels: — ^but he is exercised 
fiercely about the possible baptism of the Madonna, and 
asks me if her son baptized her, or if John the Baptist 
did? or if it were necessary to baptize her at all? " — ^To 
which I answer gravely, 

'^Eig ravrrp^ rip^ Kar6xnmr€f¥ I) dfKf>t$oXla JtrojL KaXJjfrtpa waph, ri^ 
O^ojtirrjfray — Score cl$ /i&ra rrfi EvayyAiaf iikv tvpto'K^Tfu rcoioTc 

Poor old George has got into wonderful health once 
more, — along of the Monte Generosa air and food, — 
but he is greatly aged and is no longer " come era " — 
any more than his master. . . . 

The festa of the Madonna at this place was also a 

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wonder in its way some 3 hundred thousand people from 
all parts of North Italy came up the hill, and for 
all this vast crowd there was needed no soldier 
or police whatever 1 1 I should be glad to know what 
" Protestant '* collection of such numbers can say as 

I shall be very glad to know how you are one day. I 
suppose the constant failure of the unique quickness of 
intelligence which she had, — ^must be one of the greatest 
trials (as contrasts), you have to suffer. Apart from 
the affection of one, (so suddenly divided from his other 
half as it were,) thus cruelly ended in this world, — ^the 
terrible ceasing of your intellectual comfort and sympa- 
thy with her must indeed be hard to bear. 

Of your coming south there will be time to write. 
God bless you, my dear 40scue. 

Lord Carlingford to Lear. 

Chbwton Priory. 

Oct. 6, 1879 

... I expect my R. C. sister Harriet Urquhart and 
her two girls today for a few days, before she returns to 
Montreux. She is an admirable character, with un- 
bounded powers of venerance and devotion, and no 
sense of probability or criticism. But " sacred be the 
flesh and blood, to which she links a truth divine." 

That reminds me of In Memoriam. I always was 
fond of it — ^but during these dreadful three months it has 
been constantly in my hands. I have found it soothing 
and strengthening both by its varied experience and ex- 
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trust in God and a future life which is worked out. I 
am grateful to its author, and I wish you would take an 
opportunity of telling him so. But, my dear Lear, my 
loss is terrible to bear — what you say of what I must 
feel the want of is very true, but only a part of the truth. 
Her delightfulness as a companion was only exceeded by 
her wonderful touching unselfish love. 

Lear to Carlingford. 

19. October 1879. 

The loneliness of this place now is frightful to me: 
there is no possibility of intellectual converse with Ri- 
viera people — ^who only think of money, money, money. 
I don't believe there are six of the town people who 
wouldn't believe me if I told them that Calcutta was in- 
side Madras, and both of the cities in Bombay, with 
Australia, Japan and Jamaica all distinctly seen from the 

Lear to Carlingford. 

21 December 1879. 

My dear Fortescue, — I was very glad to get yours 
of the 15th, and to hear of your plans. I can well 
understand how leaving those homes — ^particularly 
Chewton — troubles you, but nevertheless I believe the 
Move to Cannes will be the very best thing for you un- 
der all circumstances. When you get there, write to me. 
I do not think I can come to meet you there, but I will 
come to Mentone {Hotel du Pare) and we would drive 
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to be a good boy and as cheerful as possible. We will 
go and see Ceriana — ^Taggia and what not. 

In January Lord Carlingford left England for 
Cannes, for the marriage of the present editress, Lady 
Waldegrave's niece and adopted daughter, to the eldest 
son of Sir Edward Strachey. He then passed on to a 
long-promised visit to Lear at San Remo, taking rooms 
at the Hotel Londres quite near the Villa Emily. He 
saw much of Lear and took walks with him, and the two 
lonely men were mutually benefitted by this sojourn to- 
gether. But Carlingford found the horrible bugbear of 
the Hotel was really preying on Lear's mind, and wel- 
comed the building of the new villa Tennyson. He was 
called away from San Remo to Montreux by the sudden 
illness of his sister, Mrs. Urquhart. 

Lear to Lord Carlingford. 

30th March 1880 

Your letter from England, which came yesterday 
morning, was a relief, as I had fully expected from the 
manner in which Mrs. Urquhart's doctor wrote to have 
worse instead of better news. I sent her letter to Con- 
stance. She and Eddie are coming to lunch with me to- 
day, which IS very amiable of them. We are to have a 
Pilaff, a roast fowl and some squints with pears. I re- 
gret to state that they never got any marmalade, for the 
porter of the Londres to whom was committed the potly 
perquisite, declared that the pot fell down and was 
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or may not have occurred. I am also sorry to tell you 
that there is no longer any hope of my being able to 
forward to England that old gentleman who watched 
over my pease and Beans, — for 2 nights ago the wind 
blew him down, and his head and one leg came off so 
that he is not in a condition to travel. . • • 

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These young people have made themselves very agree- 
able, and George had made a good luncheon. Constance 
has read me part of your letter, which gives a better 
account of poor Mrs. Urquhart. . . • 

Lear to Lord Carlingford. 

April Phiffth 1880. 

... I have been very glad to know that Mrs. Urqu- 
hart has improved in health. ... I am always so glad 
that Sanremo was such a suitable place for you, and I 
miss you " quite too awfully " — as Baring says is the 
proper term for anything superlative. ... As for the 
pot of marmalade, Giorgio jumped to the same conclu- 
sion as yourself — viz. — ^that if the marmalade did not 
lie on the ground, the Porter did. • . • 


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April 19, 1880 

One line to tell you what will surprise you, though not 
more than it does me^ — namely that I start for Eng- 
land today, and expect to be in London tomorrow even- 
ing. I had not reminded anyone in the political world 
of my existence and really expected and hoped to be let 
alone, but a letter came two days ago from Lord Gran- 
ville hoping that I should return to public life, and vir- 
tually calling on me to do so; he also mentioned Hart- 
ington's Mashes. This letter gave me four and twenty 
hours of the most painful perplexity and struggle of 
mind that I have ever gone through, but I ended by an- 
swering that if an office were offered to me in which I 
could be useful I would not refuse to work, and hav- 
ing taken this step, I feel it would be foolish not to re- 
turn to England at once. I dread the prospect of this 
plunge more than I can tell you, but I fear still more to 
refuse an opportunity of work which comes so utterly 
unsought, — I think I should not be satisfied with myself. 
But the sense of having to decide and undertake all this 
alone is very terrible to me. Possibly nothing may be 
offered that I would take — ^we shall see. This for the 
present must not go beyond yourself. I look forward 
to seeing you in London. 

Lear to Carlingford. 

Villa Emily 

21 St April 1880 

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to you, very uneasy at not hearing from you, and think- 
ing Mrs. Urquhart might be worse, when your note of 
the 19th, came. 

My delight is not to be expressed. — I am only too 
glad there is no chance of my seeing Lord Granville or 
Lord Hartington at present, — for though I know neither 
personally I should certainly embrace them both with 
effusion. . . . 

I trust to be in London by the 27th. When you can 
write, send a line to 

care of Franklin Lushington, Esq., 
33 Norfolk Square, W. 

June ^th 1880 

Here's a shindy 1 Bush is become a Bankruppl and 
as F. Lushington ain't home I don't know what to do 
— a big paper is sent to me as a Creditor — shall I have 
to go to prison? 

Yesterday at Lady Ashburton's * I saw my " Crag 
that fronts the even " — ^let into the wall in a vast black 

* At Kingston House, Knightsbridge. 

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frame all the room being gilt leather I Never saw any- 
thing so fine of my own doing before — and walked ever 
afterwards with a nelevated and superb deportment and 
a sweet smile on everybody I met. 

June 11th 1880 

Last Saturday and Sunday I was at Bimbledon if not 
Wimbledon; with Gussie Parker and her poor husband. 
She certainly is an admirable creature, and now I know 
all the circumstances of old Lord Westbury^s marriage, 
and of her own, I admire her more than ever.* 

A good many of my drawings and paintings are sold, 
but not enough to balance my dislike of London, — ^the 
expense of coming — framing etc., etc., and my horror 
of the dark and filthy climate. 

Lord Carlingford to Lear. 

Christmas Day, 

I was glad to get your word of good wishes yester- 
day, which I return with all my heart. But anything 
approaching to joy or hope in this world at all events, 
is for me altogether impossible. . . . 

I have been reading about you lately in an old diary 
of '57, when you stayed with me at Red House,^ and 
painted there two Corfus and an Athos, and just after- 
wards I was with you more than once at Strawberry, 
and you sang one night in the gallery, lighted by a single 

^ Lord Westbury died 1873. 

^ Red House, Ardee, the residence of Mrs. Ruxton, Lord Car- 
lingford's aunt, and left to him at her death (see remarkable 
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candle, those to me now dreadful words " Oh that 'twere 
possible. After long grief and pain " — and you told me 
what a wonderfully delightful creature you thought her. 

Lear to Carlingford. 

23 Fehy 1 88 1 

George — for whom you kindly enquire, is, I am thank- 
ful to say, better in health than he has been for 3 or 4 
years — but just now in sad distress as you will hear pres- 
ently. Little Dimitri his boy is as good as he can be, 
but also very sad. . . . 

But alas 1 for good Guiseppe, my gardener for 5 years, 
— after whom you also kindly enquire; he died yester- 
day and was buried today. The loss to us is not to be 
told, for not only was he thoroughly honest, active, and 
punctual, industrious and intelligent, — ^but he was also 
constantly cheerful and obliging, and poor little Dimitri's 
only companion. Old George, who is a man by no means 
given to complimentary phrases — says — " Se mai un'uo- 
mo era quasi quasi lo stesso come un angelo, era lui." ^ 
And he says often, " in all these five years Guiseppe has 
never once had to be blamed for anything either of omis- 
sion or commission." All the town say he was the stead- 
iest and best of all the youth, and even now it seems a 
dream that we can see him again no more here. For up 
till last Saturday evening he was at work as usual, al- 
though he had a cold, — ^brought on by his unhappily hav- 
ing kept working in the rain with bare feet. On Sun- 
day this settled into Rheumatism, and on Monday Dr. 
Angelo told me he could hardly have a chance of life, as 

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Tetanus was commencing. And early on Tuesday the 
poor good lad died. 

This morning, after the funeral, I gave loo francs to 
his mother to pay all expenses of burial and Doctors, 
and I try for some consolation in losing so good a ser- 
vant, by thinking I have always treated him well. In- 
deed I know that he has been heard to say, " Mio pa- 
drone e un Signore che sarebbe un piacere di servire 
senza paga." * I am going to try another gardener — 
recommended by Pia GuUino, but we shall long miss 
merry little Giuseppe even if his successor be good, (he 
was only 21). 

4th March 1881 

Happily his place is already filled up and I hope sat- 
isfactorily, — ^by a friend of the lad who is gone, and 
who was with him at Pia GuUino's (the Florists) for 2 
years. Pia Gullino recommends this Youth (Erasmo 
Parodi), as being full of good qualities, and old George 
says — having well observed him — " Sara buono, siccome 
ha una faccia sincera, e perche lavora sempre e parla 
poco." 2 I send you a Photograph of poor Giuseppe 
which I think you may care to see if not to keep. 

Summer found the painter for the last time in England, 
amidst the bustle that he detested, paying his usual 
round of visits to the Northbrooks, Tennysons, Lush- 
ingtons, Husey Hunts, to Gussie Parker (Bethell) and 

^ " My master is a gendeman whom it would be a pleasure to 
work for without being paid for it." 

' " He will be good, as he has an honest face, and because he 
always works and docs not talk much." 


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her paralysed husband, and a host of others. London 
he found more hateful than ever, he was " horribly ex- 
asperated by the quantity of respirators or refrigerators 
or percolators or perambulators or whatever those vehi- 
cles are called that bump your legs with babies heads. 
There are also distressing Bycicles and altogether, the 
noise and confusion so bewilder me that I have little 
knowledge of my personal identity." The bankruptcy 
of the publisher, in whose hands were the Corsica and 
Nonsense books, did not improve matters, and he re- 
turned to the Riviera in no cheerful frame of mind. 

Of his new villa the faithful George writes " The new 
House he go on like one Tortoise." 

Lord Carlingford to Lear. 


April lO. 8i. 

One line to tell you myself the event which you will 
have seen reported in the papers, that W.E.G. has of- 
fered me the Cabinet place vacated by the Duke of 
Argyll's resignation of the Privy Seal. 

The sudden and unexpected coming of this invitation 
upset me more than I can tell you — and it is indeed a 
painful effort to force myself back into the world with- 
out my only, my perfect companion of the inmost heart, 
but employment is good for me, and I felt that I had no 
right to refuse. I have a most friendly welcome from 
Northbrook already. It is pleasant to think that we 
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England (you know who that is — H.G.)* yesterday — 
and never saw a man so delighted as he was at my re- 
turn to office. 

Lear to Lord Carltngford. 

Villa Emily. Sanrbmo. 
12 April. 1881. . 

I am so immensely delighted this morning to see by 
the paper that you have become Privy Seal instead of 
the Duke of Argyll.^ I had the envellope of this writ- 
ten to answer your last of March 21st., but now I am 
in such a runcible state of mind by this news, that I 
must postpone writing a regular reply for a bit. 

Besides the pleasure I have in knowing you will be in 
constant various interesting employ, and in continual con- 
tact with old friends, I am so delighted that you have so 
much higher a post than the Agricultural *' Imposition." 

Though indeed I am very imperfectly acquainted 
with what you have to do as Lord Privy Seal. One 
thing is however certain, and reflects honour on my fool- 
ish self for congratulating you — since if you had been 
Board of Trade, I might have hoped to get that board 
some day for artistic uses when you had done with it, 
whereas the Privy Seal is I suppose all gold and hamy- 
thists and hemeralds. 

My love to Northbrook and kiss the Duke of Argyll 
from me. 

* Henry Riversdale Grenfell, elected Governor of the Bank 
of England in April, 1881. He had been M.P. for Stoke-upon- 
Trent. CarUngford's greatest friend, dating back long before 
Carlingford's marriage. 

• Lord Carlingford succeeded the Duke of Argyll as Lord Privy 
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14 April 1881. 

I wrote with a ludicrous violence directly I heard of 
your acceptance of the Post the D[uke] of Argyll had 
vacated; and after two days I am still happy that you 
have done so, in so far as I feel sure that regular occu- 
pation and being again connected with so many of your 
oldest friends and of your own position, must needs do 
you good I may also (although a dirty Landscape 
Painter,) add that it is not disagreeable to me as an 
Englishman that high places should be filled by persons 
who have what your dear Lady called a " statesmanlike 
mind " — than by such as my very constant and kind 
friend the Duke of Argyll, whose mind is distinctly 
not so. 

One of my friends (who knows a good deal of events 
and men) writes: " I am sorry that Lord C[arlingford] 
is going to back Mr. G[ladstone] in measures which are 
so violent as even to have choked off the extreme Mac- 
AllumMore," — ^but I cannot altogether agree with this, 
because in the position you now occupy, it seems to me 
that you may be a means of preventing the rapid descent 
of demagogues to depths we shall not easily rise from. 

I ain't a going for to write a sermon on Politics: a 
man who is only an outsider cannot be competent to do 
so. Nevertheless one may have one's little thoughts on 
the doings of politicians, and, not to speak of observa- 
tions which she who is gone once made to me — ^just after 
the passing of the Irish Land Bill, my opinion of Mr. 
G[ladstone] as the leader of a great country has long 
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bears out Her prognostications and confirms the correct- 
ness of Her estimation of character. 

The Minister Lord Aberdeen once said: — " England, 
and perhaps other countries, will ever be governed by 
whoever can talk best and most." And my notion is 
that certain good men would not act with such a one, did 
they not conscientiously think that any Tory Govern- 
ment would be worse than any Liberal or Radical one 
could possibly be. But as I said before, landscape paint- 
ers are not bound to be Politicians, although I could not 
wholly credit Sir G. Briggs and others who loudly pro- 
claimed the impossibility (two years ago) of Mr. 
G[ladstone] wishing to take office again. And respect- 
ing the Transvaal, I cannot help seeing that Col. 
Kruger* quotes Mr. G[ladstone] as distinctly evoking 
revolutionary feelings by his Mid-Lothian speeches: — 
nor can I help reading the speeches of a well-known and 
tried Liberal, Sir J. Lubbock, as to the character of the 
Boers. Neither is my forlorn head able to shunt itself 
off from the vast mass of testimony in favour of Canda- 
har's being retained^: — and if I am told "Lord Law- 
rence thought otherwise," I cannot help reading that, 
(when Sir John L[awrence]) his opinion was complete- 
ly set aside by Lord Canning on the occasion of his rec- 

^The Boers of the Transvaal were in full revolt, the annexa- 
tion of the Transvaal was much condemned by the opponents 
of the Government. Sir J. Lubbock advocated it as a check 
to the tyranny of the Boers over the natives. Mr. Klruger at this 
time was Vice-President of the Boer leaders and Brandt 

*The Indian policy of the Government attracted more in- 
terest in the House of Lords than elsewhere, Lord Lytton and 
Lord Cranbrook advocated the retention of Candahar, whereas 
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ommending our retreat from the Punjaub, advice which 
three such men as Chamberlain, Baird Smith, and Nic- 
olson, stigmatized as playing into the hands of the muti- 
neers by lowering our prestige. 

I am glad you liked my sending you poor little Giu- 
seppe's likeness. I have put up a little tablet at his 
grave, and am much in favour of all gregarious garden- 
ers. Giuseppe's successor does very well, though he has 
not all Joseph's good qualities, what though he knows 
more names of flowers. 

I have really begun 5 of the 300 Tennyson illustra- 
tions, but as yet with little success. • • • When the 300 
drawings are done, I shall sell them for £18,000: with 
which I shall buy a chocolate coloured carriage speckled 
with gold, and driven by a coachman in green vestments 
and silver spectacles, — ^wherein, sitting on a lofty cush- 
ion composed of muffins and volumes of the Apocrypha, 
I shall disport myself all about the London parks, to the 
general satisfaction of all pious people, and the particu- 
lar joy of Chichester, Lord Carlingford and his affec- 
tionate friend, Edward Lear. 

The new Villa Tennyson is nearly done, and the old 
flower supporting arches are all removed hence and put 
up there. 8 men is a digging and a manuring all day — 
and costs i6s. a week. In the house here, abomination 
of desolation begins to show, for 56 immense cases al- 
ready hold all books and drawings. . . . 

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Note. (Queen's message to Mr. Grey) This re- 
lated to some comments of mine on Sir T. Martin's life 
of P[rince] Albert — which were shown to H. M. and 
which H. M. was pleased to say gratified hen By 
which knowledge this child was also, though very unex- 
pectedly — gratified. 

Villa Emily, 


April 15th, 1881. 

Carissimo Signore Phoca Privata, 
(which properly translated is, 
My dear Lord Privy Seal), 
I send you two photographs which I think you will like 
to have. That of old Giorgio is certainly excellent, and 
they say mine is so also. 

Villa Tennyson. 

Riviera de Genova. 

2 June. 1 88 1. 

In the intervals of business claimed by that Phoca, 
please write me only one line^ by way of good omen, 
as I want you to be one of the first to send to me in my 
new house. I left Villa Emily two days ago, and am at 
the Hotel Royal for feeding and sleeping, but go to the 
V. T. to unpack all day. George, with pots and pans 
comes on Saturday. I am somewhat better in health but 
far from well. 

If you happen to have a copy of the photograph of 
dear Lady Waldegrave — ^that with a white Parasol, I 
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P.S, I liked your speech in reply to Lord Camar* 
voiL^ The stupid papers said — "this was the first time 
Lord Carlingford had spoken as Privy Seal " ; as if you 
had been speaking constantly for two years. 

You may suppose the Farquhars visit was a great 
pleasure to me. 

Lord Carlingford to Lear. 

Balmoral Castlb. 

June 7. 8 1. 

... I write a line to send you at once my best and 
warmest wishes for the Villa Tennyson, and for your 
prosperity and happiness — at all events for your peace, 
within its walls. I did not expect to hear so soon of 
your migration having taken place. You must have an 
immense amount of trouble and labour and bother — 
which I wish you well through. At all events you have 
no longer that great white wall before your eyes — and 
you can look over the Mediterranean. 

I am looking on a very different scene — Scotch hills 
sprinkled with snow. I arrived here on duty a week ago 
today, and the weather was beautiful for some days, but 
winter has returned. The Queen is most gracious, and 
everyone kind from H. M. downwards, but I shall be de- 
lighted to get away. I hope to be in London before the 
end of the week. Even taking this as a party in a coun- 
try house, I am very unfit for it. The Castle contains 
the Princess Beatrice, Prince Leopold (whom for some 
queer reason H. M. won't have called Duke of Albany) , 

^ I can find no mention in the Times of this speech. Lord 
Carnarvon spoke on the Transvaal question on May nth, but 
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two nice little Princesses of Hesse (daughters of the 
Princess Alice), Miss Pitt, Miss Lambert, Lady Ely, 
Col. Byng, Sir H. Ponsonby etc : 

Lear to Lord Carlingford. 

Hotel Mbndrisio, 

Mendrisio. Canton Tessin 

31 July 1881. 

As I am going to try tomorrow to get up to Monte 
Generoso, and as I may tumble down halfway up and 
eggspire in spite of any help old George and his son may 
be able to give me, — I shall use up this sheet of paper, 
which has fallen out of my writing case, and which I 
knew I had begun to write on but had mislaid. 

Mostly in these days I have been thinking about dear 
Arthur P. Stanley,* and I wish I could lay my hands on 
all his letters. In one of the latest he reminds me of how 
we went together to St. Kiven's cave in Ireland ann. 
1834. And in another he says (after the death of Mary 
Stanley) " many friends send me condolences; but I ask 
myself, — should not a man to whom God has given such 
a Mother, such a Wife, and such a Sister as I have had, 
— rather look for congratulations?" 

Altogether I have not known in my life of fifty odd 
years among various characters, any one so thoroughly 
a real Christian as Arthur was. While I write comes 
a letter from your Phoca predecessor Duke of Argyll, 
chiefly about a drawing of Damascus I had sent him. 
He writes " The dear Dean is an immense loss to me as 
to hundreds of others. We shall never again see any- 

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one the least like him." The Duke says that Lady Fran- 
ces Baillie ^ lies in great danger, and I do not write as 
yet to Catherine Vaughan or Eleanor Tennyson till I 
hear how things go. 

The little bitter fools who point out that the " fuss '* 
made about A. P. S. is explained by his being of a " high 
rank " family, and that his principal claim to notice was 
his having written many " interesting and pleasing 
books," are quite welcome to their comments. The Posi- 
tivists hated him heartily, — as did such men as Bishop 
Lincoln, Denison and others, — all for similar reasons — 
viz, that he could view human nature through other than 
narrow spectacles. How for very shame Wordsworth 
— who opposed him always— could open his lips in 
praise of him I cannot understand: my own feeling is 
that the man who refused a Dissenting minister a tomb- 
stone marked " the Rev." was not fit to black the shoes 
of Dean Stanley. In many respects Arthur was not like 
a priest, for he was tolerant of all creeds and thoughts, 
which hardly any priests have ever been, — vide the In- 
quisition, Calvinism, &c. &c. &c. Catherine S. was the 
least interesting of the Alderley Rectory circle, and now 
all are gone, she only excepted, — the B[isho]p and Mrs. 
S., Mary, Owen, Arthur, and Charley. 

I have had a windfall just lately, the sale of an old 
picture by me at Christie's, — a Philoe. So I am sending 
£3 to poor little Underhill,^ who is badly off and has 
been ill. (If you hear of anyone wanting a portrait cop- 
ied, U. can do that well.) 

* Lady Frances Anne Baillie, daughter of the 7th Earl of 
Elgin, aunt of Eleanor Tennyson. She was a Lady-in-Waiting 
to H.R.H. the Duchess of Edinburgh. 

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Hotel Monte Generoso. Mendrisio 
Canton Tbssin. Switzerland 

22nd August 1881 

I was vastly pleased to get your letter of the 17th yes* 
terday, as I did not expect you to write, considering all 
the fuss you have to live in. That the Land Bill * has 
at length passed must be a great relief to you. Regard- 
ing your share in its becoming law, there seems no dif- 
ference of opinion whatever. Even one of the bitterest 
enemies of Gladstone and his Government writes to me 
^' Lord Carlingford throughout this affair has seemed to 
me as the most sensible, clearheaded, conciliating and 
statesmanlike exponent of a measure I dislike.'' I, an 
ass, have been much struck with the said qualities in your 
speeches, — ^though I do not understand the matter a bit. 

You must be right in not going into Somersetshire for 
a few days only, since you are to go to Balmoral on the 
4th. When there, if Miss Stopford is with the Q[ueen], 
you would find Sanremo a subject you could both know 
of. Miss S. passed a longish time there, and naturally 
all the donkies said she had come to look out for a house 
that H. M. could go to. But, as you are aware, San- 
remo has no privacy whatever, and the Q[ueen] could 
not possibly be comfortable in a stay there as on L. Mag- 
giore. . . . The Duke of Argyll is a kindhearted man, 

^ The Land Bill of 1870 had been a failure; in the new one the 
principle of " the three F's " — fair rents, free sale, and fixity of 
tenure — ^was conceded. The Bill was discussed for months. In 
the House of Lords the second reading was moved by Lord 
Carlingford in a very able speech; the debate having occupied the 
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and no mistake. I hope his second marriage ^ will be a 
happy one. Of dear Arthur Stanley, I must add a word, 
spite of the Duchess's opinion. In the very last letter 
he wrote, I find these words relating to my Tennyson 
illustrations : " In old Oxford days, Mrs. Grote used to 
call me, * the Poet of Ecclesiastical History,' she would 
have called you * the Painter of Poetical Topography.' " 

I know very well how sad you must continue to feel; 
but work is the very best palliative or antidote you can 
have. Even with me there are constantly cropping up 
recollections of Milady's sayings, or of her various qual- 
ities. One of those was her very extraordinary intuitive 
perception of what was beautiful in Landscape. She al- 
ways " spotted " — so to speak — the most interesting I 
had, and a few days back, as I was making a little draw- 
ing of Tor di Schiavi, I remembered how she liked that 
picture. It used to be at Chewton. 

Of Morier,^ as he is now Minister in Spain, would you 
recommend me to make a rush there, and see Granada 
and Seville &c. &c. under his ambassadorial shadow? 

I think of staying here till the second week in Sep- 
tember. ... As for old George, he is perfectly changed 
since he came up, and seems ten years younger at least. 
Speaking of age, I do not think you knew Edward Tre- 
lawny, who has just gone xt. 89, — ^the last of the trio of 
which Byron and Shelley were the other two. I used to 
see him pretty constantly formerly at dear Digby Wy- 

* The Duke of Argyll's second wife was a dau^ter of the ist 
Bishop of St. Alban's and widow of Col. the Hon. Augustus 
Henry Archibald Anson, V.C. 

* Robert Morier, an old friend of Lear's, had a long and useful 
diplomatic career; from Madrid he went to St. Petersburg as am- 
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att's, and he always talked to me a good deal because I 
knew all his haunts of Greece. Also, speaking of age, 
the late Lord Derby gave me, when I went to Rome in 
1837, an introduction to a Mr. Earle of Liverpool, then 
residing there. Mr. E. had one daughter who just then 
married a magnificent Scotch Colonel, much older than 
herself, — he being far over 50, she perhaps 30. Lady 
Georgiana Grey ^ writes to me that this same Colonel 
(Caldwell) has just taken rooms "for the summer" 
at Aix les B[ains], he being in very hearty good health 
(though blind), and in his 99th year I . . . Write 
whenever you can and whenever you can't. 

P.S. The great drawback here is the noise of chil- 
dren. There are about a hundred people at meals, and 
the row of forty little ill-conducted beasts is simply 

Villa Tennyson. Sanremo. 
i6th October 188 1 

I see by my paper of today that " Lord Carlingford 
has gone to his residence at Teddington." Now, that 
means Strawberry: I have heard for some time past 
that you are going to sell it to Brassey, but as you 
never named this to me, I took no notice of the report, 
any more than I do of all others I hear, — such as, e.ff. 
one at a table d'hote (nearly a year ago!!), when I 
heard a man loudly affirm that you were to be married 
immediately to Lady S .* 

I wish to inform you of two fax (or, if you prefer to 
spell that word, say facts), ist, do you know there was 

* Lady Georgiana Grey, sister of the 3rd Earl Grey. 

* There were many false rumours of the re-marriage of Carling- 
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an Earl of Carlingford living in Ireland not twenty 
years ago? Also that he had a daughter, " Lady Emily 
Swift" (whom my informant had frequently met). 
Both father and daughter are now dead, and only a 
few people ever called them by the above named titles, 
as the Earldom was given by James the 2nd — about 
1700 A.D. 

The 2nd of the fax is this. An acquaintance of whom 
I saw a great deal in India, and who was very amiable 
to me there, came over from Nice to lunch with me last 
week. While he was looking at some drawings, his 
profile being towards me, I was struck ** all of a heap " 
by the likeness of the eyes and upper part of the face 
to your Privy Phoca-ship. As I could not but observe 
that he remarked the manner in which I examined him, I 
thought it better to explain why I did so, as it might 
have been considered ill-bred. Whereon I said, " I was 
so struck by the likeness of the upper part of your face 
to that of a friend of mine. Lord Carlingford, that I 
could not help observing it markedly." 

Whereon, said my friend, — "Well; I don't know 
that I ever heard the likeness noticed before, but our 
great grandmother was one and the same person; so a 
family resemblance is not at all impossible." 

This individual was Lord Ralph Kerr * ; but it had 
never occurred to me that Antrim and Lothian Kerrs 
were the same lot. I wish his wife — granddaughter of 
a person who was very kind to me in former days — Sir 
Edmund (afterwards Lord Lyons) had been able to 
come here too. 

*Lord Ralph Drury Kerr heir prcs. to the Marquessate of 
Lothian, married Lady Anne Fitzalan-Howard, daughter of 14th 
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Lord Carlingford to Lear. 

Chbwton Priory 
Oct. 20. 1881 

. . . When I was on the point of being made a Peer, 
I had a letter from a Mr. Swift protesting against my 
taking the title of Carlingford. I wrote to Sir Bernard 
Burke, and he assured me that there was no one who 
had the faintest claim to it. Your discovery of a like- 
ness between Lord Ralph Kerr and myself is curious. 
The Lady Lothian^ in question (who was a Miss 
Fortescue) was a beauty, painted by Sir Joshua. My 
dear old Lady,^ when a child, lived with her for a time. 

Lear to Lord Carlingford. 

2Sd October 1881 

You won't be pleased to know that I have been ill 
again, and that the frequent fits of faintness and increas- 
ing weakness have made their impression on me. This 
morning I felt so ill that I resolved to tell old George 
how probable it is that I may be called away quite sud- 
denly, — both because I think those about one ought not 
to be left in the dark as to what goes on, and because 
I wanted him to know where my Will was to be found, 

* Elizabeth, only daughter of Chichester Fortescue, Earl of 
Dromiskin, co. Louth, by the Hon. Elizabeth Wellesley, eldest 
daughter of Richard, ist. Lord Momlngton, and aunt of Arthur, 
Duke of Wellington. 

* Anna Maria Fortescue, married W. P. Ruxton, Esq., of Red 
House, Ardee, co. Louth. Carlingford's old aunt was niece 
to Lady Lothian, being the younger daughter of her eldest 
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and to tell him it is to be held fast by him until in the 
hands of one of my three Executors, — F. Lushington, 
Bernard Husey-Hunt, or Hubert Congreve. (Mean- 
while the said Will can't be found anywhere, but I sup- 
pose will turn up some day.) Poor old George went 
to Sanremo at once, and got a tin mould in which he 
made a pudding of bread and custard no French chef 
could have surpassed, — " for," said he, " only tea, tea, 
tea is not proper." Whether from the pudding or what 
IS unknown, — ^but just at present I am most certainly 
rather better. . . • 

As for Strawberry Hill, that is only another instance 
of the folly of giving credence to reports. I, also, wish 
you could sell it, but I did not know you could do so. 
At Monte Generoso another absurd report was talked 
of, and as I was appealed to, I was obliged to reply, — 
though as to Strawberry Hill and Lady S. you may 
suppose I held my peace. Some people at table got to 
talking about A. Tennyson. ** Mrs. T." said a man, " is 
the Gardener's Daughter of his poem." Someone de- 
murred to this, and a third called to me — ^as known to 
be acquainted with A — as to whether the fact was so 
or not. " Not at all," said I, " Mrs. Tennyson was a 
Miss Selwood, a niece of Sir John Franklin." " That 
may be," said the obstinate speaker, ** for T. was mar- 
ried before the present Mrs. T's time, but the present 
Mrs. Tennyson — ^his second wife — was the gardener's 
daughter, as I am in a position to know." So I said 
no more; but, writing to Eleanor Tennyson, (who has 
written to me beautifully about her dear good Unde 
Dean Stanley) she says how amused they all are with 
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Lord Airlie's ^ death was very sad : fancy my remem- 
bering Lady A. as a little girl, and giving her drawing 
lessons. I am grieved to hear about Lord Clermont 
and Irish bother. Without going into " poltiks," I sup- 
pose everyone will allow that the wickedness of Irish 
doings for more than a year past can hardly have been 

exceeded in any mediaeval time or times. You may, or 
you may not agree with me, but as an outsider and by 
nature and habit a Liberal, I have a set feeling that 
gross and violent Radicals ought never to govern or 
help to govern any more than virulent Tories. It is 
true that an outsider cannot know the difficulties of a 
government — ^whom they should propitiate, include, or 

^ The Earl of Airb'e died suddenly on September 25th in Den- 
ver City, Colorado, where he was on a visit with his son. He 
was the 7th Earl, and had married a daughter of the and Lord 
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exclude; but that don't alter my opinion that those who 
strive to set class against class, and are as violent in 
their speech as they are crooked in their principles 
ought not — if it is possible to prevent their being so— 
to be trusted with power. . . • 

It may well be, however, that you and a few more 
conscientiously believe that the weight of your own char- 
acters outbalance the Demagogue authority. And, as 
I said before, none but those who are really behind the 
wheels and springs of governing power, can fully ac- 
count for what takes place. Puzzles is puzzles : — among 
others, the absurdity of the Opposition papers ridiculing 
the " Naval Promenade " as folly and vanity, whereas 
to me, the surrender of Dulcigno ^ appears the steady 
and well-conceived action of one of the most powerful 
ministers our country ever had, inasmuch as by the 
cession Russia was given a port on the Adriatic (or 
Mediterranean) ; for it is impossible to deny that Mon- 
tenegro—the country of savage mutilators — ^is as much 
a part of Russia as Hesse-Darmstadt is of Germany. 
(If Sir G. and Lady B. heard this said, they would 
shout with laughter and ridicule, but if you left the 

room, they would go so y^^^Ji4^ Equally a puzzle 

it is that Lord Salisbury last week said " it did not mat- 
ter to Europe one pin if Montenegro got a bit of land 
north or south " — ^whereas the position made all the 
difference possible. 

Yrs. Affey. 

Edwd. Lear. 

^A naval demonstration had failed to procure the cession of 
Dulcigno early in 1880. It was finally surrendered to the Monte- 
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Saith the Poet of Nonsense 
" Thoughts into my head do come 
Thick as flies upon a plum." 

31st October 1881 

Ten days ago, if you had been here, you would — 
as I nearly did, — have fallen off your chair for laugh- 
ing, — for all at once good old George came in, and 
standing before me said: ** Master, I come say some- 
thing." I thought it some fresh bother about his sons, 
and I said — ** Very well, George, say on." — " Master, 
/ think you take more wine than be is good to you!^^ 
said G., in almost the same words used by another friend 
twenty-four years ago. But I found that he had dis- 
covered that the shop Marsala I have been drinking to 
be half spirits. Yet, as I had drunk it with Appollinaris, 
I did not find that out. He had suspected it by its 
smell, and putting a spoonful near the fire, it all flared 
up. So I merely take one glass at lunch in one of his 
wonderfully good puddings — ^bread or rice — (my whole 
luncheon) ; and at 6.30 I have a glass or two of red 
wine of the country. This diet has evidently agreed 
with me, and I have not only got generally better, but 
have slept well. Old George is astonishingly well, and 
delighted at getting poor Nicola into his place as under- 
waiter at a small hotel — " du Midi." No father can 
ever have been more unselfish and aflFectionate than 
this good Albanian. . . . 

I have put out all my sketches of Ravenna today, to 
work from on the four oil paintings I am hoping to 
finish. The two galleries — one exactly like that at Villa 
Emily, the other a room only for the A designs — are 
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but only twelve of the Tennyson designs are at all far 
advanced. . . . The big Athos I have been altering 
greatly, and nearly destroying in parts. Do you remem- 
ber that large Ilex tree on the left? That is all painted 
out, because I found I had not studied Ilex enough for 
so important a sized effect; and instead Pinus Maritima, 
which I have studied, is to grow instead. • . . 

I knew you would not blow me up about my political 
maunderings, because you are of the few who under- 
stand this queer child. My dear Northbrook don't, and 
once wrote to me about " the Turks, of whom you think 
so highly " — meaning the Turkish Empire. Now, no 
one has ever heard me say a word in favour of the 
Turks as Government or Governors. I always " held 
them abominable." But there is a wide difference be- 
tween that opinion, and the stirring up bad and narrow 
feeling by screaming that " all Turks are unmentionable 
and brutes," and that '^ Russians are tolerant and the 
forefront of civilization." On the contrary, the mass 
of the Turkish people — ^not their governors — is honest 
and noble: and the Russian is the beau ideal of intoler- 
ance and lying. The wicked cruelties of the Russians 
have ever been kept unremarked by those who have 
yelled at facts scores of times less shocking. It is vain 
to say that Bulgaria is not Russian, and perhaps the 
outspoken raptures of extreme Gladstonian principles 
express their conditions well, — as when our low church 
parson Fenton says " Mr. G. is the person appointed to 
spread the Gospel, and in no case can he promote that 
blessing more widely than by aiding the Russians to pos- 
sess Constantinople. . . ." 

I read that you had been speaking, and rejoiced; be- 
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that exertion is the best thing for you. The life of " en- 
durance " may— or rather will, have its blessings, as 
probably She also may even now know. I must read 
Walpole again before long. When that ass, ever so long 
ago, said he " knew " you were going to marry Lady S. 
" almost directly," I felt inclined to throw a glass of 
water in his face, but providentially didn't. 

Sth November i88i 

I shall be very glad of Arnold's book.^ I had thought 
one Levi (or latterly known by some other name) was 
the Editor of the Daily Telegraph. In any case I have 
been subscriber to that paper for some twenty years, and 
have always thought it among the best published. In- 
deed I once wrote to the Editor suggesting the publica- 
tion in separate forms, of the leading articles on various 
toppix. But they paid no attention to this dirty Land- 
scape painter. 

I2th November i88i 

I am so much obliged to you for the lovely book the 
Light of Asia. I have not yet quite read it through, but 
two thirds have shown me that it is one of the most 
beautiful and noble poems of later English literature. 
Some of the descriptions are wonderful, but one must 
have been in Injy to fully appreciate many of them. 
To me, it appears to want a glossary; I and others may 
know what Devas and Rishtis and what not mean, but 
the many do not. If ever I meet with this Edwin Ar- 
nold I shall go down plump on my knees. As it is, I 
am about to turn Buddhist as fast as possible, if not 

* Sec next page. 

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sooner. With regard to the Author as the Editor of 
the Daily Telegraph I now do not wonder at the greatly 
improved calibre of that paper, which I have taken in 
since 1855.^ I have always however maintained — and 
latterly more than ever — that the D. T. is worth all 
the other papers put together for interest and originality 
combined. As a ninstance, I take up the paper of two 
or three days ago, and send what I have cut out, i.e. the 
Leading Articles, — and a bit or two— haphazard, as a 
fair specimint of the ordinary paper. (It is horridly 
true that the pestilential postman, or the newsvendor in 
London, has given a brutal smell of paint to this par- 
ticular copy, so I hope it won't make you ill.) 

I have a delightfully long letter from dear good Bar- 
ing today, from Balmoral. Distinctly there is no doubt 
Northbrook is an A. No. i man, and a friend of 
friends. I had written to him on the very day (the 8th) 
he had been writing to me, which is symphonious and 

Only think I Admiral and Lady Robinson ^ and Miss 
Louis, are all coming here (next week, I believe) for 
the whole winter. When they wrote to me of this 
(which I had no reason to expect) I stood on my head 
for four minutes successfully. I am better in health 
these four days past. 

Yours affly, 

Edward Buddh. 

* Sir Edwin Arnold, K.C.I.E., C.S.I., was on the staff of the 
Daily Telegraph from 1861, and later Editor in Chief for some 

^ Lady Robinson's yoimger sister, both dau^ters of Admiral 
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Lord Carlingford to Lear. 

Chbwton Priory. 

Dec. 21. 1881 

How are you? I must have a word with you at this 
Christmas time. I hope your bad weather has not con- 
tinued, and that you have not been without the soothing 
magic of the " soft Mediterranean shore." Sometimes 
in my desolate life I long to escape to those influences 
and still more to your companionship, but I have my 
work to do here and must endure. Besides I am always 
fancying, and fancying in vain, that something different 
from the life of the moment would be more en- 
durable. • . . 

I was glad to find that you enjoyed Edwin Arnold's 
Indian poem. I felt sure that you would. I have just 
found among my dear Lady's papers copies of his Ox- 
ford Prize Poem. How well I remember it I she heard 
him recite it in the Theatre, asked him to Nuneham, 
praised the young poet — and he dedicated his first vol- 
ume of verse to her which / to please her, received very 
favourably. Such is life and love. 

Lear to Lord Carlingford. 

12 February 1882 

All at once I find a letter of yours not marked " an- 
swered," the date being November 7, 188 1. But on 
looking at my Letter List I find I wrote on December 
21 and 25, so that I must have omitted to write an- 
swered, if not to destroy your last letter. On the whole, 
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climbed up to the top of the Palm-tree and found no fruit 
there, one can't depend upon dates. • • • 

30 March 1882 

I had hoped you might be coming to Mentone, but I 
generally find that both Newspaper reports and private 
ditto are not worth much. Lord Spencer will remember 
me as a friend of Lady Sarah's old governess, dear 
good Miss Dennett. There have been already many 
absurd rumours about H.M. coming here, and the other 
day over a hundred owly fools came up and stood all 
about my gate for more than an hour I but on finding 
that no Queen came, went away gnashing their hair and 
tearing their teeth. I hope if H.M. does come, I shall 
be told of the future event before it comes to pass, as 
it would not be pretty to be caught in old slippers and 
shirt sleeves. I dislike contact with Royalty as you 
know; being a dirty landscape painter apt only to speak 
his thoughts and not to conceal them. The other day 
when someone said, " Why do you keep your garden 
locked?" says I — "to keep out beastly German bands, 
and odious wandering Germans in general." — Says my 
friend, — " if the Q. comes to your gallery, you had bet- 
ter not say that sort of thing." Says I — " I won't if I 
can help it. . . ." 

There seems no chance of the Villa Emily's sale, . . . 
it is becoming a question whether I had not better sell 
it for £2000 rather than keep it. My former income 
of over £100 a year from £3500 in the 3 per Cents, is 
now gone, and the worry of getting money to pay weekly 
bills is not pleasant at 70 st, when one had thought to 
be high and dry above all bothers of that kind. Never- 
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son's, Walter Bethell's, and Arthur James' small com- 
missions keep me afloat, and it is quite possible that 
I may even yet tide over difficulties which at times 
seem " far from pleasant." Anyhow I have a vast deal 
to be thankful for, as the tadpole said when his tail fell 
off, but a pair of legs grew instead. . • • 

I suppose that, connected as you are with Ireland, 
and naturally cognizant with Irish politics, you have 
more on your hands and in your head than the Office 
of Privy Seal generally has to attend to. Nevertheless 
I have never had a clear idea of what the Privy Seal's 
work really is: and my last notion is that you have 
continually to superintend seal catching all round the 
Scotch and English coasts, in order to secure a Govern- 
ment monopoly of seal skin and seal calves. . • . Some- 
time back when I thought you were coming out, I wrote 
the enclosed for your bemusement. 

Phoca '' nonsense '' from Lear to Carlingford. 

Una circostanza curiosa e degna di osservazione deve 
anche esser notata, maggiormente perche un simile fatto 
non si trova nelle fasti di qualunquesia altra Corte 

Prima che gli invitati vanno alle loro camera, — dopo 
che sia partita dalla Galleria la Regina, — si vede en- 
trare, seguitato da lo domestici vestiti di lusso, il Presi- 
dente del R. Consilio, — non pero come Presidente, ma 
come Guardiano del Grande Phoca, — ^posto della piu 
alta importanza e significanza, e dato soltanto ai piu 
fidati, literati, dotti, ed amabili Signorl della Corte. 

Al fianco del Signore Guardiano, e tenuto da lui per 
mezzo di una catena d'ora, il Phoca— che non ha piedi, 
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dire, e portato a fare la conoscenza di ognl invitati. li 
moto dl questo enorme animale non si puo bene dlscri- 
vere, siccome la lingua Italiana manca parola per ben 
tradurre " fVallop " o " Flump,^^ verbi molti addatati 
al suo movimento, ma sconosciuti da noi altri in Italia. 
Molte Signore si spaventono assai la prima volta che 
vedono il Grande Phoca, ma gl'e strettamente vietato di 
strillare, cioe " scream." Quando ha fatto il giro di tutta 
la Galleria, quest'-amabile bestia si ritira di nuova a 
fVallop-flump^ insieme con il Lx)rd Guardiano ; — e prima 
di sparire, quest'ultimo da al Phoca piu di 37 Libre di 
Maccaroni, 18 bottiglie di Ciampagna, 2 beefsteak, ed 
un ballo di Lana rossa, ossia scarlet worsted, tutti quale 
cose sono portate dai 10 Domestici in lusso vestiti. 

A curious circumstance and one worthy of note must also be 
recorded, because a similar fact is not found in the ceremonies of 
any other Royal Court whatsoever. 

Before the guests go to their rooms, — after the Queen has left 
the Gallery, — ^The President of the Privy Council is seen entering, 
followed by 10 servants in livery, not however as President, but 
as Guardian of the Great Seal, — a post of the greatest importance 
and significance, and only given to the most trustworthy, learned, 
clever, and amiable gentlemen of the Court. 

By the side of the Lord Guardian, and held by him by means 
of a chain, the Seal — ^which has no feet — makes its progress all 
through the Gallery, and is so to speak, taken to make the acquaint- 
ance of all the guests. One cannot well describe the motion of 
this enormous animal, as Italian is lacking in words that adequately 
translate " WaUop," or " Flump," verbs that well suit its motion, 
but that are unknown to us Italians. Many ladies are a good deal 
frightened the first time that they see the Great Seal, but they arc 
strictly forbidden to scream. When it has been all round the Gal- 
lery, this amiable beast withdraws again with a Wallop-flump, with 
the Lord Guardian ; — ^and before retiring, the latter gives the Seal 
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beefsteaks, and a ball of scariet worsted, — all of wfaidi are broo^ 
by lo servants in livery. 

lOik AprU. 1882 

On Tuesday the 4th, Lord Spencer (having previ- 
ously written a note telling me he was coming), came 

over from Mentone at 
I p.m. Old George got 
as good a lunch as be- 
phitted the occasion, (a 
Nomlet and sardines, 
and cold Tongue,) and 
I think the President of 
the Council enjoyed it. 
He was, as always, very 
nice and cheery, and 
Spencery, and I was very 
glad to see him, all the 
more that he talked a 
good deal about you, 
who I am glad to know 
go out more nor you did. 
Naturally, he was not 
likely to speak decidedly 
either one way or the 
other about H.M.*s com- 
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likely to do so, all the rather that I had heard that most 
probably she would not, from another quarter. To you, 
who know me pretty well, I can safely say that I am 
glad she did not, for all courtier necessities are odious 
to this child. 

I suppose it was known who Lord Spencer was, for 
after his visit the most outrageously ridiculous reports 
were spread about the Q's coming to see my Gallery. 
Among the most absurd was one that old George had 
been busy for two days and two nights making immense 
quantities of Maccaroon cakes; for said the Sanremesi, 
** it is known that the Queen of England eats maccaroon 
cakes continually, and also insists on her suite doing the 
same. And there is no one in all Sanremo who can make 
maccaroon cakes except Signor Giorgio Cocali.'' I told 
George of this who laughed — a rare act on his part ; and 
said: *' to begin with, I don't even know what a macardon 
cake is like and never saw one to my knowledge." 

I shall be glad to hear you are back from Ireland, the 
which disastrous country pleaseth me not. 

May 2. 1882 

On the 15th comes, I trust, Franklin Lushington to 
stay ten days or so. After that clouds of uncertainty 
surround the future. I shall not have strength enough 
to reach Monte Generoso any more, though if I could 
do so, without doubt the air might do me good. Possibly 
I shall continue here and subside gracefully into the San- 
remo Burrowfng-ground or Cemetery. I have lately had 
another bad attack of illness, but have sprouted up again 
for the present, and work a good deal at times. . . • 

It was odd enough to talk about Tullymore with Lx)rd 
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that I am glad that you are away from Ireland, a coun- 
try which — in spite of all allowances made for the great 
sufferings it has endured for centuries from England, — 
must ever compete even with Russia (Mr. Gladstone's 
land of religious toleration and social liberty) for filthy 
and barbarous brutality. I see that Lord Spencer is 
going back as Viceroy, but I do not think anything of 
these changes, believing as I do that nothing will satisfy 
the Irish but separation from England. . . . 

I was greatly amused by your account of the Tenny- 
son visit, but not in the least surprised. The effect of the 
" talk " I do not wonder at, for he (A) is at times odi- 
ously queer and unsatisfactory, though at others the very 
contrary. . . . 

Foss the cat, having taken to sit from 5 to 8 a.m. 
under the cage of George's blackbird, since that very 
charming animal took to singing, we had very great hope 
of our cat's esthetic tendencies, and had expected even- 
tually to hear poor dear Foss warble effusively. But 
alas I it has been discovered that there is a hole in the 
lower part of Merlo's cage, and Foss's attention relates 
to pieces of biscuit falling through. 

July 2, 1882. 

Your letter of the 29th has just come, and thank you 
very much for it: it is just like you, writing directly. 

I had to write to Lord N[orthbrook] as you saw on 
the beastly Hotel business, and I thought you would 
know of poor George from him, without my troubling 
you with a separate letter, knowing how much public 
worry you must have. 

George's eldest son Nicola, st. 28, has been a great 
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letters to the Greek Consul there on the 27th and his 
unfortunate father was at length found on the hill above 
Toulon, where he had* been for three days with next to 
no food, his shoes cut to pieces, his clothes in rags, etc. 
On Friday the 30th Nicola brought the poor dear old 
fellow back here, but hardly conscious. Ameglio the 
Doctor being sent for, prescribed medicine and total quiet 
and if possible complete change. And to-day certainly 
my poor old servant is better, but in a most sad semisane 
state yet. He remembers nothing of what has passed in 
the last three weeks. I could not think of sending a 
man from whom I have had twenty-seven years of good 
service and help, either on to the world, nor into a mad- 
house, and so, as Ameglio says he will most probably re- 
cover, I am going to let Nicola take him up to Monte 
Generosa at once. They will go off at 4 a.m. to-morrow 
and sleep at Milan, and Nicola will not leave him till I 
can go up and take Dimitri. 

But I hardly think poor George can again thoroughly 
recover; and should he ever drink again he is doubtless 
lost, for all his life.^ All this fuss, you may suppose, costs 
money: but had I been obliged to send him under sur- 
veillance to Greece, that would have been far more ex- 
pensive and far more miserable. 

Intanto, naughty Lambi, who has been good enough 
since his first burst of sins, and who is out of place along 
of shut Hotels, is with me as Cook, and he cooks as well 
as his Father. Dimitri has come out most astonishingly 
in all this trouble : markets very well and rapidly, keeps 
the house in order, and is altogether good and obedient. 
So after all one has much to be thankful for, as the Centi- 

^ Owing to his troubles and ill-health he had for the first time 
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pede said when the rat bit off ninety-seven of his hundred 
legs. . . . 

I have still more to be thankful for, my health being 
MUCH better. Thanks to Dr. Hill Hassall some of 
my ailments are gone. I drink Barolo— fully as much 
" as is good for me " by way of precaution. 

With all this unexpected expense, I do not know what 
I should have done had not Lord and Lady Somers 
bought a lot of my work; and as did later on, the ever 
irrepressibly kind Northbrork; so I have not the addi- 
tional bother of worry about money at this moment. 
Lady Charles Percy's ^ death was a grief indeed to me. 
Miss Percy had been here only very lately and lunched 
with me, and took a little Venetian bottle from me to her 
mother, who wrote but a very short while back to thank 
me. She was the last of my old Roman friends — date 
1836-7. . . . 

P.S. I fancy my " Taormina Theatre " is visible now 
at 129 Wardour St, an' you had thyme 2 go and C it 

^ Anne Caroline Greathecd, granddaughter and heir of the late 
Bertie Bertie Grcathced, Esq., of Guyscliff, co. Warwick — mar- 
ried Lord Charles Percy, 8th son of the 5th Duke of Northumber- 
land, 1822. Lord Charles died 1870, Lady Charles in 1882, 
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To Lord Carlingford. 

Hotel Monte Genbroso 
Canton Ticino. Suisse 
Sist August 1882 

I OFTEN wish you would come here, if only for three 
or four days; the air is so Invigorating, and the sun- 
shine and beautiful landscape so delightful. But I know 
that can't be, — albeit I sometimes wish you were else- 
where than at Chewton, where there are so many mem- 
ories to sadden you. The Mundellas ^ are all here, and 
now the Spenser Robinsons are gone, (they are gone to 
the Sir E. Strachey's on Como), I see more of them than 
anyone. Mary (Miss Mundella) is wonderfully nice: 
it is not often one can walk long walks with a person ex- 
ceptionally lively and intelligent, yet never by any chance 
fatiguing. This place just now is not unlike the last 
Day, or universal judgment, — such heaps of unexpected 

* Anthony John Mundella, P.C., F.R.S., was Liberal M.P. for 
Sheffield from 1868, Vice-President of the Council of the Com- 
mittee on Education, 1880-1885, President of the Board of Trade, 
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persons keep, turning up. Fanny Kemble, — Mazzinrs 
widow and her second husband Professor Villari,* — 
(Mrs M. was a Miss White — ^her father once M.P. for 
Brighton)— Charles Adand M.P.— all the Webbs of 
Newstead, — three nice Ladies Hamilton (Earl Had- 
dington's daughters,) — Cross, widower of George Eliot 
or Mrs. Lewes, — Sir Somebody Baines, — Miss Courte- 
nay, etc : etc : etc : I constantly expect to see the Sultan, 
Mrs. Gladstone, Sir Joshua Reynolds and the twelve 
Apostles walk into the Hotel. . . . 

I have left off wine totally, by Dr. Has- 
salPs order, but en revanche I drink sur- 
prising quantities of beer, and shall bye 
and bye become like this. Nevertheless, 
as my health is so much improved, I shall 
go on perseveringly beerdrinking. . . . 
The villa is still unsold, though there is yet a shadow 
of a hope that it may be bought for £2500, and glad 
should I be if it were I Not that our dear good North- 
brook wants his £2000, but that I hate the thought of 
having borrowed it, notwithstanding when I did so the 
property seemed safe to sell for sec or eight thousand 
pounds. . . . You, of all persons in the world, ought 
not to wish to do anything more for me, since you have 
always shown yourself a most thoroughly kind friend, 
and, as well as Milady, have constantly assisted me. So 
even if I am in want of a penny bun to shirk starvation, 
you are by no means called on to give me one. But, . . . 
Rev. E. Cams Selwyn has just guv me a very pleasant 
commission for some small drawings, and has besides 

^Professor Pasquale Villari the celebrated Italian historian, 
married Linda, daughter of James White, and widow of Sgr. 
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bought a small copy of my big Cedars of Lebanon, long 
ago left unfinished. Thus, I shall doubtless stave over 
the autumn and winter, spite of Giorgio's wants and my 
obstinate persistence in not consigning him to perdition. 
It will not be the first time in the life of this " dirty land- 
scape painter " if he has to begin life again in a pusillani- 
mous pugnacity of pennilessness. As for the big Enoch 
Arden — I have good reasons for that apparent asininity; 
I cannot continually work on any small work— coloured 
or not, and I cannot sit idle. It is therefore absalomly 
necessary for me to have some subject of interest to grind 
upon, and that subject must be largie to save sight, or I 
could not touch it. I do not suppose I shall ever live to 
finish Enoch Arden, nor perhaps to complete my hundred 
Tennyson subjects, nor to wind up Gwalior, Argos, and 
other commenced paintings. But man can but " try," 
and the mere act of " trying " goes, I take it, a long way 
to stave off mental and fizzicle maladies. I am greatly 
surprised to hear that Strajvberry Hill is still unsold. 
I have heard it so distinctly stated that it was disposed 
of, (for such and such sums,) various times over, that 
it is a good bit since I have thought of it as a vast Amer- 
ican Hotel. I ought to have remembered the follies of 
other reports about you. (Bye the bye one paper had 
last week — " The President of the Council on leaving 
Osborne is going immediately to visit Lord Carlingford 
at Chewton.") . . . 

Augusta Bethell's husband, Adamson Parker, died 
suddenly three weeks ago, and she is now a widow. I 
wish I were not so " dam old," but I think 71-72 will 
be forse troppo avanzato. Do you take a ninterest in 
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phase of human foUy. And the divisions of opinions of 
clergy about it are so instructive. . . . 

Did I tell you that the Princess Royal (and Imperial)^ 
came up here, and recognized me? She was altogether 
quite delightful — a real Duck of a Princess. I showed 
her, her Daughter and the Crown Prinz,* all the views 
here. • • • 

My sight of one eye is gone, but t'other is as good as 
ever. . • . 

Lord Carlingford to Lear. 

Chbwton Priory, 
Sep. 29, 1882 

... I went up for a Cabinet on the day when the 
news of the battle of Tel-el-Kebir • arrived, and thought 
Northbrook looking fagged by his hard work, but the 
brilliant success in Egypt enabled him to get away to 
Scotland for a little. It is curious that you should know 
the route between Cairo and Ismailia so well. We had 
a thanksgiving prayer in church last Sunday, and Egypt 
sounded curiously Biblical — ^but such addresses to the 
Almighty are always highly unsatisfactory to my highly 
or deeply unorthodox mind. It is strange to see my clever 
and excellent sister so devoted as she is to her new church, 
anxious to get her mass whenever she can, and so on. 

^ The late Empress Frederick of Germany, at that time Crown 
Princess of Prussia. 

•Fricdrich Wilhelm, afterwards H.I.M. Frederic III., died 

•On the 13th of September Sir Garnet Wolseley defeated 
Arab! on the very spot indicated by him before leaving England 
as the scene of the decisive struggle. 


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She is however quite free from bigotry or bitterness to- 
wards those who differ from her. Next week my other 
sister, Chi Hamilton's mother, will be here — and she 
is an out and out Irish Evangelical, with whom I prob- 
ably differ as much as or more than I do with the other. 
Still the priestly system is of the two the greater hin- 
drance to human progress. The world will have to get 
on sooner or later without the belief in any supernatu- 
ral religion, but I do not see how humanity can dis- 
pense with religion of some kind. There is religion in 
your big Enoch Arden and your 150 Tennysonian sub- 
jects. . . . 

I hate my nondescript position at the Council office 
. . . which is neither satisfactory to me nor good for 
the public service. I met the worthy C. Church in Wells 
the other day, and had a chat — ^partly about you. 

Lear to Lord Carlingford. 

Villa Tennyson. Sanrbmo. 

6. October 1882 

I highly and completely agree with you about the 
thanksgivings to God for battles won: if Sir Garnet 
hadn't got Tel el Kebeer, who would have been thank- 
ful? Just now I am particularly alive to "religious" 
reasoning, Alfred Seymour having sent me a little Book 
" Christian Theology and Modern Scepticism," by the 
D[uke] of Somerset, with the very sage and moderate 
conclusions of which I cannot but mainly agree. But I, 
with you, " do not see how humanity can dispense with 
religion of some kind," — ^though for the present, it seems 
but too plain that no force or effort can greatly improve 
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is the daughter of Hmej not of authority^ and we must 
wait a long while for a general wide intellectual faith to 
permeate all minds." Perhaps when you and I are cheru- 
bim and sit on a tree above the waters of Paradise, such 

a desideratum may happen. 
Meanwhile, I agree with 
you that for my best re- 
ligion for the present is my 
hundred and fifty Tenny- 
son illustrations, of which 
I send you two autotype 

-^^ . ^ ^ copies, but not good ones 

at all.i . . . 
I wish you hadn't to go to Balmoral at this season; 
is it true, as said in many papers, that H.M. has taken 
a big villa at Antibes for the winter? If so, there may 
be a chance of seeing you here. . . . 

I am glad you saw CM. Church. You always seem 
to me to have had and to have a " nice derangement of 
epitaphs," as Mrs. Malaprop said. Proper and exact 
" epithets " always were impossible to me, as my thoughts 
are ever in advance of my words. " Worthy " Church 
is precisely what it should be, and I recall your say- 
ing of the Lord Sandwich's family that they were 
** smart people," and of old Lady S. " always civil," 
very simple terms but everybody don't apply them. 
(To be sure I remember " worthy " used very differ- 
ently by G. F. B., who used to say, " worthy ass ! " 
"worthy fool!") 

^ Of one sec the reproduction, vol. i, p. 243, " Kasr Es Saad," 
wrongly called " Goozo " ; the other was of Etna, poor, and not 
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O please, don't forget to get a small book, published 
by Blackwood, 

By Valbntinb A, Chirol. 

It is the best late account of Albania, Thessaly, Mace^ 
donia, EpiruSj etc:, etc:, written, and has greatly inter- 
ested me. 

Why don't they make a new President of the Council 
now that Lord Spencer is so definitely fixed as V[iceroy] 
of Ireland? He is a fine man, all ways, and works well, 
even in the eyes of all Polly Titians. I've left off beer 
and taken to Barolo, and not much of that: dine at i, 
and have " 2 Biled Iggs " at 7 and a biskit. (A rural 
old lady I once knew used to catechise her rustic maid- 
servants on religious subjects. "What is Baptism?" 
" Washing day, ma'am, if it comes once a week." — 
" Good God I what an answer 1 Tell me— do you know 
what is the Holy Sacrament? " " O yes. Ma'am — ^very 
well. 2 Biled Iggs with vatercresses." — " Go I for heav- 
en's sake I ") Yet this is quite true and happened in Sus- 

sex* • • • 

The "Salvation Army" — (talking of Religion) is 
one of the queerest flights of nonreason in our day. Bye 
the bye, does not Matthew Arnold's " lucidity " want — 
as a term — ^the very " lucidity " he requires? So far as I 
— xt. 70 and 6 months— can perceive, " lucidity " is the 
common want of humanity; barring a very few excep- 
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14 October 1882. (8 pjn.) 

Though I wrote as lately as the 6th, various causes 
stir — (or as we used to say in Lancashire — " incense " 
me) to write to you again. . . . Not but that I have 
written a long letter to Lushington this morning . . . 
also another to my aged sister Ellen, enclosing her a 
cheque for £5 for the benefit of my remaining brother 
Frederick who — aet. 78 — has left his home at St. Louis 
to live with his daughter at Khansas, but having quar- 
relled with his son-in-law, has set out to begin life again 
in Texas 11 — ^whereby I suppose tin must be even more 
necessary to them than to me. . . . 

Did I ask you if you had ever read a litle book " Chris- 
tian Theology and Modem Scepticism " by the Duke of 
Somerset? Alfred Seymour sent it me lately, and it has 
in it much of interest, though — ^to me at least — nothing 
of novelty. The question of how to reconcile a wow- 
supernatural religion with the wants of humanity is verily 
a difficulty not to be got over in our days. I am inclined 
now to be grateful for having no children, for if on the 
one hand I could not conscientiously teach them that the 
** Miracles '* were true, — on the other I should shrink 
from unrotting roughly all their mother-given instructions 
about the Divinity of Christ. Why the character and 
teaching of Christ should not by degrees become as 
great a support to religious people as the doctrine or 
dogma of a supernatural birth it is provoking to be 
obliged to doubt : yet perhaps they could not be so sup- 
porting as they are if stripped of their mystery. Che so 
10 ? as the fly said — ^he was an Italian fly — ^when the Hip- 
popotamus asked him what the moon was made of. 

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Letter from Lady Strachey from Sestri (Ponente) on 
their way to Cannes. I could have told them the Hotel 
at Sestri would disgust them, — but as I knew they had 
taken rooms there, I forbore to interfere. 


4 Boar to judge 4 we are sinners all. 

Good night. 

Yours paralytically. 

9 P.M. I have the nicest letter from Sir John Lub- 
bock — and must write to him — about Flies. I had writ- 
ten a long Nonsense letter about Flies to Sir John, but 
destroyed it, thinking him too busy for nonsense! But 
Mary Mundella said " No— he would be delighted I " 
So now at her request I am going to re-write the bosh ! ^ 

Sunday 15 October. 7 a.m. I think I will add half 
a sheet of persecution to the aforewritten lot, for I have 
said very little about myself, and you will like to know 
something. I find written in my diary for some days past, 
" Be thankful for good sleep and better health," and it is 
a pleasant fact that I am certainly much better than I was 
a year ago, having only had one baddish fit of fainting 
and giddiness latterly, and feeling generally stronger. 
This however by no means shut my eyes to the fact that 
I am one whole year nearer to the end — ^whatever and 
whenever that may be ; and there were times some months 

* Sec Appendix. 

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ago when I believed it to be close at hand. I cannot say 
I find any terrors in the contemplation of death ; I have 
lived to ascertain positively that much of the evil of my 
life has arisen from congenital circumstances over which 
I — as a child— could have had no control ; a good deal 
too has been the result of various ins and outs of life 
vagaries, and what is called chance — ^which chance I don't 
believe in, for if I did I must give up all idea of a God at 
all. I know also that I owe an immensity to the assist- 
ance of friends, — and neither do I put that down to 
chance. So, on the whole, I am tolerably placid and 
Abercrombical, compared with what I used to be. 

Lord Carlingford to Lear. 

Balmoral Castle 
Oct. 26. 1882. 

I have been here since last Friday. . . . The two 
ladies of the Household I found here are old friends 
of mine, and of my Lady's, Lady Churchill and Lady 
Ely. The Royalties were the Grand Duke of Hesse, 
the Duchess of Connaught, waiting for her Duke to 
come back from the war, and the permanent Princess 
Beatrice. Today has arrived Colonel Ewart,^ who com- 
manded the Household Cavalry in Egypt. Have yoa 
seen the Comet? A policeman here, who was requested 
by one of the gentlemen to call him at the right time, 
wrote to explain his not having done so— because he said, 
" masses of cumulus concealed the celestial visitor." 
There's " culture " for you. I saw it very finely one 
morning, without the cumulus. 

* Major-Gen. Sir Henry Ewart, G.C.V.O., K.C.B., served in 
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Oct. 29. 

I finish this at Hamilton Place.^ I left Balmoral on 
Friday. On Thursday Col. Ewart arrived, who com- 
manded the Life Guards in Egypt — a quiet cool soldier- 
like man. The Queen was very civil to him. After din- 
ner she rose with a glass of wine in her hand and said '' I 
drink to the health of my Household Cavalry, and wel- 
come them home after their gallant services," which was 
very nicely done. 

I suppose I shall have to stay here during a great part 
of November on account of Cabinets, but I return to the 
Priory for Christmas. You said in one of your letters 
that I was evidently more cheerful. I am so at times 
when in society, because I fall into sympathy for the mo- 
ment with what Darwin calls the environment — and a 
capital letter of yours, which I was answering, had the 
same effect, — ^but I have no joys, no hopes, no real com- 
panionship. I hate the idea of making any new begin- 
ning in life; my only aim is to use whatever remnant of 
it may be left as well as I can. I daresay idiotic reports 
of matrimonial intentions of mine reach you. I was sur- 
prised to find that Alfred Seymour believed in them, 
or hoped he might congratulate me. I think he must 
have incipient softening of the brain 1 By the way, the 
other day the Queen saw a photograph of the memorial ^ 

* During Lord Northbrook's residence at the Admiralty Carling- 
ford lived in this house, 4, Hamilton Place. It was a mutual ar- 
rangement as friends, and Lord Northbrook's desire that Carling- 
ford should at a nominal rent live there, was much appreciated by 
the latter. 

*A tablet put up by Carlingford in Chewton Church to the 
memory of his wife. The inscription by him is a most touching 
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in Chewton Church, which I had given to Lady Ely, and 
said she wished to have one and a copy of the inscription 
— about which she wrote and spoke to me in the most 
sympathetic way. 

Lear to Lord Carlingford. 

gth December 1882 

There is a long letter from you unanswered, and I 
meant to have written long ago— date so far back as 
October 26th, from Balmoral. If my letters amuse you, 
I ought all the more to write, for you have always been 
one of my best friends. Whereon I will answer your last 
at once, as the affectionate Roman Goose said concerning 
her growing gosling daughter— opportet anser. Your 
account of H.M.'s toast about the soldiers was very nice. 
Anyhow nobody can say she is not active in doing all the 
duties of Royalty in these later days — and such duties 
cannot be pleasant in themselves — at least I should think 
them a bore. . . . This letter will all be in jumps like 
a fidgetty Kangaroo, because they are putting down my 
carpet, and every fresh hammering perturbs my weak 
mind. I had a long letter from Charles M. Church the 
other day. His daughters are busted out beautiful; one 
has got a £35 Scholarship (at Cambridge, I think), the 
other is a Tutoress at some high school, whereon I, as 
her name is Ida, write — " O Tutress Ida, many scholared 
Ida 1 " C. Church says he thought you very much better 
and livelier when he last saw you. The Dean of Wells 

and Mrs. P will be here for the winter; they are at 

Bordighera now. He is a cultivated cove; she — a sister 

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seemed to me. Hardly any but these have been to my 
studio. . . . 

The new church is beginning: the beastliest uglyism 
you ever beheld — ^like a caterpillar with a cyclops' head. 
At present I go to no temple built with hands at alL I 
had hoped the Duke of Argyll 

would come, but he writes that , , *^^ 

the Duchess's health forbids. IWUiklHi!^^ 
Also the Clowes have taken a 

villa at Hyeres. The Tattons are at Mentone, and 
may come bye and bye — ditto Gussie Parker (Bethell) 
—ditto Mrs. C. Grey and Mrs. G. Clive. O yes, I 
saw the comet perpetual, and got tired of it. I wrote 
to Miss Campbell of Corsica that I saw her by its light 
quite plainly, and she had a blue and red box in her hand, 
but we could not determine if what was inside the box 
were jujube lozenges or dominoes. Hammer — ^jump. 
My garden is vastly beautiful, and if you would come 
there are lots of boughs you might sit on. The Euca- 
lyptoi are thirty feet high. My dear Franklin Lushing- 
ton came on the 8th November, and staid till the 24th — 
to my infinite pleasure. I miss him orfly. Poor old 
George, you will be glad to hear, is greatly better, in- 
deed at present quite well. I have Nicola, his eldest son, 
in my service, — an additional expense, but necessary if I 
did not resolve to cut all adrift, for I did not like to stay 
with poor George and the little Mitri only — for fear of 
any other outbreak. At present the whole Suliot family 
is at peace, for No. 2 — Lambi — I have got placed with 
the good Watsons, and they find he suits them capitally. 
I have asked Harry Strachey to come here for a little 
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topography, — anyhow an example of energy and indus- 
try at xt. 71. . . .^ 

My own health, I thank God, is much better than it 
was a year ago. I am busy — " How doth the brittle bizzy 
bee," — as Dr. Watts his name signs— on fifty large 
drawings of Corsica. . . . 

The two deaths that I have been obliged to think of 
lately, besides my possible proximate own, are those of 
Lady S. de Redcliffe,^ and Archb[isho]p Tait.» The 
latter was always most kind to me, and once said in a 
big party, when I had been singing " Home she brought 
her warrior " and people were crying — " Sir I You ought 
to have half the Laureateship I " That was in 185 1, 
when he was Dean of Carlisle. But apart from per- 
sonal motives, I look on Archb[isho]p Tait as the finest 
real Christian Ecclesiastic of our time. Lady S. you 
know I saw much of formerly. You would have choked 
to read the announcement of her death in a local Italian 
paper (I think of Genoa — ) but anyhow written by some- 
one who thinks he knows the ins and outs of English 
Literature. " E morte la celebre scrittrice Inglese, 
* Era di Ratcliffe ' — a sopra ottanti anni. Suo nome era 
' Yong,' ma in riconoscenza di suoi talenti, la Regina 

^This was the occasion which my artist brother-in-law men- 
tions in his Appreciation in vol. i. 

* Elizabeth Charlotte, Viscountess Stratford dc RedclifiFe, daugh- 
ter of Mr. James Alexander, of Summerhill, Tunbridge Wells. 
She was the 2nd wife of Viscount Stratford dc Redcliffe. 

•Archbishop Tait, made Primate by Mr. Disraeli in 1868, did 
much to extend and improve the organisation of the Church in the 
Colonies. The Lambeth Conference of 1878 met imder his aus- 
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Vittoria la fecc Viscontessa Ratcliffe. Scrisse dei bellis- 
sime romanzi fin a poco tempo fa " 1 1 1 1 1 . . .^ 

Did you see the "Promise of May"? I can't say 
I admire the new Courts of Law; the building looks 
to me too scattered and in parts meschino.^ Weather 
here, (hammer) cold, (jump) — not begun fires (ham- 
mer) yet — (jump) 

Yours (hammer) 

Affectionately (jump,) 
Ed (jump) Ward (Hammer) Lear. 

Lord Carlingford to Lear. 

Chbwton Priory 

Dec. 21. 1882 

. . . Poor Lady Stratford de R[adcliffe] I The 
Italian newspaper is wonderful. I was dull enough not 
to see the meaning of " Era di Ratcliffe " until I hap- 
pened to compare notes upon the story with A. Seymour. 
The first time I ever met Lady S. was In the Uffizzi — 
and she and her daughter would not enter the Tribune, 
on account of the naked woman who they heard lived 
there — the Venus de Medici I 

i"The celebrated English authoress, 'Era (Heir?) of Rat- 
cliffe (Redcliffe) ' is dead — at over eighty years of age. Her 
name was 'Yong' (Yonge) but in recognition of her talents, 
Queen Victoria made her Viscountess Ratcliffe. She wrote the 
most beautiful novels until quite recendy." 

* Poor, shabby. 


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Lear to Lord Carlingford. 

2Zrd December 1882 

I write, — as well as I can, — on two accounts : first to 
wish you as happy a Christmas as you can have, and 
also for every good wish to you in the New Year at hand. 
Secondly, I write to thank you for a book which came 
yesterday, and which I have already read half through, 

and I wrote above — ^^ as well as I can," because it has 
made me laugh so I can hardly see my pen or paper. It 
is a most delightful book, and a pleasant contrast to what 
I was reading but have now shunted — Crabb Robin- 
son's account of Kant, Wieland, and other German fools. 
For it is they — metaphysicians — ^who are the fools, — 
the author of Vice Versa the wise man.^ . . . 

25 December 1882 

Of all things, considering the terrible amount of suf- 
fering ordered for some inscrutable reason to be endured 

^Anstcy's" Vice Versa." 

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by us here, — of all things the most surprising to me is 
that anyone should seek to lessen or destroy such hopes 
as are also given as a balance to sorrow I We know noth- 
ing, but is that a reason we should not ding to a hope of 
reunion after death. If thirty years ago it could have 
been demonstrated to my poor sister the widow that life 
ceased with this world's life, would such certainty have 
made her more or less happy through all that time, dur- 
ing which in face she has constantly looked forward to 
seeing her husband again after death? I maintain that 
those who diminish hope are the worst enemies of human- 
ity — ^not its friends. . . . 

This morning I am trying to be thankful that my sys- 
tem of " universal Suliot benefaction " looks promising. 
George, who keeps satisfactory, has four francs apiece 
for self and three sons, to have a roast lamb etc : for din- 
ner: and all three sons have bought something as a small 
Xmas gift for their father, gloves, neckties, etc : and the 
aged Padrone adds a big pewter elephant with howdahs 
for tobacco and cigar paper. These objiks, all placed in 
a Nubian platter, arc to be carried into the kitchen by 
myself and the three sons, and I am to drink their health 
in a thimblefuU of wine. The two gardeners also I have 
given a dinner to, and frcs. lOO to the Infants' School, 
so I feel better, as the Old Lady said after she had 
brought forth twins. . . . 

I have already written that " Vice Versa " arrived 
safely: it delights me preposterously, and I fully believe 
it is all true. ... 

8 Jpril 1883 

I was very glad of your being made President of the 
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office, — must have been unsatisfactory. At the same time, 
I never liked the title — " President of the Council," be- 
cause it is vague, and should be (I think) of the Royal 
Council, or of the Council of Ministers, or what not. As 
it is, if you were old enough, it might mean you were 

President of the Council of Trent, or (as Mrs. . . 

said)— of the Economical Council of Pio Nono. . . . 
I suppose — ^by the papers — that Earl R. is to have 
your Privata Phoca, and I 
should like to porest(?) you 
carefully giving him up to your 
successor. . . . 

Some time ago I find written 

in my diary — " to whom shall I 

leave all my thirty years (or 40) 

Diaries? " And I once thought 

it should be to you; but think 

they had better be burned. . . • 

You can have no Idea how much changed I am in the 

last twelve months. As J. Lacaita once said to me — 

" Why I you are become quite an elderly aged old man! " 

I don't know what additional epithets (or epitaphs) he 

would now use. . . . 

I hope Strawberry Hill will sell well.^ If all the Fen- 
ians and the Dynamitists could be blown up with it, its 
loss would be a gain. I get sick of hearing that the 19th 
century is better than any other. • • . 

I have had crowds of acquaintance and friends here 
lately. Above all Gussie (Bethell) Parker, a great de- 
light to me. She came and sate with me daily for ten 
days, and I miss her horridly. . . . 

^ Sold eventually to Baron Stern. 

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I have lately set to music A.T.'s words, " Nightin- 
gales warbled without," — greatly to Mary Simeon's 
pleasure,^ also to Sir Harrington's and Lady S's. 

Lord Derby wrote me the kindest letter lately, asking 
me to bring drawings to England " there is plenty of 
room yet at Knowsley." . . . 

10 Juncy 1883 

I think I told you in a letter I wrote on the 3rd — ^in- 
terruptions — ^what did I tell you?^ "D d if I 

know " — as the Sentinel at the Corfu Palace was heard 
to say, when he repeated the words to his successor, " You 
are not to let anyone walk into the Palace yard of the 
President or of the Lord High Commissioner." " Which 
is which? " said the incoming Sentinel. " D d if I 
know " was the reply. 

Is Miss Stopford at Balmoral? It would be curious 
to know what she thought of Sanremo, where she staid 
some months, but (as you may suppose,) I kept aloof. 
Nevertheless if she reported at all to H.M. (who was 
then, it was rumoured absurdly, about to come here,) 
she must needs have said that Sanremo is a place the 
said Queen could not like, as there is little probability 
here of privacy, and less now even than when your Presi- 
dent Phocaship was here. • . . 

I wish you could see my garden just now! It comes 
out bouncingly all at once, early in June, and is like a 
Rainbow. ... By the bye, Bertolini's Hotel (Royal) 
is now the only place H.M. could come to here, for it is 
greatly enlarged, and the garden immensely so. Next to 
it, above me, is a huge Villa, also pretty quiet, and com- 

^ Half-sister of Sir Barrington Simeon, Bart. 
'O! I remember now, about Lord Somers. 

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municating with the Royal Hotel Gardens, this belongs 
to the rich Marsaglia and has been built since Miss Stop- 
ford was here 

Noo, just tak cair of yersell, and dinna wussel on the 
Sawbath day. 

Hotel Monte Genbroso. 
Canton Tbssin. Swtfzerland 
i8. July. 1883 

I have at last succumbed not only to Williams of 
Foord's advice which you also name and which many 
others wrote about, — ^but to the desire of various old 
friends, (Lady Goldsmid etc, etc) and have given orders 
for a change of dispensation as to the fifty Corsican views, 
which are now for sale separately for £25 each. My 
great wish was to keep the whole series together, and 
there were two ladies with £100,000 a year who I thought 
were likely to buy them ; but as I said " all things have 
suffered change.** 

I am glad (though there was no need of your addi- 
tional kindness) that you have the Corfu Citadel and 
Campagna, but particularly so that the Platoea walls have 
become yours, as the drawing is made from the very 
last sketch I made before my disablement by fever at 
Thebes in 1848. I made the original drawing in com- 
pany of Charles Church of Wells, who afterwards was 
with me all through my bad illness. • . . 

There are people here who say your Government are 
going out, along of Madagascar, Suez Canals, New 
Guinea, Mr. Chamberlain's virulence, and other causes. 
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be that you may rush oS to Lucerne and through the 
tunnel to Lugano and Mendrisio and up here. So in that 
sense I should like you to be free. The end of my stay 
at Sanremo was also distressing: 111 myself and very 
feeble, poor old George was much worse, from Bronchitis 
and other miseries. I sent him with his eldest son to 
Mendrisio, but the rain of all June made him still worse, 
and it is only since he came up here on the 4th that there 
are any signs of amendment. I am however obliged to 
prepare myself for believing that he can never again be 
well, and his change for the worse is a daily distress to me. 
Yet, whatever happens, I choose to keep on in the path 
I laid down for myself to follow, nor will I allow the 
help and fidelity with which for thirty years he has served 
me, to be forgotten because he is now helpless and old. 
Happily the sale of my work enables me to go to more 
expense than I otherwise could hope to do. . . . 

I was sorry I bothered you with letters at Balmoral. 
But I thought you were there for a longer time. Miss 
Stopford was for a period, but she did not know this 

The word Peeriod reminds me that Earl Mulgrave ^ 
is a coming to be our new chaplain at the new Sanremo 
church. One here suggests that he should preach in an 
Earl's-by-Courtesy Coronet, and so get huge subscrip- 
tions. . . . 

Write when you can, or even when you can't. 

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Hotel Monte Generoso. Mendrisio. 
Canton Ticino. 


Aug. 2nd 1883 

. . . Although my own health is better, I am daily 
in greater distress by seeing my poor old servant Giorgio 
Cocali suflFer so terribly. They (Doctors) say there is 
no chance of his living, and It is a question of time as to 
his remaining alive, — ^the constant coughing and bron- 
chial attacks, and terrible weakness considered. Never- 
theless, I cannot send him down to the hot Riviera, 
(which would at once prove fatal), although the weather 
here is so cold that he is almost always obliged to keep 
his bed. His eldest son is always with him, and his 
youngest looks after me, who, what with bad fits of gid- 
diness at times etc: etc:— dare not walk out any longer 
alone. . . . 

Vila Emily, it really seems, is about to be let, for some 
sort of a collegiate concatenation. The " doing of it up ** 

•^ Cy AJ.MAd^^^dtSf^t,. ) 

will cost possibly more than the rent I should get. It is 
odd that both you and I (in such diflferent phases of 
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elephant House. As for Strawberry Hill, I should like 
to know about the sale. . • . 

5.30 a.m. August 8. 1883 

This is to say, my dear good servant and friend 
George died, quite calmly, an hour ago. 

He is to be buried at Mendrisio, by the Milan English 
Protestant chaplain. 

Please write to me. 

Villa Tennyson 

19 October 1 883 

You had better keep President of the Council if so be 
you ain't Privy Seal also. That creature's life is a dreary 
mystery to me ; but I have already offered you the use of 
my large cistern if you will send him out. — My two Suli- 
ots should take good care of him. 

. . . The marriage of Lord Norreys * to Miss Dor- 
mer I saw in the papers, but, supposing old Lord Abing- 
don to have died ages ago, I imagined that the bride- 
groom was the son of the Lord Norreys I used to meet 
— for he must have a boy over twenty — . . . one day 
at Strawberry he declared dogmatically that the Greek 
Church always read the Athanasian creed in their 
church, which I knew they never did. And, although I 
quoted Arthur Stanley (who, it so happened, had just 
written to me on the subject) it was voted that I knew 
nothing of the matter, i.e. that I being a Landscape- 
painter was necessarily a fool, and that he, being an 
Earl's son was necessarily in the right. So, knowing 

* The present Earl of Abingdon, son of the 6th Earl, married 
in 1883 Gwendoline, daughter of Lieut.-Gcn. Hon. Sir J. C. 
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my antagonist, I succumbed to circumstances in cerulean 

I was kept au fait as to all the Copenhagen voyage. 
The poems read to the Royalties by A were " The Grand- 
mother " and " Blow, bugle, blowl " 

There must have been more than a slight resemblance 
between A. Trollope and myself, as I have long been con- 
tinually spoken to as " A. Trollope " — both in London 
and abroad. Anyhow we must have been very much 
alike in fizziognomy if not otherwise. 

You will be glad to know that, although the death 
of my dear good servant has been and will be always 
a sorrow, yet his two sons do all in their power to fill 
their Father's place. A says somewhere, " tyranny tyr- 
anny breeds " — and I suppose " kindness kindness 
breeds,*' for I have always done all I could for poor 
George and his family, as indeed I ought, for no one but 
myself knows what and how much I have owed to him 
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FOR this final chapter I have taken at random char- 
acteristic letters written by the painter during the 
last four years of his life. Almost to the end they show 
the same unfailing interest in life, the same minuteness, 
and the same whimsical humour. 

Lear to Lord Carlingford. 

Oct. 29. 1883 

... I wonder if you saw my big Kunchinjunga at 
Lord Aberdare's, and if you thought it looked well. 
Henry Bruce has always been one of my steadiest friends. 
So has Alfred Seymour — from whom comes a letter to- 
day from Knoyle : they all go to Algiers for the winter. 
I imagine I owe him a very nice notice of " Meeself 
and mee works " which was in the ** World " of August 
15th last ^ (No. 476). It is well that Wardour Street 
and my Corsican views should be indicated to people in 

*A flattering paragraph in "What the World Sa3rs" on his 
G)rsican views then on view at Messrs. Ford and Dickinson's, 
Wardour Street 


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general, as old friends cannot go on always bu3ring, but 
I have always to go on eating. 

As for your want of energy — non ci credo. But re- 
garding your difficulty about Privy Seal or Privy Council 
paper, I earnestly recommend you to gum a half sheet 
of each together, and so write on both at once, to which 
advice I hear you mutter " Gum ! gum I gum I this is too 
bad I " — Nevertheless, I constantly reflect on the condi- 
tion of that seal itself, and wonder how you get the crea- 
ture to Balmoral, for it cannot live so many hours without 
water, and yet the boiler of the engine must be too hot 
for it. I imagine therefore that you take him either in an 
indiarubber bag or a tub-box, in the ** reserved " car- 
riage in which you travel. 

Please observe the handwriting of my address to you. 
I would ask you to show it to H.M. as a specimen of 
how one of her subjects can write at 72 at, and as an ex- 
ample, only it happens that H.M. writes a really legible 
and beautiful hand herself, which all her subjects 
don't. . . . 

I am working at a big Esa^ and at 

" Moonlight on still waters between walls 
Of gleaming granite in a shadowy pass." 

But life — were it not for hard occupation and wandering 
in the garden would be very slow, and I sometimes wish 
that I myself were a bit of gleaming granite or a pome- 
granite or a poodle or a pumkin. 


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Lord Carlingford to Lear. 

Balmoral Castlb 

Nov. 5. 1883 

. . . The Privy Seal has not accompanied me here, 
but is left in charge of an old clerk (at the Privy Seal 
Office, 8 Richmond Terrace) who thinks his duties the 
most important under Government. My communications 
with him are limited, because he is stone deaf, but I give 
him his written directions to affix the seal to a Patent 
of Peerage or Baronetage, or Office, or Crown Living 
etc: and then he takes a lump of wax, and a great silver 
seal out of a box, and he seals the document, and this 
goes to the Chancellor, and he affixes the Great Seal. It 
is all a piece of solemn trifling. . . . 

The Queen is much better, in good spirits, but does 
not walk or stand much yet. She is very gracious and 
kind. ... I made H.M. laugh about my fair name- 
sake. Miss Fortescue ^ (really Miss Finney) who danced 
and sang as a Fairy in " lolanthe " at the Gaiety on Sat- 
urday, and next day had a Sunday dinner with Lady 
C s, an awful woman who has never set her foot in- 
side a theatre in her life. 

Lear to Lord Carlingford. 

Villa Tbnnyson. Sanrbmo. 

23 December 1883. 

Besides that it is the season for sending good wishes, 
it is time to reply to your Balmoral letter of Nov. 5, 
which pleased me vastly. 

* " Miss Fortescue," the actress. Fortescue was interested by 
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Thank the Lord that you are not a Centipede ! a bust 
of gratitude I feel every Sunday morning because on that 
day happens the weekly cutting of toenails and general 
arrangement of toes, — and if that is a bore with ten toes, 
what would it have been if it had been the will of Heaven 
to make up with a hundred feet, instead of only two — 
i.e. with five hundred toenails? It has been before now 
a subject of placid reflection and conjecture to me, as to 
whether Sovereigns, Princes, Dukes and even Peers gen- 
erally—cut their own toenails. It is useless to think of 
asking hereditary Peery individuals about this as they 
are brought up to recognise facts as so to speak imper- 
sonal and beyond remark: but it is possible that I may 
find out some day if A will continue this odious annoy- 
ance after he is entitled to wear a coronet. Concerning 
the Tennyson D'Eyncourt peerage, you may suppose I 
have plenty of communication; and I daresay you know 
as well as I do that it was a particular desire of H.M. 
that she should bestow it, — though I have actually heard 
people say that she did not wish it, but was persuaded by 
M. W. E. G[ladstone], who initiated the whole abooo! 

As regards myself and my own health, I cannot tell 
you much good. I had a bad fit or attack after I wrote 
last, and fell — ^happily — in my garden, — remaining in- 
sensible for some time. Since then I have had no other 
similar shock, but only threatenings of paralysis. I rarely 
go out beyond my own villa, and am quite prepared for 
a sudden departure at any time — regretting only that I 
cannot leave, as I had with justice hoped to do— my 
worldly affairs in order. As to my daily comfort, the 
two sons of poor dear George leave me nothing to wish 
for. The elder, who cooks famously after my fashion, 
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and must fail of consumption unless great care is taken 
that no fresh cold is incurred. . . . 

But the great and constant worry of my life is that 
Villa Emily. . . . Last Autumn it was let to people for 
a school, but they — shaving furnished and inhabiting it, 
declare their utter inability to pay a farthing of rentt 
Whether they are swindlers or not is what I cannot de- 
termine, but the result is the same, honest or the contrary. 
As the villa was mortgaged for £2000 to our dear good 
kind Northbrook three years back, when there was every 
prospect of its sale for £5000 or £6000, and when no 
one could have foreseen so brutal an increase of wicked 
injury, you may suppose how miserable I am about it. 
. . . Frank Lushington's letters once a week are a com- 
fort. Yesterday his godson. Sir Henry Maine's ^ son 
brought me an introduction. . . .(Concerning godsons, 
one Mr. Jones here had this announcement made to him 
by a waiter — "Sir, one gentleman wishes to see you; 
he says he is the Son of God belonging to your friend 
Mr. Smith I!") . . . 

All you say of Queen Victoria interests me greatly, 
as I think her one of the best and most remarkable of 
living women. The letters of H.R.H. Princess Alice 
— just published — ^to such a mother, are invaluable as 
characteristic of both parties. . . . 

Now that the Phoca is known to be Irish, could you 
not send the creature to Dublin, and come over here for 
a week? You can have two rooms in V[illa] T[enny- 
son] to yourself. 

* Sir Henry James Sumner Maine, Law Member of Supreme 
Council of India 1 862-1 869, in 187 1 became a Member of Council 
of the Secretary of State for India. 


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Why should the Ilbeit Bill ^ be called the Filbert PiU? 
Because many people think it hard to crack and unpleas- 
ant to swallow. 

Lord Carlingford to Lear. 

Chewton Priory 

Dec. 27, 1883 

. . . About the Tennyson Peerage my mind is rather 
confused and perplexed, but I shall say nothing against it, 
and so far as the House of Lords is concerned, I think 
it an honour. I did not know that the Queen had origi- 
nated it. She told me once that he had refused to come 
and see her, because he didn't know how to make a bow ! 

Lear to Lord Carlingford. 

7 January 1884, (8 p.m.) 

Your very welcome letter of December 27th was a 
great pleasure to this child, whose chief food mental in 
these days is letters, — for the grasshopper has become 
a burden, and the quick-pace downhill transit to indiffer- 
ence and final apathy is more and more discernible as 
month follows month. Yet that fact does not fully ac- 
count for the perversity of my nose busting out a-bleed- 
ing at this moment — as prevents my going on writing for 
a time and times and perhaps half a time. 

8.30. I have " backbecome," as old Mr. Kestner * 
used to say — and begin to write again, but it is late and 
I shall soon shut up altogether. I am going to make a 

*A bill which would render Europeans in India liable to be 
tried by qualified native judges. 

* Chevalier Kestner, a well-known figure in Roman society of 
the forties and fifties. 


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remark, which is as follows. Your sincerity and plain 
straightforwardness, (which I have for so many years 
known of) have never been more pleasant to me than 
when you wrote, " I see that you feel yourself feeble in 
some respects, and that your health and life are precari- 
ous." Now this is what I call valuable and truthful 
writing; yet many of my really kind friends write — " 01 
what nonsense I Seventy-two is no agel — I have an 
uncle ninety-five — " and so on — " vacant chaff well meant 
for grain " indeed ! It may please God that I live on for 
years, but I choose rather to prepare for a shorter period 
of life. And bye the bye, is not your 6ist birthday just 
about now? January ist is my dear Frank Lushington's 
— also 6 1 : Northbrook, I think, is one if not two years 
younger. But what are these " little differences." In a 
very short time these units and tens and twentys are all 
equally nil. (O criky ! will the " ridiculous " never leave 

me?) Have you never heard of Emily F or Miss 

G or some female shrieker lecturing on the equality 

of the sexes, and saying — " The sexes are intrinsically 
equal, spite of some little differences," — whereon arose 
a roar of " Hurrah I for their little differences 1 1 " — ^and 
after vain efforts to speak again, the shouters of " viva 
the little differences! " finally won the day, and the Lady 
Lecturer collapsed. . . . 

Here follows another interruption — ^post — long and 
very nice letter from Wilkie Collins — and other mis- 
sives. . . . 

The little book by T. H. Green * came three days ago ; 

* T. H. Green, the philosopher. Lear probably refers here to 
the " Prolegomena to Ethics," left incomplete at Green's death, 
and published in 1883. He married a sister of John Addington 
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many thanks for it I do not however as yet think that 
it suits my " fixings " as it does yours — ^which is a rare 
case regarding our inter-possessed notions. Perhaps the 
style confuses me ; or perhaps — which is much more prob- 
able — I, being an Ass, cannot well appreciate it I can- 
not build up lines of Faith-architecture (so to speak ) 
on a substratum of Dogma I can't believe, or understand. 
It is vexatious even to touch on subjects of this sort so 
flippantly: if you were here for about forty-eight years, 
and we were both well and illustrious and pomsidillious, 
— better times might happen. 

Regarding Tennyson and the Peerage. (Have you 
seen a perfect (and good natured) caricature in Punch 
about it? It has been sent to me, and A*s " Hat " is a 
miracle of absurd accuracy. How often have we jeered 
about that Hat I) You may suppose that I have had 
heaps of letters on the subject: one — from a person I 
shan't name, — nearly busts me with its f oUy^ — " What 1 
make a man a Peer because he has written a few verses// 
What enmy of this has persuaded the Queen to make him 
so ridiculous?" I don't envy your fogs. Figs — even 
frogs — would be better. . . . 

Once more (and it is high time) I paws. . 8.50 P.M. 

o p»fn, 
21 January 1884. 

If you will start oif at once so as to get here while 
this weather lasts, you shall have my two volumes of 
Lodge if you are a good boy to read all day, which you 
can do in your room, looking out on the sounding sylla- 
bub sea and the obvious octagonal ocean; and bye and 
bye I will alter my garden so as to give room for a water- 
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brance of you, a live Phoca shall ever dwell, and I will 
observe it from the brink of the 

(I am reading the Seven against Thebes in Greek 
just now, which will account for my Hellenic proclivities. 

One Rev. W. Gumey, now chaplain at Milan, erst Head 
Master of Doncaster School, who buried my poor dear 
George at Mendrisio, is a going for to send me a pum- 
phlett he has written on them toppix.) 

I must stop now, as the watch said when the little boy 
filled it full of treacle. Good-night. 

Did I send you these two riddles. Why could not 
Eve have the measles? Because she'd A dam (had 'em.) 
And "Is life worth the living?" — "That depends on 
the liver." (translated by Decky, " La vie, en vaut elle la 
peine? Ca depend de la foi (foie) ") Good-night. 
Amen. • . . 

♦ ♦ ♦ 4c « « 

I do certainly wish you could go to Stratton : N [orth- 
brook] is seen there to best of all advantage, as is Lady 
Enmia, of which I have the highest opinion: she has 
never changed a bit since she was ten years old, or five 
for the matter of that. I must write to her presently, as 
she has sent me an absurd Xmas card for my cat Foss. 
I fully enter into all you say as to your goings into " So- 
ciety." The Sandringham visit I do not doubt was good 
for you : for, if, as I think, work is the best solace for 
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are also its best conditions, and of such are attendance on 
Royalty etc, however in themselves such necessities are 
distasteful. I, as you know, detest the Conventionalities 
of Royal life, and am thankful I never was much con- 
nected therewith: but the " career '* (as Bowen * used to 
say — ^bye the bye, how queer his Canton life and Hong 
Kong I) of a public man cannot be shirked. Next in 
order in your letter arc your remarks on being left alone, 
and milady's death. The longer I live the more I think 
I perceive the spaces of this life to be inexpressibly trivial 
and small, and that, if there be a life beyond this, our 
present existence is merely a trifle in comparison with 
what may be beyond. And that there is a life beyond 
this it seems to me the greatest of absurdities to deny, or 
even to doubt of. Next you copy the words written by 
the Q[ueen],^ who to my mind, is one of the most re- 
markable women of this century or perhaps any other. 
The message sent is absolutely beautiful and touching^ 
and real, for she has, I am well aware, no idea of show- 
display, or of affectation, or sham. She is a true and fine 

* Sir George Ferguson Bowen, G.C.M.G., held various higji 
posts in Australia and New Zealand, was Governor and Com- 
mander-in-Chief of the Mauritius, 1 879-1 883, since when he was 
Governor of Hong-Kong. His wife was a daughter of H.H. 
Count Candiano di Roma, late President of the Ionian Senate. 
It was in Corfu, when he was Chief Secretary to the Lord High 
Commissioner, that Lear knew him. 

* From a letter from H.M. Queen Victoria, Osborne, January 

3, 1884:— 

..." The Queen does not wish Lord Carlingford ' a happy 
New Year,' for that is a mockery to those in grief as she has 
known now for many a year, but she wishes him peace, patience, 
and courage to bear the heavy Cross, and the power to realize 
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woman in every respect, whether Queen, wife, mother or 
honest worker-out of her life, daily and hourly in either 
position. I daresay you can imagine that I know much 
more of Court life than many would suppose: for if you 
recall how very many persons about Q[ueen] [Victoria] 
I have known, and if you reflect that the closest holders 
of secrets are apt to tell their husbands or beloveds or 
sisters, and that those husbands and beloveds and sisters 
confide to third persons what is generally supposed to be 
" unknown " — ^you cannot wonder that much of truth 
filters out. Meanwhile, the sentence beginning '' she does 
not wish " etc, etc, is one of extreme pathos and beauty. 
I don't know if it is proper to call a sovereign a duck, 
but I cannot help thinking H. M. a dear and absolute 
duck, and I hope she may live yet thirty or forty more 
years, for every year she lives will be a blessing to her 
country. You, I need not say, may be sure that I repeat 
nothing of what you write: but after what I have written 
you may understand how I loathe such animals as, • • • 
who covertly aid in the progress of republican principles 
and the downfall of monarchy. As a rule I avoid writing 
on Poltix but now and then I cannot help alluding to 
them : for the present I shall only say, in the remarkable 
words of a Mrs. Malaprop here, " The present Govern- 
ment is one of vaccination and no policy; nor does it ever 
act with derision until it is obliged to do so by some dread- 
ful Cataplasm. . . ." 

When " Grand old men " persist in folly 
In slaughtering men and chopping trees, 

What art can soothe the melancholy 

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The only way their wrath to cover 
To let mankind know who's to blame-o- 

Is first to rush by train to Dover 
And then straight onward to Sanremo. 

I have often seen in lists of dinners, " Cabinet pud- 
dings. ** named Now what I have a painful curiosity to 
know is whether all your Cabinet Ministers have such a 
pudding placed before you at Cabinet Councils, and if 
W. E. G. has a huge big one at the head of the table. 
Respond — this being an important philopobostrogotrob- 
bicle question* • . • 

27. January 1884. 

Here is one more scrawl from your troublesome old 
Landskipper. I don't much like bothering you, yet as 
something particularly disgusting has happened, I wish 
you to know of it The people who took Villa Emily 
for a school have come to utter grief and have absconded, 
pajTing me £4 only out of the £100 due, and having had 
all their furniture seized and carried off by the trades- 
men of Sanremo who supplied it One of the partners 
sends the key of the Villa to the Agent, and begs that I 
may be informed that any effort to be repaid is useless 
on my part, as they have no money whatsoever. Some 
tii^e back, I went to Villa Emily with an old friend (sis- 
ter of Sir Erskine Perry) and looked at all the rooms, 
and when I was going away I said, '' But, Miss Wilkin, 
how about your rent? " Whereon Miss W. busted into 
tiers, and there was a scene. Said I to Miss P. when we 
were outside — " What do you think of them? " " They 
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seems they are both. Beyond a doubt it has been dis- 
graceful to the agent to have let the house to any people 
without proper references, and without having a sum 
paid down. . • . 

28 February 1884 

I should like you to know as soon as possible, that 
I have sold the Villa Emily. I considered the matter 
thoroughly, and finally came to the conclusion that a 
great and serious present loss is more easily to be en- 
dured than an indefinitely greater one in the future^ ag- 
gravated meanwhile by constant necessities of tax and 
repair payings. So I sold the poor old place, and it now 
belongs to the highly pious and exalted Miss Macdonald 
Lockhart, who has bought it for some carrotable institoo- 

I very much wish Northbrook could be told this, but 
I do not like to write to him, because I know — along of 
Suakim^ etc: he must at this, moment have no need of 
extra bother. But if you have a Nopportunity, tell him 
the fulginous and filthy fact. I will write to him bye and 

I am reading A. Hayward's essays ^ with great pleas- 

^ Baker Pasha's forces were routed at Suakim, proving the 
hopelessness of the attempt to preserve the Soudan for the Egyp- 
tians and the uselessness of the native army. Lord Salisbury pro- 
posed a Vote of Censure in the House of Lords, which was carried 
by a majority of 100, whereas Sir S. Northcote's resolution was 
defeated by a larger majority in the lower House. 

* Abraham Hayward, the essayist, founder of the Law Maga- 
ziney a brilliant conversationalist, died in February, 1884. Lear is 
referring here to his " Selected Essays " or his " Biographical and 
Critical Essays." He was an habitue of Strawberry Hill and Lady 
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ure. What stupidity to say — as some write — that his 
faculty of " dining out " and his " conversation " were 
the principally remarkable points of his character. 

May not A. Tennyson's 

" Too late ' Too late ! " be adopted as your " grand 
old man's" motto? Anyhow his supporters, Goschen, 
Forster, Cowan and Marriott seem to think so. 

P.S. The V.E. property was sold for a shockingly 
small sum : but if it was to be sold, the sooner the better. 

It is rather odd that both you and I have had to be 
bothered by house sales late in life! whereas in early 
days — 

" No house had we whatever 
except our covering " — skin 

for in those days even Redhouse was not yours. 


24th March 1884 

. . . This morning I wrote out the eggstrax from 
my Diary of 1862, thinking they would amuse you. I 
am not up to writing much tonight, and cannot answer 
your kind letter : how you can find time to think of me, 
I can't imagine. There are lots to say, but as usual I can't 
write all at present. The history of the eggstrax is 
curious, and relates to rather a disagreeable incident, 
which caused me to rummage over several years of Diary, 
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back two ladies came here, and one began to speak about 
Miladi very disparagingly, and so-— not a difficult matter 
— I lost my temper. Said this lady — " After all, Lady 
Waldegrave was only an ordinary person as to mind: 
has anybody ever remembered anything that made any 
impression and could be recollected? " I was such a fool 
as to flare up and say '' Yes, she didl She said of the 
man you have been holding up as the particular great man 
of the country — * He is no statesman, and has nothing 
of a statesmanlike mindl ' " I was sorry for having been 
so outspoken, but my having been so was the cause of my 
rummaging over various years of diary, and certainly I 
found I was quite within the mark, — ^not only then but 
at another time, as to the Irish Church Bill. 

These diaries are vastly funny and interesting to me, 
but could not be as much so to anybody else, as so much 
more is understood by myself than written. In these last 
rummagings I have come on a deal of interest in many 

I must stop now, as it is 8.45, and poor Dimitri has to 
take my lamp and bring me some tea. I say '' poor '* 
Dimitri, as he must soon be the last of his race; Nicola, 
poor George's eldest son, one of the steadiest and most 
active fellows, and who was so good and attentive during 
the last two sad years of his Father's life, is slowly dy- 
ing of consumption. He cannot ultimately recover, but 
I intend to take every care of him till the end comes — if 
indeed it comes to him before it comes to myself. Good 

25th March 1884. 7 a.m. 

... As for your Government, I never " devoutly 
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is most objectionable, nor do I for this quote Lord Ran- 
dolph, Salisbury or any of the Opposition, but only your 
own supporters, — Forster, Goschen, Cowan, Marriott, 
etc; etc; I am as sensible as you can be of the immense 
difficulty of forming a powerful Ministry seeing that the 
materials and circumstances are against you. I do not 
think Salisbury or Northcote could succeed. Had Har 
tingdon been less a shilly shally man in all but Gladstone 
worship, he would be the rightest man to succeed, together 
with yourself and Derby, whose future I believe will al- 
ways increase in power. As for you, you appear to me 
the one of the lot who has most straightforward dignity 
and quiet, and you are a wonderful contrast to the uni- 
versal talent that can be good at Exchequer Chancellor- 
ship, jam, treecutting, and anti-papal writing, not to speak 
of fanatical Greek Church proclivities. 

As for your medical and Cattle Bills, I do not under- 
stand them and don't try to. Years ago, when it was pro- 
posed by some talkers to have a Coalition Cabinet, it was 
pointed out that if W. E. G. were in it nominally any- 
where, he would be by his violence and temperament 
always really at the top; but I, as a dirty Landscape- 
painter, do not feel sure that the extreme party should 
not have been challenged to do their worst, — yet naturally 
I may be quite wrong, as I cannot as an outsider, judge 
of what may really have been the insurmountable difficul- 
ties of the case. Had you but been here when poor Lord 
F. Cavendish ^ was, and heard him say that " the most 

* Lord Frederick Cavendish, younger brother of the Marquis 
of Hartington, eighth Duke of Devonshire, who succeeded Mr. 
Forster as Chief Secretary for Ireland, was murdered in the 
Phoenix Park with Mr. Burke on the day of his arrival in Dub- 
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impossible of all things was for the Grand old man ever 
to take office again 111" ... If old Lord Aberdeen's 
Ghost looks on, he may find comfort in the fulfilment of 
his dictum, '^ He who can talk most will assuredly get 
most power," — talk he sense or nonsense. . . . 

My diary of 1862 is full of you, as indeed are those 
of many other years. I cannot understand how such an 
asinine beetle as myself could ever have made such friends 
as I have. . . . Anyhow, the immense variety of class 
and caste which I daily came in contact with in those days, 
would be a curious fact even in the life of a fool. Of 
Northbrook it is a pleasure to find I have always — from 
1847 — written in the same way. 


May 24th 1862 

On board the Marathon Liverpool steamer, from 
Corfu to Malta, I asked the fat Scotch stewardess, — 
" As you frequently stay here all about these ports, do 
you get fever? " " O Sir," said she, with the strongest 
accent, " I have fevers daily and nightly : the Lord God 
Almighty sends me fevers, even when I don't pray for 
them, and I am proud to think few is so highly fevered." 
— ^By which I found she mistook fevers for favours. But 
she suddenly went on — (Lady Valsamachi was on board) 
— " But Sir, is yon leddy the widdy of Bishop Heber or 
his daughter?" "She is 'is widow," said L "His 
widdy I And is it true then that she, a Christian Leddy 
could marry a Heathen Greek 11 And such a backsleed- 
ing and downcoming after having been jined to one as 
has written such imms as the Bishop writ, which it is my 
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pestilential Glasgow Pharisaism and be bothered to 
you you old fool. 

i6. April, 1884. 

* Your very kind letter of the 12th., just come. I con- 
tinue to keep getting a little better, but very slowly: 
and I can sit up two or three hours. Nicola feeds me very 
carefully and the other Suliot is as attentive as possible. 

1 have been able to finish the large Gwalior — ^which was 
all but done; and hope to get the Argos finished next 
week. " Een in our hashes live their wonted fires " — as 
the poetical cook said when they said her hashed mutton 
was not hot enough. . . . 

Bye the bye, a riddle was given me yesterday. — 

Upon this Earth she walked 
Upon this Earth she talked 

Rebuking man of sin ; 
Sinless she was no doubt 
And yet, from heaven shut out 
And yet, from heaven shut out 
She never will get in! 
(Balaam's she-ass.) 

Four ladies who went to Fenton's church on Good 
Friday said the service was so shocking and dreary they 
would never go any more to that conventicle. On the 

* On April 8th, Lear wrote to Carlingford, " It is right that you 
should know that on the 26th March I was taken very ill with 
Pleurisy and inflammation of the lungs — ^and that on the 28th 
it was not thought I could live through the night. But Dr. 
Hassall's constant care got the inflammation under, and now 
though it IS not likely I can ever again be quite well, I am cer- 
tainly better, and to-day dressed and up for an hour or two. 
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other hand Mulgrave's perpetual processions and palm 
bearings etc, etc, give as much disgust on the other side. 
Is it impossible to find more than half a dozen parsons 
with commonsense enough to avoid extremes? 

4. June 1884. 

Having a notion that you have a little more leisure 
while you are at Balmoral (as I see by the papers you 
are about to be,) than when you are in London, I shall 
send you a few lines just to let you know how your aged 
friend goes on. 

O my aged Uncle Arley ! 

Sitting on a heap of Barley 
Through the silent hours of night! 

On his nose there sate a cricket ; 

In his hat a railway ticket — 
— ^But his shoes were far too tight! 

Too! too! 

far too tight! 

By the 15th. May, I was just able to get away from 
here on my journey of discovery; I was frightfully pulled 
down by my illness — ^with swollen feet; and unable to 
walk: but George's youngest son, Dimitri, continually 
pulled me into and out of Railway carriages like a sack 
of hay. So by dint of pluck and patience I got to Vicenza 
and to Recoaro, where I have taken rooms for eight or 
ten weeks, but do not go there till the end of June. If I 
can keep quiet I may possibly prosper, and if I can do 
some good to poor Nicola Cocali, George's eldest son, I 
shall bless myself. . • • 

I went, before I got home here on the 24th, to a place, 
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edies (lodo Bromiche?) against pulmonary complaints, 
and here, hoping against hope, I have just now, yester- 
day, sent poor Nicola Cocali to try twenty days inhaU- 
tion, in charge of Dimitri who is turning out a most val- 
uable and steady fellow. . . . 

A thunderbolt happened recently in Christie^s having 
at the last moment declared they had no room or time left 
for my sale of pictures, so all are gone to Foord's. Please 
do what you can to make my Eggsibition known. Some 
of the work there is of the best I have done, I think. 

In the meantime I rise now at 4.30, and after 6, work 
at the never finished Athos, and the equally big Bayella, 
and the infinitely bigger 
Enoch Arden. . . . 

I daresay you have 
plenty to do so I shall 
not write any more. I 
often wish you were 
here. Generally speak- 
ing I have latterly re- 
sembled this. 

iS.June 1884. 

P.S. You will be glad to know that I continue to have 
better accounts of poor Nicola. At this moment a letter 
from my dear good old Calvinistic sister (act. 84) makes 
me laugh. The daughter and son-in-law of my N. Z. 
nephew are coming to England with their son (my great- 
great-nephew, aged 17) to place him at either Cambridge 
or Oxford. " I am sure " (writes my sister,) " I hope it 
is to be the former I I do not like either^ but there is less 
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June 27. 1884. 

I was very glad to get your letter of the 22nd, and to 
know what you told me about Charles Braham's ^ last 
hours. It was a most immense J)lessing for all that both 
you and Constance could be with him to the end. . . . 
No one who knew Charles Braham could doubt his ex- 
treme affection to Milady : . . . 

I think a great deal in these latter days of all my life, 
every particle of which from the time I was four years 
old, I, strange to say, can perfectly remember. (Even 
earlier for I well remember being wrapped in a blanket 
and taken out of bed to see the illuminations in the house 
at Highgate, on the Battle of Waterloo occasion — and I 
was then, 18 15, just 3 years old and odd weeks). And, 
thinking over all, I have long since come to the conclusion 
that we are not wholly responsible for our lives, i.e.^ 
our acts, in so far as congenital circumstances, physical 
or psychical over which we have no absolute control, pre- 
vent our being so. Partial control we assuredly have, but 
in many cases we do not come to know our real responsi- 
bilities or our nonresponsibilities, till long after it has 
become too late to change the lines we have early begun 
to trace and follow. Once or twice I have written some- 
what concerning these matters, and if you were here I 
might possibly dig them forth, though I might also pos- 
sibly remember that every man has a lot of remembrances 
of his own, and may not care to be bothered with those 
of others, even of the most intimate friends. I also wish 
at times that you were quit of office, but only because I 
hate the despotic government of an incompetent fanatic, 
for I very well understand, or partly so, the fierce neces- 

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sity — if England is to be governed by one or two parties, 
— of keeping that one in power whose original watch- 
word and action was wise and liberty loving. 

. . . But enough of this as the frog said angrily to the 
Lizard who averred that he was neither fish nor beast 
after his tail fell off. 

I have lately come across other talk recorded by me 
of your Lady, and all of it shews, what one knew before 
that her perception of character was of the most remark- 
able justness. 

Regarding to your visit to Wardour Street, I have 
already unbuzzomed myself: but I should certainly like 
to know your opinion of the four large paintings, particu- 
larly of the " tract all dark and red " of which I hear 
there has been a faint whisper of its being bought by 
thirty admirers of Alfred Tennyson (and also of E. L.) 
at ten guineas each, as a wedding present for Hallam. . . . 
Hallam Tennyson has just sent me his photograph and 
that of Audrey Boyle; her face is delightful, and the 
dressing of her hair a lovely example to the myriad fooly- 
idiots of fashion. 

P.S. My poor servant Nicola Cokali left Salsomag- 
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and Innkeeper were on the whole good. Bill altgothcr 
JEii, and that is cheap if the poor fellow is benefited. 
Anyhow, no son of George Cocali shall die in a Hospital 
if I can help it. Same time I send £io by sister Ellen to 
that poor foolish Texas brother, and £io to a Nartist 
as is unphortschnit. So Charity, you see, don't always be- 
gin at home. 

Hotel Cavour, 


8 September, 1884. 

There has been an envellope written for you for weeks 
past, but I find at this moment that it is packed up and 
sent off in the big trunks, — ^whereby I take another, and 
wil^fill it with this letter if I can do so. . . . 

You know my old mode of noting down a dinner so- 
ciety — ^what do you think of 

this? rr"f r-y 

(I must however hasten to 
tell you that the Layards were 
not at the dinner, having gone 
off to Venice the day before, 
but all the rest is correct.) 

Northbrook sent me the kindest letter just before he 
started; (I believe he would have come up to Recoaro 
if he had gone to Trieste by the Venice line) but he 
says he will come and see me at Sanremo in November. 
This I doubt about ; and his going at all to Egypt ^ is to 
me a grief, though if any straightforwardness and ad- 

*Thc Earl of Northbrook and Lord Wolselcy left London 
for Egypt together, the former as British High Commissioner, 
the latter to take charge of the military operations for the relief 
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minlstrative ability can compensate for crooked imbecil- 
ity and bad statesmanship, I believe that he is about the 
best man who could be there, as well also as Evelyn Bar- 
ing. But with a policy, or rather no policy, of shilly-shally 
Suakim-Soudan stupidity, I do not look for much hopeful 
result, though I doubt if Lord Salisbury would be a hap- 
pier Factor. . . . 

My Gallery at 129 Wardour Street don't thrive at 
present; but as it remains stationary, I don't see any par- 
ticular reason for doubting its success by little and little 
as the man said when he threw the gunpowder in the fire. 
I, and Mr. Williams shall have to consider whether some 
Advertisement will not be advisable. After all do not 
Royal Academicians *' advertise " when they hang their 
pictures on public walls? 

Hallam Tennyson has sent me (along with a photo- 
graph of Mrs. H. T. and of himself,) a sonnet on my 
Villa at Sanremo.^ . . . 

You would have been edified by the society of several 
Americans at Recoaro. One, a well-bred and educated 
family, electrified me by their opinion on " Slave Eman- 
cipation." " It has nothing to do with hatred of slavery, 
though hatred of slavery was used as a factor in the mat- 
ter. It was wholly in substance a political move against 
the Southern States. Not one of us^ nor of thousands in 
America, would sit at table with a black man or wom- 
an ! " " But," said I to one of the sons, " you would sit 
in a room with your dog? " — " Dog? Yes, Sirl but you 
can't compare an inferior creature such as a negro is 
with a dog? " There were other lots of Americans not so 
agreeable, and I often got out of their way — ^particularly 
when they reviled and ridiculed Q[ueen] V[ictoria]. 
^Included in the Appendix. 

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And as I never spoke on political subjects, I listened to 
their praise of your Capo the G.O.M. in silence, or fled: 
especially when they predicted his careful gradual bring- 
ing about a Republic, and ^^ Wall, Sir, I think old G. is 
the right sort of man: rayther than give up a spikket of 

power he will go on with the mob till they pull down 
the Peers as they ought to do.'* And after that, though 
he would cry hot tears all the time, he would order Queen 
V*s decapitation quite easy, and go on cutting tree^ all 
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It is a virtue in ingenuous youth, 

To leave off lying and return to truth, 

For well it's known that all religious morals 

Are caused by Bass's Ale and South Atlantic G>rals. 

Whereby, as I have just found the missing £i En- 
vellope, I shall sacrifice that sum to the redistribution of 
facts and the annihilation of phibs. 

For whereas I wrote that I sat near a son of Lady 
Walsingham, no such circumstance took place, seeing 
that the said Lady Walsingham, heretofore Duchess of 
Sant' Arpino, never had no son, but only one daughter, 
which that delirious daughter married one of the Colon- 
na, — ^but the boy as I sate next to — and who is a most 
intelligent little reptile, is the son of the Duke of San 
Teodoro (formerly Sant' Arpino) by the Strauss, who 
lives with the Duke of ST, and must have been so living 
for years, since the intelligent reptile is some 15 years 
old. The Strauss is a well-known Singer connected with 
the Paris Opera, and is a vast big bouncing female, and 
the other two females are her sister and her cousin — all 
" travelling together," as part of the diaphanous Duke^s 
family. The dinner party would therefore stand thus — 

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Sept. 13, 1884. 

One of my correspondents writes, " I dare say you 
know much more of these matters than I do, but as I 
know that Lord Carlingford is one of your kindest old 
friends, I must tell you that in various papers he is said 
to be leaving the ministry on account of ill-health.'* Of 
this the only additional oblique confirmation is that in the 
paper of the nth. just come it is said: Lord Carlingford 
is, it is reported, going to Berlin to replace Lord Ampt- 
hill. I do not say that any of these rumours may not be 
correct, though on reading that there was to be a round 
of change at the Embassies I fixed in my own mind that 
you would go to Madrid and Morier would ascend to 
Berlin, or go on to Constantinople or Rome. And in no 
case did it strike me as impossible that your name might 
follow — though late — those of Lord Lansdowne, Lord 
Cowper, Duke of Argyll, Messrs. Goschen and Forster, 
as standing aloof from the G.O.M. and revolutionists 
generally. . . . Among the letters I found was a particu- 
larly nice and long one from Frank (Viscount) Baring, 
with messages from Lady Enuna and a great deal about 
their father. • . . Did I ever send you all the titles of the 
200 subjects of my Tennyson illustrations *? If I didn't 
I will do so, viz : all if you tell me. 

Did I tell you Hallam has written a sonnet on Villa 

Sep 2ith, 1884 

The " 40scue " is the writing table at which I am now 
writing — ^which you gave me in Stratford Place in 1849 
or 1850. The F. L. sofa is an object of similar value 

^ See Appendix, 

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— given me by Frank Lushington. I lie on this one and 
sit at the other most days, nearly all day. . . . Alfred 
Seymour who after many chriticisms on the works I have 
exhibiting now at 129 Wardour St. writes "Take the 
entire lot, oil and water colors. I do not think you have 
ever done anything better. The Navanna and Gwalior 
are quite remarkable, as are Indeed the Argos, and the 
poetical and mysterious Pendtedatelo. The Corsican 
drawings are all lovely, — some more striking than 
others, according to the subject chosen." 

3. November, 1884. 

From the time I last wrote to you, (I think Septem- 
ber 30th) I have been in most disagreeable trouble, of a 
kind which to me is very painful : of this anon. . . . 

Just as I take up this paper to write, I see in the Daily 
Telegraph what appears a sort of semi-official announce- 
ment that you are leaving the Ministry, and even if on 
no other account, the possibility of my seeing you here is 
a something to look forward to, and at once (having 
also observed that you are going to or gone to Balmoral) 
I send this thither to remind you that if you do come to 
Sanremo, (where you certainly would be quiet enough 
this year I) I can put you up most perfectly, opposite the 
sea and garden, with a bed and sitting-room. If you 
came for a long period ( I don't write *' Period " out of 
respect to Mr. Chamberlain and other haters of Lords,) 
you would like to pay for your Board, and might make 
what arrangements you pleased : you could likewise have 
your own servant in the house, for shortly I shall have 
nearly all my *' Establishment " " revised and corrected," 
— shaving already a new Milanese servant, and a good 
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living as quietly as you pleased would benefit this child 
and prevent his " taking to drinking." Should the living 
with me not suit you, then I beg you to remember that 
the HOTEL ROYAL joins my garden and is in all re- 
spects a good place to be in: the Bertolini are a respec- 
table and good lot, and there any amount of rooms to 
choose from. 

Of my trouble I shall say as little as possible, though 
it is really a shocking matter to me. Demetrio Cocali, 
poor George's youngest son, who has served me so faith- 
fully since his father's death, has gone altogether to the 
bad and has left me. I only discovered his ways after I 
left Recoaroca, but on returning here found it was im- 
possible to keep him in my service. The intellect of these 
poor people is so shallow and semi-useless that I would 
make all allowance for a lad of 19 whom I have taught 
to read and write etc., and whose father was so good a 
servant to me for so long a time; but with all my desire 
to save a human being from ruin, I could not see my way 
to do so. The bad company he has frequented will I 
don't doubt eventually bring him to total misery. 

There remains now only his eldest brother Nicola, a 
thoroughly good man aet. 33 — as far as I have known 
him — a devoted son to his mother now dead, and for the 
last two or three years doing all for his poor Father. 
But he is gradually dying of consumption, and though still 
able to cook at times, is less and less at work and more 
and more obliged to lie down. In these difficulties I have 
got a highly recommended man from the Cavour at 
Milan, and have written for a second to act as cook: 
ugly and expenseful doings, but I have been all my life 
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They would certainly look less ugly if you were to 
come out. 

Lord Carlingford to Lear. 

Balmoral Castlb 

Nov. 6. 1884 

... I find the Queen remarkably well, better in body 
and mind than I have seen her for a long time, though 
anxious about public affairs. The lady in waiting is the 
widowed Duchess of Roxburghe, whom I like. Princess 
Frederica of Hanover ^ and her husband Baron Pawel 
von Rammingen are here. He is a pleasing sort of man in 
an awkward position — (one of the servants informed a 
maid of honour that " Mrs. Rummagem was come"). 
She is very tall, distinguished and charming. She was 
one of the last people we received at Carlton Gardens 
in '79, and she speaks to me warmly of my Lady. 

Lear to Lord Carlingford. 

2. December 1884. 

I was very glad to get your nice letter from Balmoral ; 
I believe those parts of your Ministerial duty are very 
good for you. In a letter I had from Henry Grenfell 
to-day he speaks well of your health; I am glad to find 
from a letter of his I saw in print, that this dirty Land- 
scape painter is not eccentric and monomaniac as to his 
opinion about the Right Hon. Joseph (re. toil not nei- 
ther spin — Down with the Lords I etc, etc, — would you 
become plain Mr. Samuel Chichester Fortescue — if Mr. 

* Princess Frederick of Hanover, daughter of George V. of 
Hanover, and a sister of the present Duke of Cumberland, mar- 
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Thorold Rogers had his way?) My chief advice now 
is this — ^before it is too late, utilize the big Phoca pri- 
vata: he would bring you 
across the Channel or take 
you round by the Bay of 
Biscuits and you could land 
just below Villa Tennyson 
at Sanremo. 

The " household difficulties " as you call them are try- 
ing to this child. After trusting and teaching a lad for six 
or seven years to find him such an absolute hypocrite and 
good for nothing and untrustworthy! I have heard of 
Demitri having reached Brindisi, almost penniless and 
with not enough money even to cross to Corfu: yet he 
certainly had over £30 from savings and pay when he left 
this house. His good brother Nicol is always extremely 
ill, and yet up to two days ago would persist in cooking; 
(would to goodness his successor cooked as he does!) 
He is now a great part of the day lying down, and often 
miserably depressed on account of his brother's acts. 
All I can do is to grin and hold on, though among other 
drawbacks, the expense of those days ain't at all pleasant. 
Yet if a man resolves to do what he thinks a duty — done 
it must be, and I have so often been in great difficulties 
that at aet 72^ it is not worth while to be over anxious, 
however sad one may be. The new personal servant, 
Luigi Rusconi, seems a jewel; . . . the new cook, Pietro 
Pavedi (also reconunended by Suardi of the Cavour Ho- 
tel,) don't seem greatly gifted, but I have to remember 
that my great economy is not favourable to culinary 

Hardly a creature is at Sanremo. Lady Agnes Bume 
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don't expect to sell nothing this winter. . . . Happily Sir 
J. Lubbock ^ bought some drawings lately, for I am be- 
coming tinless and tearful. . • . 

I am sorry for Northbrook, on account of all sorts of 
odious articles against him, and now particularly that 
Bonham Carter ^ his brother-in-law has died so suddenly. 
(Do you remember our dining with J.B.C. in Spring 
Gardens when except we two every one said A. Tennyson 
was no poet — in 1849?) 

A letter I had a few days ago would amuse you. The 
writer has friends in Hong Kong; but speaking of B. 
Morier and his nomination to St. Petersburg, he says: 
'* a curious rise to those who remember him a huge boy 
of 16: he wished to go to Berlin, but Bismarck vetoed. 
With him as with G. F. Bowen, unfailing confidence in 
himself, and untiring watchfulness to make good use of 
opportunities and get himself forwarded have pros- 

Lord Carlingford to Lear. 

Athbn-«um Club. 

Dec. 5. 1884 

Your welcome letter came this morning. I have just 
come from the House of Lords, where the Franchise 
BilP passed without a word said — a very remarkable 

^The present Lord Avebury, author of "The Pleasures of 
Life " and several works of research of ants and bees. 

"John Bonham-Carter, formerly M.P. for Winchester. He 
was at various periods a Lord of the Treasury, Chairman of Com- 
mittees of the House of Commons, and Dq)uty-Speakcr. His wife 
was Lord Northcote's eldest sister. 

*The frank adoption by Lord Salisbury of a democratic pro- 
gramme of reform had gready assisted the solution of the question, 
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political event, which ought to strike foreigners as a 
proof of the great political sense of this country. The 
Queen told me on Saturday that the two leaders spoke 
to her in the highest terms each of the conduct of the 
other, in respect of the negociations which have taken 
place, and Gladstone has spoken to me with much admira- 
tion of Salisbury. H. M. also spoke to me in the kindest 
possible way of the newspaper reports of my resignation. 

You draw the Phoca beautifully. The last event of 
the Privy Seal Office is that my private secretary . . . 
has privily forged various documents and cheated a char- 
itable association, of which he was secretary, and has re- 
ceived the very mild sentence of a year's imprison- 
ment. • . • 

P. S. Anecdote — My solicitor's daughter, copying 
picture in National Gallery. British citizen gazes long 
at the picture and the copy — at last speaks : " Please, 
Miss, can you tell me what they do with the old 'unsf '' 

Lear to Lord Carlingford. 

Villa Tennyson. Sanremo. 

21 December 1884 

I agree with all you say about R.D. Morier, and G.F. 
B. . . . R.D.M, I never thought a "Noomboog" (as 
Hudson the Railway King said to Prince Albert — I was 
close by the company at the time) H.R.H.: " Mr. Hud- 
son, what is your opinion of the Atmospheric Railway? " 
Hudson — " Please your rile iness, I think it is a Noom- 
boog." (H.R.H. — turning to Lord Farnham, " Explain 
to me what is a Noomboog? ") ... 

dered futile the opposition of those whose seats were threatened 
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My poor Nicola keeps sinking very gradually, Dr. 
Hassall does wonders in alleviation of suffering, and 
Nicola now, not being able to stand for any length of 
time, passes his day mostly sitting by the kitchen fire, or 
lying on his bed. He is always grateful and good and 
uncomplaining. His brother Dimitri is at Corfu, and 
will get employment there at a Trattoria. Lambi is at 
Brindisi. This is a comfort to me as well as to poor 
Nicola. It is my fixed belief that a resolute determination 
to assist those whose miserable want of sense and prin- 
ciple, together with tendencies, temptations, and circum- 
stances to us unknown, tends to being one of the best 
forms of charity we can aim at achieving; and I scout 
the notion of treating domestics less kindly than horses 
or dogs ; and even when they are ever so much in fault I 
think it is wiser to try and keep them from total ruin, 
than to be indifferent to their welfare. And if I am 
laughed at for these ideas and acts, — I don't care for 
that the 999th part of a spider's nose. The new cook 
was a distinct failure : Luigi Rusconi and Nicola suspected 
him from the first, and from the back kitchen window, 
L.R. saw him — (unperceived, for the cook's back was 
turned) empty the half of bottles of wine into a jar and 
filling them up with water; whereon, speedily calling 
Nicola, both together entered the back kitchen by the 
door, and took him in the fact, so that he could not denige 
the theft and had to go. Since his departure, I have my 
own meals in from the Hotel Royal, while Luigi gets and 
cooks for himself and poor Nicola. As for Luigi Rus- 
coni, he continues to be one of the best servants possible 
— ^punctual— obliging — ^industrious— dean — intelligent, 
and very good to poor Nicola, for which I am very thank- 
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Lord Carlingford to Lear. 

Chewton Priory 

Dec. 22. 1884 

I write because I wish you to have a few words of 
greeting on or before Christmas Day. I have little to 
tell you about myself, except that the newspapers have 
at last left off informing the world that I am in bad health 
and about to resign ofSce. You will have seen the happy 
results of the Autumn Session, which have secured the 
accomplishment of a great and inevitable constitutional 
change without further conflict between Parties or be- 
tween the two Houses of Parliament. I wish /oreign 
affairs looked as well as affairs at home. 

I paid a visit a week ago to Lord Granville ^ at Wal- 
mer, and I do not envy his responsibilities. There I met 
a curious mother and son — ^the mother the Duchess de 
Galiera, and the son calling himself Monsieur Ferrari. 
The Gallieras (the Duke is dead) are a great and wealthy 
Genoese family long settled in Paris. The son refuses 
to take the title or the fortune. He behaves like an idiot 
in society, but is a Professor of History in some Paris In- 
stitution. The Duchess is disposing of her wealth by 
great acts of charity and generosity. She has just built 
a hospital at Genoa. She has given an hotel and an estate 
at Bologna to the Due de Montpensier, and she has given 
up the first floor of her magnificent house at Paris to the 
Count and Countess de Paris. 

^ Foreign Secretary for the third time from 1 880-1 885. He 
had to face the troubles in the Soudan, difiierences with Germany 
and France and the threatened rupture with Russia over the 
Afg^ian boundary question. 


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I am here alone, as usual The Boyles who live close 
by, will eat their Christmas dinner with me. Constance 
who, as you know, lives seven miles off, cannot of course 
leave her own home.* I was there two days ago, and 
found Sir Edward ^ much revived, and more active than 
he has been. I hope I shall hear from you before long. 
Have you got the Tennysonian drama ? I am prepared 
to be disappointed. I have a letter today from Miss 
Nightingale begging me to give a good appointment in 
the Education Department to a clever son of Arthur 
Clough, who was once (much to our honour) in the 
Office himself. I fear that I must appoint another can- 
didate, much against my wishes. 

Goodbye for today. We are both very lonely. You 
must fancy me at my solitary meals, with your pictures ex- 
ternally and others internally for company. 

Lord Carlingford to Lear. 

Chewton Priory 

Jan. 24. 1885. 

We live in strange times. Just as I was sitting down 
to write to you five minutes ago, a telegram was put into 
my hands — " Two dynamite explosions at Houses of Par- 
liament today. Westminster Hall much damaged. 
House of Commons wrecked inside — ^seven persons in- 
jured." ^ This is a success for these infernal villains, and 

* Sutton Court. 

* Sir Edward Strachey, father of the present Baronet 

•On January 24th simultaneous explosions occurred at the 
Houses of Parliament and at the Tower of London. An infernal 
machine had been placed In the crypt, and another in the House 
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it seems next to impossible to catch them, so long as the 
conspirators don't betray each other. 

... I think I owe you a letter. I remember your last 
contained a good deal of damning and cursing of Glad- 
stone, which I trust relieved you somewhat. I of course 
can't join you in that occupation, though I have never 
been a worshipper at that shrine. I believe him to have 
done great services to his country as a legislator and 
Parliament man, but in foreign affairs I sigh for Palmer- 
ston. . . • 

I have been spending more of my life than I like on 
the Great Western Railway, and on Monday I am off 
again, in order to attend a Council at Osborne for the 
Royal assent to the Battenberg-Beatrice marriage. I met 
the young man there the other day, and thought very well 
of him, and she struck me as a changed person, happier 
and younger. 

Lear to Lord Carlingford. 

8 March. 1885 

I cannot write much, but wish to let you know that 
poor Nicolai Cocali left me on Wednesday 4th and 
that he was buried by Lord Mulgrave on Friday 6th. 

For the last five days he was completely unconscious, 
and seemed to suffer until latterly — ^though I do not think 
he really did suffer after all sentient power had gone. I 
had hired a very good woman as his nurse, who never left 
him day or night; and for the kindness of Luigi Rusconi, 
as well as for that of Cesare Ghezzi the cook and of 

chief damage was done to the Bankruptcy Hall and the passage to 
St. John's Chapel. It was not ascertained who instigated these two 
dastardly crimes. 


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Erasmo the gardener — and last not least for that of Dr. 
Hassall, I cannot be sufficiently thankful. . . . 

Tennyson sent me Beckett. It is — ^to my judgment — 
by far the best of his dramas. 

I see you have the Phoca no longer, and cannot help 
hoping you may ere long be inde- 
pendent. . • . 

Do you see the Saturday Review? 
Please read an article praiseful of 
Seals, to your Phoca ; it would gratify 
that dear old beast 

19. March liliS' 

I cannot now write a letter to your very kind letter 
of the 4th (which I have only just got, on my return 
from Milan after nine days absence,) because I find 
among my other letters, one announcing the death on the 
1 6th of my dear sister Ellen, the last of my thirteen 
sisters, xt. 84. I will write to you again as soon as I can. 

22 March 1885 

The two deaths of my sister Ellen and of Nicola have 
an effect — ^mental and bodily — ^which increases instead of 
diminishing daily. I am glad to think that Mrs. Clive ^ 
is coming on Thursday — her visit will be a great com- 
fort, as the want of spoken sympathy is sadly wearying. 
My sister was, as you know, one of the elder members 
of our large (twenty-one) family, and as she was eleven 
years old when I was bom and was married when she 
was seventeen or eighteen I knew but little of her in my 

* Wife of George Qivc, Under-Secretary of State for the Home 
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early days. But of late years, as she became the only 
survivor of the thirteen sisters, and as she lived near Lon- 
don (close to Mrs. Greville Howard*s of Ashstead,) I 
always saw her a good deal when I was in England : and 
inasmuch as for many years I have regularly written to 
her once a fortnight, and she (through her servants — 
for she was blind.) as often to me, — a sort of continuity 
of relationship seems now to be all at once mysteriously 
dissolved We had but little in common intellectually, yet 
never disagreed at all. Spite of her narrow Calvinistic 
theories, she was absolutely good and charitable in prac- 
tice, a combination as you well know may happen, as in 
the instance of dear old Mrs. Ruxton. All her property 
goes to the nephews and nieces of her husband who died 
about i860 or earlier, and anything she may have had of 
her own she was always given to the two brothers in 
America, for the last remaining of whom (now xt. 82,) 
I find by a letter just received from him and forwarded 
to me, she has lately built a house in Texas. I trust she 
may have provided for her two excellent women servants, 
who must feel her loss pitiably, after respectively fifty 
and thirty years of her service. 

In the case of my dear good Nicola I lose not only 
an admirable servant, but a companion whose great intel- 
ligence and whose perfect disposition could hardly be sur- 
passed, nor could his faithful affection to myself, nor his 
admirable help to his parents. The conduct of his brother 
Demetri troubled him terribly, but with a true Suliot cour- 
age he hardly ever gave way to sorrow, though the last 
three months of his own life were a time of suffering and 
melancholy. Almost to the last he would go on keeping 
the accounts, and often read a good deal of Greek and 
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Cesare are to me I " The two last sentences I heard him 
speak were " Padrone, quanto siete stato sempre a me ! '* 
— and — " Spero frapoco di vedere mia madre." ^ Dur- 
ing his long illness he had hardly ever uttered a word of 
complaint; but from Saturday morning February 28 to 
the evening of March 4 when he died he was quite insen- 
sible, and I believe suffered no pain. You yourself have 
suffered so much by separation — ^though in a widely dif- 
ferent sense, — that I am sure you do not blame me for 
dwelling on what is a great change in my own lonely life. 
Looking to your letter of the i ith, I certainly do wish 
the Government had gone out if that would have led to 
your coming here. As for the Russian Mess,^ the Rus- 
sians are certain to gain in all arrangements while the 
G. O. M. is at the head of affairs. . . . 

30 April 1885. 

You must have been glad to get back to England, for 
I know Court life is not to your taste — ^though a duty. 
As for me, I never could have mastered it even in that 
light; one day, after long repression of feeling, I should 
suddenly have jumped all round the room on one leg— or 
have thrown a hot potato up to the ceiling, — either of 
which acts would (possibly) have ruined my " career '* 
as G.F.B. used to say. You are certainly a wonderful 
cove — if so be a Cabinet Minister is a cove, for writing so 

* " Master, how much you have alwasrs been to me ! " "I hope 
soon to see my mother." 

^Thc English and Russian Conunissioners could not agree as 
to the delimitation of the Afghan frontier, whilst the Russian 
Foreign Office was profuse in conciliatory despatches, the Russian 
War Department was suspiciously active. The difficulties were at 
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much and so kindly to this " dirty Lanscape painter," 
who not seldom repents of his violent writing to a " states- 
man with a well-balanced mind," — as I truly believe you 
to be. So far from " not respecting " you or N., I en- 
deavour to look at Poltix from your point of view, and 
can well understand your both being perfectly conscien- 
tious, though I may prefer the line of Forster and 
Goschen, and (latterly even) of Duke of Argyll. " Let 
us make an oath and keep it, with a quiet mind. Not to 
write on Politics if never so inclined." And now that 
the monstrous folly of supposing that Russia '' is not 
truthful," seems to be beaming out on many minds hith- 
erto obstinately dark, I wish nowise to touch on that sub- 
ject, to which even you allude, though I cannot agree with 
you that '* the Russians have behaved abominably " since 
after Bulgaria and Mid Lothian, Batoum and Dulcigno 
and much more, it appears to me that they have only 
acted very naturally. This leads me to write about the 
Admiralty horror and explosion.^ For a whole day I 
was realy utterly miserable, as the first telegram from 
Turin was only — ** Explosion Admiralty — supposed dy- 
namite; building much destroyed: damage great — noth- 
ing yet certainly known." In point of fact, the whole of 
our friends might have been killed, had the Devilry ex- 
ploded one hour later, when all would have been at lunch. 
This morning's post brings me a long letter from N. 
The Barings are all so little demonstrative that, even 
regarding themselves I wonder at the calmness with 
which they take really awful matters. Poor Lady Enmia 
a little while back (after Easter) was thrown out of a 

* An explosion occurred at the Admiralty in the room occupied 
by Mr. Swainson, the assistant Under-Secretary, who was seriously 
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carriage at Stratton, and fell among bushes, where a 
pointed stide pierced her ear, and went nig^ to ending 
life. I have read the account with horror. She was 
driving (?) and is a thorough first class whip, and with 
pluck and coolness enough to set up a regiment of sol- 
diers : but I suppose the horse shied. The reason of this 
Baring matter cropped up after the " Politix *' para- 
graph, is that I thought it right — to prevent N. writing 
to me on such matters, and because I hate false colours — 
to tell him I was no Radical, and that I fully believed 
mismanagement had been the cause of all the troubles 
now about. Naturally I didn't run on in the Asinine 
way I do to you : — indeed, I have never taken the least 
notice of what my dear good N. writes on such toppix, 
and I even find, looking at my diary of some time back, 
that when he wrote to me about the Russians having Ba- 
toum, I replied nil, but have written regarding his re- 
mark — " I think the Russians should have Batoum — for 
the greater will be their responsibility " — " Certainly — 
and such would be the case if you gave them Anglesea or 
the Isle of Wight" Please say nothing of this. You 
yourself wrote — '* I sigh for the Foreign Office as it was 
under Palmerston '' — but God forbid I should allude even 
to your saying so. . . . 

I have been often thinking of you to-day, as I have 
been working on Elm trees ^ — from sketches made at 
"Nuneham'' July 27, 28, 29, 30, i860. Hence on- 
ward, my letter will be confused and indicative of my 
mucilaginous and morose mind — all more or less queer 
and upside down as the mouse said when he bit off his 
grandmother's tail, having mistaken it for a barley straw. 

* For No. 43 of his Tennyson illustrations "And one an English 
home" (Stratton). 


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Yesterday was a very gratifying day. Principal Pro- 
fessor Shairp (of St. Andrews, and Professor of Poetry 
at Oxford,) brought me a letter of introduction from 
Edr. Lushington (Lord Rector of Glasgow University.) 
He looked over all my two hundred A drawings with the 
greatest care and interest, and complimented me about 
them as would make the paper rose-colour if so be I wrote 
down his words. • . . 

Tozer^ of Oxford sends me a charming book (want- 
ing in dates though) by Theodore Bent (Longmans,) 


all about the Cydades. (Dearly beloved child let mc 
announce to you that this word is pronounced ** Sick 

* The Rev. Henry Fanshawe Tozer, author of several works on 
Greece and European and Asiatic Turkey; he also wrote an Eag-^ 
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Ladies," — ^howsomdever certain Britishers call it " Sigh- 
claids.") . . . 

I should greatly like to know what has become of 
the Phoca ? Did he go to Aix les Bains with you ? 

Should you be injuiced, by contemplating the remark- 
able development of my " Political knowledge and 
aspirations " to offer me some lucrative place under 
Government, be assured that I will take nothing but the 
Chancellor of Exchequership, or the Archbishoprick of 
Canterbury, Various people bother me to publish my 
Autobiography, — inasmuch as I have sixty volumes of 
Diaries; but at present I shan't. Some of the notes 
written in years when I used to drive for days on the 
Campagna with Lady Davy are funny enough; as are 
others not in the category. 

Now youVe got so far, youVe read enough. 

F.S. And this is certain ; if so be 

You could just now my garden sec, 
The aspic of my flowers so bright 
Would make you shudder with delight. 

And if vou voz to sec my roziz 
As is a boon to all men's noziz, — 
You'd fall upon your back and scream— 
"OLawkl O criky! it's a drcami" 

Lord Carlingford to Lear. 

Balmoral Castlb, 

May 30. 1885 

• • • Don't be surprised if you should see some day 
in the newspapers that the Reynolds, The Three Ladies 
Waldegrave, is about to be sold.* I have made up ray 

* It was later sold to Mr. Thwaites, and is now the property of 
Mrs. Jerburgh, his daughter. 


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mind that the estate cannot afford to keep the sum of 
money that it represents locked up — ^but I am anxious 
that, if possible, it should go to the National Gallery. 
Don't say anything about this at present. 

Villa Figini 



25 July 1885. 6 a,m. 

Did I tell you I used in old days often to hear Irving ^ 
preach ? And how he used to walk about 
Middleton Square, reading a Bible over 
the head of his baby? . . . 

Should I keep alive and well, I should 
like to master German, next winter. 
Carlyle has made me think of this. . . . 

What mania possesses the incomers 
to new titles to call themselves " North " 
— this or that ? Northhoxxrnt — and now 
iVor/Aington,^ instead of the real good 
title Henley? I believe {vide Duke of 
Argyll on sheep) that the next batch 

^ Edward Irving began to preach at the Caledonian Church in 
London in 1822 with wonderful success. After his Homilies on 
the Sacraments appeared he was convicted of heresy and ejected 
from his new church in Regent's Square in 1832, and finally de- 
posed in 1833 by the Presbytery of Annan which had licensed him. 

^ Frederick Henley (eldest son of 3rd Baron Henley) created 
Baron Northington 1885 ; he was an attache in the Diplomatic 
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will be Lord North North West, or Lord North North 
by North East .... 

Lear to Lord Carlingford. 

i6 August 1885. 

Of the Duke of Argyll's judgment I am at this moment 
in accord with you in one particular at least, inasmuch as 
he owes me £22 12s and I have written to ax him for 
it. The " exigencies of poltix " naturally forbid you to 
agree with him, or Forster or Goschen etc: for all that 
I am glad you are out of office. What amuses me most 
at this moment is to look back on the positive opinions 
given to me from various persons of highest office and 
repute — as to the 4th party — D. Wolff an ass: Lord 
R[andolph] C[hurchill] a furious fool etc — all the lot 
incredible boobies and quite impossible to rise as men of 
the governing classes. Yet all four are in the present 
ministryllll you may say — "still they are asses" — but 
that don't affect the fact — they have risen — spite of the 
high opinions of lofty personages. What you write of 
the Q[ueen] and of the P[rince]ss's wedding^ is very 
nice. Did you not like the lines on the marriage by jj^? 
Emily T[ennyson] Lady T[ennyson] has been taken 
back to Aldworth, and Edmund Lushington is at Faring- 
ford; his last letter to me is sad enough, re Lady T[enny- 

^ Princess Beatrice was married to H.R.H. Prince Henry of Bat- 
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son]. Frank Lushington is with the Venables party: G. 
S, V [enables] ^ will have felt M, Milnes' ^ death greatly. 

You also more or less, I think I met him first at your 

^ Canon George Venables of Norwich. Select Preacher Cam- 
bridge since 1883. 

^Richard Monckton Milnes, Lord Houghton the poet, died 
suddenly at Vichy on the i ith of August. 

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house, St. James' place, at breakfast: but his Intimacy 
with Harry Lushington brought me in contact with him 
often later. Did I tell you he came to see me at Sanremo 
on his way to Cairo? And how — ^when there was a 
discussion — ^just as he was going away about the G.O.M.'s 
foreign policy, with various disastrous deductions from 
Lady Galway and others, — ^he said, " Three things will 
save England from your prophecies being fulfilled: 1*^^ 
the good sense of the Queen. 2''***'^ the good temper of 
the P[rince] of W[ales], and 2^^^ the good looks of the 
P[rincess] of W[ales]." Whereon with his usual jovial 
chuckle, he left my door, those being the last words I 
ever heard him utter. . . . 

If I had a baby son and daughter, I would christen the 
boy Barolo— and the girl Brianza. 

Villa Tbnnyson. Sanremo. 

17 September 1885. 

I to my Riviera home on Saturday the 12th, with great 
regret at leaving Barzano, but in much better health, — 
back returned. And I send you a few lines just to let you 
know this fuliginous fact. I never passed three months 
so tranquilly and comfortably, that I can remember, any- 
where, and I should not have left but that I had come lit- 
erally to the end of all my work and could not live in 
idleness. The weather also had become wet, so I could 
not go out to sketch. . . . 

Lord Cartingford to Lear. 

Chewton Priory 

Sep. 19. 1885 

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story of his reasons why your prophecies of evil would 
not be fulfilled is very characteristic. One feels as if 
Death ought not to have taken him so seriously. 

You write truly enough of the whimsical success of 
Randolph Churchill — z success not very creditable to 
our system of Party. H. Grenfell said rather a good 
thing — " R. Churchill is like a French novel — ^when he's 
decent he's dull." 

Lear to Lord Carlingford. 

II. November 1885. 
I lament to say I cannot give you a bed here,^ but 
you can feed and be here as much 
as you like : the fact being that I 
expect F. T. Underbill to stay 
two or three weeks, on account of 
my great ** vastness " Tennyson 
Book, which the said Underbill 
is to Lithograph. . . . 

24 November 1885. 
I got your telegram yesterday, and now send Luigi 
to meet you; (he don't speak English:) and he will bring 

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you and your luggage In a comprehensive cab up to my 
door. You will have to pay one franc, unless you have 
much luggage, when the driver may perhaps claim half a 
franc more. 

I shall be very glad to see you — rather that I did not 
much expect to see you again. And I think it is immensely 
kind of you to come so far to see this pig. 

I do not know if the Phoca Privata has a permanent 
place, or if he is changed with a change of government. 
But if you have brought him with you, please give him 
to Luigi, who will put him into the cistern and give him 
a piece of bread and ham. I should not like to have him 
in the Library because now lots of my drawings are there. 

I. December 1885. 

/ was afraid you would take cold. On no account what- 
ever allow yourself to leave the house without an over- 

I think I would not pay Dn Hassall's fee — till you are 
sure you are quite well.^ 

^ One afternoon, nearing dusk, Carlingford sat on a seat insuf- 
ficiendy clothed for the dangers of the Riviera, and dropped o£F 
to sleep for a short time. The result was naturally a chill. This 
chill was the beginning of a very serious illness and breakdown. 
Lord Carlingford suffered from the consequences for a long time, 
and it left his nerves in a permanently weakened condition. Those 
who knew him intimately and his own medical adviser, considered 
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6. December 1885. 
I P.M. 

Dr. Hassall called on me early, and told me all about 
you, and in my opinion you are going on as well as you 
can expect to be after so violent a chill as you have un- 
luckily taken — along of not dressing according to Italian 
winter climate which is hot by day and cold by night. 

I wish some Indian would buy my Gwalior picture — 
which is now dubbly wallible as a Nistoric Topography. 

I wish I could do you any good, but don't see how I 
can: only sometimes I wish you hadn't come out to see me. 


21. December 1885 

I am much disgusted by seeing in the Daily Telegraph 
of Saturday — the following, ** Lord Carlingford is lying 
very ill at Sanremo." 

San Rbmo, 

23 Dicembre, 1885. 

Illustrissimo Egregio Signore, — Noi, 1 Consiglieri 
Municipali ed il nostro capo — il Signor Sindaco di San 
Remo, — abbiamo pensato che mandare Tinchiusi disegni 
alia Vostra Egregia Signoria, sara— certo il nostro do- 
vere : — a probabilmente un piacere alia Vostra Signoria. 

leri sera, verso il calar del sole, si e trovato ncl Porto 
di San Remo, una Bestia assai straordinario e fuor di 
commune. Mandiamo a V. S. il ritratto di questo ani- 
male, (insieme con un ritratto dell' insigne pittore, il Sig. 
Edward Lear chi Tha rappresentato). Quest' animale 

through, under which he had at no time previously succumbed in 
health — though hard worked with the cares of ofSce. 

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sta presentamente in una Capanna al Porto— badato bene 
di 50 uomini della Polizie. 

Intomo al suo collo si c trovato un collaro di Oro, coll* 
inscrizione seguente — 

" Phoca Privata or Privy Seal "— 

con il sigillo particolare della Regina d'Inghilterra atta- 
cato. Abbiamo dunque creduto che il nostro dovere ci 
spinse subito di fare chiaro quest' aSare alia Vostra 
Signoria, sappiendo noi che la V. S. fu poco tempo fa 
*' Guardiano del Sigillo Private della Regina.** 

Ora ci tocca domandare di V. S. — cosa possiamo fare 
di quest* animale? Potessimo mandarlo al Giardino od 
alia Cisterna del Sig. Edward Lear, chi V. S. conosce 
bene: — ma la cua cisterna manca spazio — non avendo 
un' apertura che de i metro, mentre che questa Phoca ha 
3 metri di lunghezza. 

E — ^pero — ^non sappiamo se sia lecito di mandarla 
Phoca air Hotel Royal, siccome non siamo certo che vi 
sarebbe ricevuto. 

In comma, dopo molto deliberazione abbiamo dedso 
di mandare alia vostr' lUustrissima Signoria, — questa 
spiezagione con disegni ragguardevoli. E speciamo che 
y. S. si degnera di accordaci una risposta che mettera in 
giust' ordine quest affare serio. 

Fin ora, il Phoca Privata si e condotto amabilmente 
— eccettuato che ha muzzicato e distnitto 4 diti delle con- 
siglieri Municipali chi — senza troppo precauzioni, — 
hanno meso loro mani nella bocca del Phoca. 

Ma siccome queste uffiziali sono di condizione beni- 
stante, la perdita di qualche dite— o piu o meno, — ^non gli 
dara fastidio. 


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SiamOy ed abbiamo POnore di segnarci, 
Illustrissimo Signore, 

I vostri servi umibumilissimi, 
11 Sandaco dl San Remo 
Conte Rovinzio 
Sig. Zirio 
Sig. Marsaglia 
Sig. Cav. Gastaldi 
^Boshii ^ 

^San Rbmo, 

23rd December^ 1885. 

Illustrious and Honoured Sir, — We, the Town Councillors 
and our chief, the Mayor of San Remo, have considered it decid- 
edly our duty and probably a pleasure to your Excellency to send 
you the enclosed designs. Last night towards sunset, a rather 
extraordinary and uncommon beast was found In the port of San 
Remo. We are sending your Excellency a portrait of this ani- 
mal, (together with the portrait of the distinguished artist, Mr. 
Edward Lear, who has sketched it). 

This animal is at present in a hut at the Port, well guarded 
by fifty policemen. A golden collar has been found roimd his neck 
with the following inscription: " Phoca Privata or Privy Seal," 
with the Queen of England's private Seal attached. We have ac- 
cordingly considered that our duty compelled us to make known 
this matter to your Excellency at once, as we knew that your Ex- 
cellency was, a short time ago, " Guardian of the Queen's Privy 

Now we must ask your Excellency what we can do with this 
animal. We could send it to the Garden or to Mr. Edward Lear's 
Tank, which you know well, but his tank is not big enough, hav- 
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25 December 1885. 

. . . Luigi and Cesare — to whom with the two garden- 
ers I have given two dinners: (as also money to the in- 
fant school here, and to the two remaining sons of my 

dear servant George,) — ^will anyhow convey me up to 
3rd floor Hotel Royal at 6 P.M. I shall tell Luigi to^ 
come back at 9— or 9.15.^ 

^ Lear had overdone a walk and talk the day before, and at 
first had not thought it possible for him to join Carlingford. 
Anyhow he felt better as the day advanced and wrote the above. 
The two lonely men eat their Christmas dinner together, and were 
the better for each other's company. 

long. On this account, we do not know if it is permissible to send 
the Seal to the Royal Hotel, as we are not sure whether it would 
be received there. 

In short, after much deliberation, we have decided to send these 
explanations to your Illustrious Excellency with the appertaining 
designs. And we hope that your Excellency will deign to give us 
an answer, which will satisfactorily dispose of this serious business. 

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26 December. 1885. 

I am none the wusser, but rather the more betterer for 
your good dinner and company. 

This morning has brought me a fearful amount of let- 
ters — of which those from Augustus Drunmiond, Mary 

Mundella, the Walsingham Grants, Laura Coombe and 
other good women arc very beneficial. God certainly 
made good women. 

amiably, except that it has crunched and destroyed four fingers of 
the Town Councillors, who, acting rashly, have put their hands in 
the Seal's mouth. But as these Officers are in comfortable circum- 
stances, the loss of a few fingers, more or less, will not cause them 

We are and have the honour to sign ourselves. Illustrious Sir, 
Your most extremely humble servants, 

'The Mayor of San Remo 
G)unt Rovinzio 
Sig. Zirio 
Sig. Marsaglia 
Sig. Cav. Gastaldi 


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29. December 1885. 

This is only to say — don't make it so late before you 
come out. The best time is from 12 to 2. And always 
put a Sill Kankerchief in your pocket in case of change of 
wind: throats is very excitable in these latitudes. And 
never stay out after 4 — ^better indoors 3.45. 

I wished to tell you that the Phoca has been placed in 
my great cistern, whence it can easily out-be-got by the 
lower water course. 

I give him four biscuits and a small cup of coffee in 
the early dawning, and this morning I thought I would 
go out to sea on his back — ^which I did more than half 
way to Corsica — for he swims orfle quick. I had previ- 
ously telegraphed to Miss Campbell at Ajaccio, and she 
met me half way on her Porpoise (for she hasn't got a 
Phoca,) but our meeting was very short, owing to the 
amazing number of seagulls she herself brought with 

her, who made such a d d row that all conversation 

was unpossible. So I came straight back and telegraphed 
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Yours of yesterday, came this morning. I am very 
sorry to know you are so poorly. Let me hear from 
you again shortly. As for myself, I am sitting up to-day 
for the first time, partly dressed as the cucumber said 
when oil and vinegar were poured over him salt and 
pepper being omitted. I go on with medecine every three 
hours — and the cough — (which has shaken off one of 
my toes, 2 teeth, and 3 whiskers,) is thank God, some- 
what diminished, but I am still very ill — and have only 
(till today,) been able to leave my bed by Luigi's lifting 
me out of it, and rolling me up in a chair till I was lifted 
in again. It is a great blessing that the sun is always so 

Villa Tennyson. 

19 February. 1886. 

I was glad to know both from yourself and from Lord 
Clermont as well as from Mrs. Urquhart that you had 
reached London safely. I cannot help hoping that you 
may go to Chewton, where you have so many interests, 
and where the air is (I suppose) bradng. I hope to hear 
you are sleeping better bye and bye. 

For myself I only grow weaker: but am in no pain, 
though I have been obliged to send for Hassall this morn- 
ing owing to return of partial congestion and new threats 
of Bronchitis. • • • 

This morning's post brings me many duplicates of a 
letter written by Ruskin on " Choice of books.'* Natu- 
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ward Lear *' at the head of his list of loo 1 1 ( Vy I Veil 1 
NoInevcrdidlll)lM . . 

I continue to miss your visits extremely, but could not 
wish you to be here now, for though the sun is hotter, the 
wind is colder. Hassall irritates me by his d— — d 
Thermometers and Barometers. As if I couldn't tell 
when an East wind cuts me in half — spite of the ther- 
mometer — by reason of sunshine — ^bcing ever so high 1 1 
I told him just now that I had ordered a baked Barometer 
for dinner, and 2 Thermometers stewed in treacle for 

P.S. A letter from Lady Lyttclton, with Photographs 
just come — ^but ain't up to seeing bearer— one Baroness 
OppcU,^ granddaughter — how? why? where? of W. 
Scott. My love to Northbrook if you see him, 

II. March i886 

... I have lost a good deal of acute Bronchitic symp- 
toms, but am still in bed, congestion of lungs requiring 
great care day and night. Hassall does all he can. 

I enclose my last nonsense — but if it worries or tires • 
— don't read it. 

2 April. i886. 

Though I do not like to trubbl your izc or *ed, I must 
write a line to tell you that I have a beautiful letter to- 

^ " I don't know of any author to whom I am half so grateful 
for my idle self as Edward Lear. I shall put him first of my hun- 
dred authors." 

* Mary, granddaughter of Sir Walter Scott's brother, Thomas 
Scott; married Baron Oppell of Wilsdniff, near Dresden— conse- 
quently great niece of Sir Walter. 

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day from Lord Northbrook, with a stamped Receipt for 
the £2000. So I can do now just what I please about 
what sketches I send or don't send. 

It is impossible to say what a relief this has been to 

You will be sorry however to hear that all the last 
trials of the Autotype Company have come back — all 
total failures 1 1 they adduce some qualities of the paper 
used for this. 

I am a little better: and by Luigi's help actually got 
down to the second Terrace yesterday 1 1 but only by the 
merest toddling. 

I hope you are better: let Powell ^ write a line. 

Villa Tennyson. 
Dec. 2. i886.« 

I have plenty of discomforts just now, my rheumatism 
giving me great and constant suffering. But of all my 
discomforts, the hearing nothing of you is certainly one 
of the first. Not any one letter from either your sister 
or yourself give me the least idea of how you really are, 
or what you do, or can do. I wish you would write. 

The weather here is always bright and lovely, but cold 
now and I can hardly keep warm, tho' I have fires in two 
rooms. I do not work, having nothing to work on, for 

^ Lord Carlingford's valet. 

^ Lear had improved in health and gone in May to Milan, drift- 
ing on to the Brianza, where he had been the previous year. In 
the early part of September he was at Lucerne, working back to 
Milan, from whence he writes September 27th : " I have at length, 
thank God got away from Switzerland and so far toward Villa 
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the great 200 ^ illustrations have come to grief, the 
Autotype Company having failed to do any good, and 
their suggestion that at my age I should execute all the 
200 drawings afresh is of course too absurd to think of. 
But I fear this labour of fifty years must be given up 
altogether. I read a good deal, lying down: just now, 
Charles Kingsley's life, and I wish you were here to ask 
you about some parts of it. My own life seems to me 
more and more unsatisfactory and melancholy and dark. 
Northbrook's last account of Alfred Seymour is not very 
luminous. I live all but absolutely alone. — ^At the Royal, 
are Mrs. and two Miss Monro Fergusons, old acquaint- 
ances and pleasant enough. An old sculptor friend also, 
student in Rome with me in 1836, has come out just newly 
married at 75 aetl I miss Lushington extremely: though 
he was by no means lively, but the contrary. Some Indian 
books also (Heber etc) keep me alive, but on the whole 
I do not know if I am living or dead at times. So that 
on the whole you see that life is not lively : and I trust 
you will write by way of charity if for no other motive. 
Mrs. Hassall looks in at times, a pleasant and sensible 
woman. But there is no interchange of thought in these 
days. Hassall has proved himself an excellent Doctor 
to me. 

My cook don't improve and my food ain't lovely. I 
think I shall stop this intellectual epistle. 

10. December 1886. 

Once at a village prayer meeting, this conversation 
took place. 

1st old woman. "Say something I" 2nd. Ditto. 
" What shall I say? " ist. Ditto. " How can I tell? " 
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it then at once I '* — Result. I send this card, but having 
nothing to say but that I am not worse, perhaps rather 
better at times, but still quite disabled by rheumatism in 
arm and leg — right. 

He only said, I'm very weary. The rheumatiz he said. 
He said, its awful dull and dreary. I think I'll go to bed. 

Jpril I. 1887. 

A letter (date March 27) has just come from you, 
and I am so glad to know you are, however slightly, bet- 
ter. I wonder if you pay thorough attention to regu- 
larity of diet, on which I believe much depends. You will 
be glad to know that I go on improving. I have walked 
out on the Terrace, (always helped of course.) and have 
been more able to balance myself than I was a week ago. 
This is my unvaried scheme of diet. 6 A.M. cup of black 
coffee. 9 A.M. two eggs unbeaten with sugar, and 
then diluted with tea : two pieces of dry toast, and a slice 
of brown bread with butter. 10.45, ^ I S^^ss of Port 
wine and a biscuit, i P.M. lunch, generally fish or 
brains or some light food, and nothing more unless indi- 
gestion pains in left side worry, when I take a | glass of 
cognac and water. 7.15 P.M. bed, which I am undressed 
for and put into. I regret to say that my good servant 
Achille San Pietro who succeeded Luigi Rusconi, goes 
to-day. His silly wife at Como would not let him stay, 
professing to believe that all Sanremo was full of earth- 
quake, whereas nothing has happened here though hor- 
rors enough at villages around. 

Northbrook's stay and Lady Emma's were a very 
great blessing and I wish them back hourly. . . . 

I expect Mrs. Parker here presently — ^Augusta Bethell, 
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I have a dear little girl, Mrs. Eliot, Mary Nevill as was, 
who often comes to see me, whom I expect for an hour 
or two. 

My great ^ work — 200 illustrations naturally Is 
shunted for the present, whether ever to be resiuned who 
can tell. However, there is no doubt that I must be 
thankful to God for very great improvement in health 
during the last eight or ten days. . . . 

Weather here, day after day, is perfectly calm and 
lovely. If breathlessness allows, hope to get on to the 
Terrace later. Have got four pigeons. Have killed 
three flies. Wish Northbrook and Lady Emma were 
back. She is delightful, far more than you would sup- 
pose possible. 

18. June. 1887. 

. . . You will be glad to hear I am considerably better* 
At 7 A.M. to-day I walked nearly round all the garden, 
which for flowers in bloom is now a glorious sight. Also 
the ten pigeons are a great diversion, though beginning 
to be rather impudent and aggressive. Their punctual- 
ity as to their sitting on their eggs and vice versa I never 
knew of before. The males and females take their 
turns EXACTLY every two hours. Giuseppe * (says 
he) believes they have little watches under their wings, 
and that they wind them up at sunset, 8 P.M. standing 
on one foot and holding the watch in the other. 

^ The new servant who was with him till he died, and tended 
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August I. 1887. 

To-day's paper has brought me the sad news so long 
expected — and Clermont * is gone. I think no better man 
has made the exchange from this to the next life. But 
the loss to you, different as you were, must be most dis- 
tressing: and when you think proper I should like to 
know how poor Lady Clermont and the rest are. It 
seems all very like a dream, and indeed reality and dream 
seem to approach each other in an undefined way. 

Personally, your brother's death distresses me much. 
He has been for forty years a constant and helpful friend : 
and it never occurred to me that he would be the first 
to go. I cannot give you any good account of myself, the 
tremendous heat (even up here) and the incessant labour 
of knocking away flies worries me sadly, and to-day. 
. • • I can take no solid food whatever. It is a great 
thing to have so good a servant as Giuseppe Orsini. 

I am not up to writing any more, so must say goodbye, 
only begging you to let me hear of you soon. Also of 
Clermont's last hours if possible. 

P.S. I address as usual, not knowing if you are called 
Clermont yet. Someone said you would be Clermont- 

^Lord Clermont was the elder brother of Lord Carlingford, 
his wife was a daughter of the Marquis of Ormonde. 
* Lord Carlingford never took the former name. 

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I must send you a line, and shall be glad to hear how 
you are now. As for my own life, it is full of sadness, 
of various grades : one of my oldest friends, Hume Far- 
quhar, Mrs. G. Clive's brother has just died. He was 
always full of kindness and helpfulness for me, and his 
death is a great sadness. 

Then, my companion for thirty years — old Foss — died 
three days ago. I am so glad he did not sufiFer much, 
as he had become quite paralysed for two days. He 
had been my daily companion for thirty years, and was 
therefore thirty-one years old. I'm having a little tablet 
placed over where he is buried, and will send you a copy 
of it later on. Overleaf is a catalogue of my last works, 
twenty in all, and I think that no painter of Topography 
and Poetry has ever done more. 

Foss is buried in the garden, and I am putting up a 
little stone memorandum. 

Oct. 21. 1887 

I am in great distress. My dear good nephew, Charles 
Street having died quite suddenly in New Zealand. 
Thus in that lately happy house there are now 2 widows, 
(for Charles' son in law died only a short time ago- 
leaving a widow and 9 children) and a terrible amount of 

Thanx for card. Glad you are somewhat better. TTie 
" Nonsense " Article in Spectator j^ was really well writ- 

* A long article appeared in the Spectator of September, 1887, 
reviewing and giving extracts from Lear's three Nonsense Books 
and Laughable Lyrics, etc. " In these verses graceful fancy is so 
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ten and pleased me greatly. It has been sent to me three 

I am feeling somewhat better, but terribly weak, and 
head bad. Can't write. 

Beginning to work on the 200 A^s. large size. Very 
absurd possibly. 

P.S. Expect the Mundellas to-morrow. 

ing a real interest in Mr. Lear's absurd creations. . . . His verse 
is, as he would say, ' meloobious ' ... he has a happy gift of pic- 
torial expression, enabling him often to quadruple the laughable 
effect of his text by an inexhaustible profusion of the quaintest de- 
signs. . • • The parent of modem nonsense-writers, he is distin- 
guished from all his followers and imitators by the superior con- 
sistency with which he has adhered to his aim — ^that of amusing his 
readers by fantastic absurdities." This delightful article of Sep- 
tember 17, 1887, was by Mr. Graves on Lear's Nonsense Books. 
He also quotes the following set of examination questions which a 
friend, who is deeply versed in Mr. Lear's books, has drawn up 
for us: — 

" I. What do you gather from a study of Mr. Lear's works to 
have been the prevalent characteristics of the inhabitants of Gretna, 
Prague, Thermopylae, Wick, and Hong Kong? 

"2. State briefly what historical events arc connected with 
Ischia, Chertsey, Whitehaven, Boulak, and Jellibolee. 

" 3. 0)mment, with illustrations, upon Mr. Lear's use of the 
following words: — ^Runcible, propitious, dolomphious, borasdble, 
fizzgiggious, himmeltanious, tumble-dum-down, sponge-taneous. 

"4. Enumerate accurately all the animals who lived on the 
Quangle Wangle's Hat, and explain how the Quangle Wangle 
was enabled at once to enlighten his five travelling companions 
as to the true nature of the Q)-operativc Cauliflower. 

" 5. What were the names of the five daughters of the Old 
Person of China, and what was the purpose for which the Old 
Man of the Dargle purchased six barrels of Gargle? 

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Villa Tennyson. Sanrbmo. 

10 Nov. 1887. 

I should like to know how you are going on. I have 
gone back a good deal lately, but am better to-day than 
for 3 days past when I had that nasty fall on the Lamps. 
The pains in side are says Hassall caused by champagne, 
so he has prohibited my drinking any more at present — a 
great and ridiculous bore, inasmuch as Frank Lushington 
has just sent me 30 Bottles as a present. And moreover 
I detest cognac and water, but there is no other way out 
of the dilemma and it is certain that the pain has dimin- 
ished since I left off the Champagne. Did you see the 
notice about one of my works in The Spectator of Oct. 
27th? Very nice indeed. There is one also in " Frith's " 
new book vol. i. p. 44.* How is poor Lady Clermont? 

state your theory, if you have any, as to the character and appear- 
ance of Nupiter Piffkin. 

" 7. Draw pictures of the Plum-pudding Flea and the Mopp- 
sikon Floppsikon Bear, and state by whom waterproof tubs were 
first used. 

" 8. * There was an old man at a station 

Who made a promiscuous oration.' 
What bearing may we assume the foregoing couplet to have upon 
Mr. Lear's political views ? " 

^ " Edward Lear, afterwards well known as the author of a 
child's book called * A Book of Nonsense,' was one who became 
an intimate friend of mine, as well as fellow-student He is still 
living, I believe, somewhere in Italy. Lear was a man of varied 
and great accomplishments, a friend of Tennyson's, whose poetry 
he sang charmingly to music of his own composing. As a land- 
scape-painter he had much merit; but misfortune in the exhibition 
of his pictures pursued him, as it has done so many others, and at 
last, I fear, drove him away to try his fortune elsewhere." (W. 
P. Frith, " My Autobiography and Reminiscences," 1887, vol. 
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Is she still living at Ravensdale? Write soon if only a 
card. Yours affectionately, 

Edward Lear. 

On January 29th, 1888, Lear's end came. This is the 
last letter to Lord Carlingford that I have found. The 
mistake he makes as to Foss the cat's age is repeated on 
the memorial stone Lear put up in the garden. Foss was 
really 17 years old. " And the excellent Foss now 8 years 
old," says Mr. Lear in a letter of October 28th, 1878, 

P- 309- 

This letter from Madame Philipp, widow of Dr. Hill 
Hassall, and the extract from that of Giuseppe Orsini to 
Mr. Lushington, are a fitting ending to the letters, when 
the poor dear hand had ceased to tell its own story. 

Nice, 21st Jan. 191 1. 

I hasten to answer your letter. First of all; with re- 
spect to the Italian translation of some of Tennyson's 
poems, including ** Enoch Arden." This is by Carlo 
Faccioli,^ not by Mr. Lear. Lord Tennyson had asked 
Mr. Lear's opinion of the translation and he, knowing I 
was particularly fond of " Enoch Arden," gave me a 
copy to read and when I told him afterwards that the 
translation had made me cry just as the original always 
did, he said : *' The translation must be good then, and 
I shall write and tell Lord Tennyson what you say." 
Mr. Lear then gave me the book and wrote my name 

* A little voliunc Lear sent to Fortcscue, which I now possess, 
and which makes our great poet look strange in his foreign garb 
of wording. 


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in it with the date, April, 1886. Of course this book 
has always been treasured by me, as indeed are all my 
mementoes of this remarkable man. 

In the Introduction to your delightful book, page xxxii, 
there is a letter from Mr. Lear of July 31st, 1870, in 
which he refers to the form of heart disease from which 
he suffered for many years and which was primarily the 
cause of his death. With advancing years he had re- 
peated attacks of bronchitis and bad fits of coughing, 
with much difficulty of breathing, which greatly distressed 
him. The pain of which, he writes in the letter I send, 
marked I.,* was caused by Indigestion, from which he 
suffered very much and when the bout was over he would 
often write to me of wonderful remedies he had invented 
for it; of course describing his symptoms with his own 
characteristic spelling. 

Of late years he spent a great deal of time in his bed- 
room (see letter marked II.), going to bed early and 
getting up late, and it was In his bed-room, very much 
wrapped up, as you see, In spite of the sun shining full 
on his face (and particularly on his glasses, much to the 
discomfiture of the photographer I) that the last photo 
of Mr. Lear was taken. Foss was to have been taken 
with him, but he jumped down at the last moment In 
the photo you can see Mr. Lear's hand, as it was when 
holding the cat. On Foss's death, the 26th September, 
1886, Mr. Lear had him buried In the garden at Villa 
Tennyson and I send you a photo of the grave. By the 
date on this It Is evident that on the tombstone is an 

As time went on poor Mr. Lear became weaker, and 

* See Appendix. 

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gradually his walks In the garden ceased and at last he 
remained entirely in his bed-room, finally taking to his 
bed in January 1888. 

My first husband, Dr. Hassall was constantly in at- 
tendance on him, and I was continually in and out, Mr. 
Lear did not complain and was wonderfully good and 
patient. The day he died I was there a long time, but 
he was sinking into unconsciousness and did not know me. 

Dr. Hassall and Rev. H. S. Verschoyle, a great friend 
of ours, were with Mr. Lear when he died. I was in 
the room half an hour before the end, but my husband 
sent me away, fearing the last scene might try me too 
much. It was most peaceful, the good great heart sim- 
ply slowly ceasing to beat. We went of course to the 
funeral. I have never forgotten it, it was all so sad, so 
lonely. After such a life as Mr. Lear's had been and the 
immense number of friends he had, there was not one 
of them able to be with him at the end. 

I shall be very glad if anything I have written is of 
use to you, but in my opinion the beautifully written " In- 
troduction " to " The Letters of Edward Lear " is the 
most perfect and touching character sketch that could 
have been written of him. 

Norfolk Square, 

February 6/A, 1888. 

Dear Lord Carlingford, — I am sure you will be 
interested in an extract from a letter I received a day or 
two ago from Giuseppe Orsini, the servant who was in 
waiting on our dear old friend Edward Lear up to the 
time of his death. 


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'' Da un mese e mezzo non si stanca mai di parlare 
del suoi stretti e stretti suoi buoni amici. Ma il giorno 
29, a mezza notte e mezzo con mio grande dolore mi 
facdo Inter prete dell' uldme sue parole — sono queste 
precise e sante parole — ' MIo buon Giuseppe ml sento 
che muolo— Mi renderete un sagro servizio presso I 
miel amici e parenti, dicendo loro che il mio ultimo pen- 
siero fui per loro, specialmente il giudice, Lord North- 
brook e Lord Carlingford. Non trovo parole abba- 
stanze per ringraziare i miei buoni amici per tutto il bene 
che mi hanno sempre fatto. Non ho risposto alle loro 
lettere perche non potevo scrivere, perche appena pren 
devo la penna in mano che mi sentivo morire.' " ^ 

. • . Lear had given him an inscription which he 
wished to have placed on his tomb. 

Believe me, 

Very truly yours, 


* " For a month and a half he was never tired of talking of his 
nearest and dearest, his good friends. But on the 29th, half an 
hour after midnight, with the greatest grief I act as interpreter 
of his last words — they arc these precise and holy words—* My 
good Giuseppe, I feel that I am d)ang. You will render me a 
sacred service in telling my friends and relations that my last 
thought was for them, e^ecially the Judge and Lord Northbrook 
and Lord Carlingford. I cannot find words sufficient to thank my 
good friends for the good they have always done me. I did not 
answer their letters because I could not write, as no sooner did I 
take a pen in my hand than I felt as if I were dying.' " 


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Far off to sunnier shores he bad us go, 
And find him in his labyrinthine maze 
Of orange, olive, myrtle,— charmed ways 
Where the gray violet and red wind-flower blow, 
And lawn and slope are purple with the glow 
Of kindlier climes. There Love shall orb our days. 
Or, like the wave that fills those balmy bays, 
Pulse through our life and with an ebbless flow; 
So now, my dove, but for a breathing while 
Fly, let us fly this dearth of song and flower, 
And, while we fare together forth alone 
From out our winter-wasted Northern isle. 
Dream of his rich Mediterranean bower. 
Then mix our orange-blossom with his own. 



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Villa Tennyson, 

San Rbmo. 
March i, 1886. 
Dbar Mrs. Hassall, — I don't expect the Doctor will get out 
for some time yet, for it seems to me to get colder and colder 
every day. 

I had another DREADFUL bout of pain yesterday morning, 
but it passed ofi thanks partly to the " Red " physic: and to Luigi, 
who for once was frightened, — for giving me some coffee and 

To-day I am rather better as to indigestion, but with more 
difficulty of breathing, which I impute to the greater cold. Mean- 
while I beg to assure Dr. H. that I will mind his advice about keep- 
ing my feet warm, — and (though you need not tell him this,) 
I have just hit upon 2 quite original inventions, ( i. for keeping the 
feet warm, and 2. for getting rid of what is called phlattulence), 
and I believe 2 gold meddles at least will be awarded to me. 

Your oat-broth — (as Cesare Gheggi makes it) — is wonderfully 
good ; with the Port wine, of which I take one glass daily. Ought 
I to drink some hot water and put my feet into gruel? 

I shall be very glad whenever you can afford time to give me a 
visit, but I don't expect you, knowing how much you have to do 
with your own invalid. 

I see by to-day's paper that Professor John Ruskin is about to 
publish a " Treatise on Nonsense " ! ! ! ! 

So I am sending him 3 more of my books. And I have just 
written (the last Nonsense poen I shall ever write), a history of 


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my "Aged Uncle Arley." — stuff begun years ago for Lady £• 

Yours sincerely, 

{Signed) Edward Lear. 


Villa Tennyson. 

Octbr. 21, 1885. 
Dear Mrs. Hassall, — ^This morning's post brings me a very nice 
letter from Mr. Kettlewell, which I think you and Dn Hassall 
may like to see, whereon I send it. 

I was sorry to see so little of the Doctor yesterday, but I rise so 
late now and go to bed so early, that I have but very little leisure 
time. The best conditions of finding me now-a-days are from 12 
to I p.m., in the garden, which I get to when it is fine. 

I did not say all I might have said to Dr. H. about my health, 
thinb'ng he might upbraid (or down-braid) me for doing more 
than I ought to do at my age, and considering how feeble I am, 
consequently — ^though I tell you in confidence — I did not tell him 
that I had climbed to the top of the tallest Eucalyptus tree in my 
garden and jumped thence into the Hotel Royal grounds, — nor that 
I had leaped straight over the outer V. Tennyson wall from the 
highroad, — nor that I had run a race with my cat from here to 
Vintimiglia, having beaten Foss by 8 feet and a half. Those facts 
you can impart to Dr. Hassall or knot as you like. 

Yours sincerely, 
(Signed) Edward Lear. 


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Villa Tbnnyson. 

Novr. 3, 1883 

My dear Sot John, — I send you in this letter 2 G>rpses of 
the most abominable — or rather, bee-bominable insects that ever 
made a florist miserable. The plague of blade bees has multiplied 
here so horribly, and they are so destructive — that there is not a 
seed of my beautiful Grant-Duff Ipomoeas anjn^here, as the beestly 
bees pierce all the flowers and no seed is matured. We are driven 
mad by these bees, and have bees on the brain ; we kill them by 
scores and the ground is beestrewn with their Bodies. Even the 
broom we use to sweep them away is called a Beesom. Can you 
at all enlighten me as to where these creatures build, or if they 
live more than a single summer? Or is there any fluid or sub- 
stance which may kill them and save me the trouble of running 
about after them. I beeseech you to do what 3rou can for me in the 
way of advice. 

I saw by the papers that you have been staying at Knowsley 
latel]^ — a place whidi was my home in past days for many years. 
I wonder if you saw a lot of my paintings and drawings. Lord 
Derby is always employing me in one way or another, as did his 
father, his grandfather, and his greatgrandfather. Fancy having 
worked for 4 Earls of Derby I 

Please do not forget to send any of your friends to my gallery 
at Foords, 129. Wardour Street, where I have now the only exhi- 
bition of my topographic works — oil and water colors. You may 
have seen some of G>rsica if Lord D. has those of mine, at 

I heard from Miss Mundella last from Varese, and ke^ hop- 
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at Monte Generoso, which I had just left after the death of my 
dear good old Suliot servant who died there on Augt. 8 last, and 
whose death, after 30 years of service and good work has been 
to me a most serious grief. Nevertheless his 2 sons are now with 
me, and if you would come I could still manage to receive you 
comfortably, and you might study the Beeze all day long. Some 
of Govr. Grant-Duff*s Ipomoeas are delightful. One of the plants 
he sent, Solanum Jubulatum, has such and so many thorns that we 
cannot walk at all near it. 

Yours sincerely, 

Edward Lear. 


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Plate. Xxxustratzd Lmx. Places RzPKEssMnD. Pozkb. 

1. The sun was sloping to hb Cannes, France Mariana 

western bower 

2. « " Albenga, Italy 

3. « " Sarrara (Bombay Presi- 

dency, India) 

4. " " Waiee (Bombay Presi- 

dency, India) 

5. Embowered vaults of pil- Tel-El-Kebeer, Egypt RecoUections of the 

lar'd palm Arabian Nights 

6. " " Wady Feiran, Pales- 


7. Far down, and where the Viro, Corfu, Greece ** 

lemon grove 

8. The solemn palms were Phils, Egypt ** 

ranged above 

9. From the long alley's lat- Turin, Italy ** 

ticed shade 

la The waterfall, a pillar of Mendrisio, Switzerland Ode to Memory 
white light 

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TuxE. IixuRtATiD Ldo. Piacss Sxpushitid. Poms. 

11. The waterfall, a pillar of Oiftchiner See, Switzer- Ode to Memory 

white light land 

12. Wnd and wide the waste Terradna, Italy ** 

enormous march 

13. And from the East rare Amalfi, Italy The Poet 

sunrise flowed 

14. Flowing like a crystal river Platania, Crete The Poet's Mind 

15. The purple mountain yon- Mt. Olympus, Thessaly ** 


16. Sweet is the colour ol cove Palaiokastritza, Corfu The Sea Fairies 

and cave 

17. One willow over the river River Anio^ Campagna The Dying Swan 

hung diRoma 

18. Stands m the sun, and Barrackpoie, Calcutta, Love and Death 

shadows all beneath India 

19- ** " Dead Sea, Palestine 

ao. In the yew-wood black as Kingly Vale, Chiches- The Ballad ol 

night ter, England Oriana 

21. Tin all the crimson passed Pentedatelo^ Calabria, Mariana in the 

and changed Italy South 

92. ** " Calicut, Malabar, India ** 

23. Like the crag that fronU Kasr £s Saad, Nile, Eleanore 

the evening Cgypt 

24. Crimson over an inland Lago Luro, Epirus, ** 

mere Albania 

25. Thunderclouds,that, hung Joinnina, Epirus, Al- ^ 

on high bania 

2^ u it tt u u 

27* The white chalk quarry Arundel, Sussex The Miller's 

from the hiO Daughter 

28. The sunset, north and Nami, Italy ** 


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Plats. Illustratbd Lzns. PLAcsa Rkpibsentid. Pokmb. 

29. Beneath the city's eastern Constantinople, Turkey Fatinu 


30. There is a vale in Ida Mount Ida, Asia Minor (Enone 

31. Beneath the whispering Phyle, Attica, Greece ** 


32. My tall dark pines that Bavella, G>rsica ^ 

plumed the craggy ledge 

--^ « « «< « « 

34. A huge crag platform Mendrisio, Switzeriand The Palace ci Art 

35. " " Meteora, Thessaly, '* 


36. One showed, all dark and Pentedatdo, Calabria, ** 

red, a tract of sand Italy 

37. One show'd an iron coast Gozo, Malta ^ 

38. One show'd an iron coast Cape St. Angdo, ^ 

and angry waves Amalfi, Italy 

39. And one, a full-fed river River SperchSius, *• 

winding slow Thermopylae, Greece 

40. And one, the reapers at Below Monte Gennaro, ** 

their sultry toil Tivoli, Italy 

41. And highest, — snow and Taormina, Sicily * 


42. And one a foreground Etna, Sicily * 

black with stones and 

43. And one, an English home Stratton, Hampshire " 


44. The Maid-mother by a Campadi Roma, Italy ** 


45. " " Mount Soracte, Italy * 

46. A clear wall'd dty by the Ragusa, Dalmatia ** 


47. Hills, mth peaky tops en- Telicherry, Malabar, ** 

grial'd India 


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48. Qrt round with blacknest Mar Sabbat, Palestine The Palace ci Art 

49. The Palace of Art Lago Lugano, Switzer^ " 


50. A land of streams Vodghena, Macedonia The Lotus Eaters 

51. They sat them down upon Euboea, Greece ** 

the yellow sand 

52. Moonlight on still waters Philse, Egypt ^ 

53. To watch the crisping rip- Parga, Albania ** 


54. Only to hear were sweet Euboea, Greece ** 

55. All night the spires of sil- Wady Feiran, Palestine A Dream ol Fair 

ver shine Women 

56. Mom broaden'd on the Gvitella di Subiaco^ ** 

borders of the dark Italy 

57. I will see before I die the Date Palms, Sheikh "You Ask Me 

palms and temples of Abadeh Why'' 

the south 

58. ** •• Dom Pahns, MahatU ** 

59. ** ** Cocoa Palms, TeUcherry ** 

60. " - Cocoa Palms, Mahee " 
6i. " " Cocoa Palms, Akepsly *• 

62. *• ** Cocoa Palms, Ratna- ** 


63. *• ** Cocoa Palms, Awa- * 


64. « « Palmyra Pahns, Arrah * 

65. ^ *• Areka Palms, Ratna- * 


66. « «* Sago Palms, CaUcut * 
€7. "" ** TaHpat Palms, Malabar ** 


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Plate. Iixusteatkd Lms. Piacss Rspussntkd. Foxmb. 

68. I will see before I die the Temples of Paestum, ''You Ask Me 

palms and temples of Italy Why" 

the south 

69. " " Temple of Segesta, ~ 


7a ** ** Temples of Girgcnti, ** 


71. *• *• Temple of Bassas, *« 

Arcadia, Greece 

72. *• « Temples of Thebes, *• 


73. " " Temple of Philse, Egypt *• 

74. « « « a 

75. •• " Temple of Dendoor, « 


76. ** ** Temples of Conjeviram • 

(Madras Presidency, 

77. « «• Temples of Mahabali- ^ 

puram (Madras Pres- 
idency, India) 

78. " ** Temples of Tanjore * 

(Madras Presidency, 

79. " " Temples of Trichinopoly " 

80. A place of tombs Kleissoura, Albania Morte d' Arthur 

81. A cedar spread his dark Mount Lebanon The Gardener's 

green hiyers of shade Daughter 

82. Sighing for Lebanon '* '* 

83. A length of bright horizon Tivoli, Italy " 

rimm'd the dark 

84. And the sun fell, and all Tel El Ful, Gibeah, Dora 

the land was dark Palestine 

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85. The white convent down Sta. Maria de Polii, St. Simon Styfitea 

the valley there Calabria, Italy 

86. Hail, hidden to the kneet Blighfield, Su£Fordshire, The Talking Oak 

in fern England 

87. Among these barren Ithaca Ulysses 


88. For all remembrance b Campagna di Roma ** 

an arch 

89. There lies the port Ithaca ** 

90. Breadths of tropic shade, Daijeering Locksley Hall 

and palms in cluster 

91. " " " " 




















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Summer isles of Eden 

Calicut, Malabar, India 

JOG. Darkness in the village Westfield, Hastings, TheTwoVdcet 
yew England 

loi. In gazing up an Alpine The Matterhom, Smtz- ** 

crag erland 

102. Across the hills and far Montenegro The Day Dream 


X03. The twilight died into Coast near Via Reg^o, ** 

the dark Italy 

X04. A light upon the shining Monastery of Panto- St. Agnes' Eve 
sea kratora, Mt. Athos 

105. Ill}rrian woodlands Ahkridha To E. L. on his 

Travels in Greece 


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106. Echoing falls of water 


River Kalama, Albania 

J07. Sheets of summer glass Lake of Ahkridha 

108. The bng divine Peneian Pass of Tempe, Hiet- 

Pass saly, Greece 

109. The vast Akrokeraunian Coast of Albania 




'* Khemara 



«< PassofTcheka 


M ( 

** Dragihadhes 



Mount Tomahrit from 
above Tyrana 






Mount Athos from the 



Mount Athos from 
above Eriligova 



Mount Athos from 
above Erisso 



Mount Athos from 
above Karues 






Monastery of Koutk>- 



Monastery of Panto- 



Monastery of Suvro- 



Monastery of KarakaUa 



Monastery of Philotheo 



Monastery of Iviron 



Monastery of Laura 


To E. L. on his 
Travels in Greece 

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Puis. hamataa lax. 

P1ACS8 RxrusnmD. 


127. AthM 

Monastery of Laura 

To E. L. on hb 
Travels in Greece 

ia8. « 

Monastery ol St. Niloe 


129. « 

Monastery of St. Paul 


13a " 

Monastery of St. 


131. « 

Monastery of St. Gre- 


133. " 

Monastery of Simopetra 


133. " 

Monastery of Xeropo- 


134. - 

Monastery of Zeno- 


135. " 

Monastery of Russikon 


136. " 



137. " 

Monastery of Kosta- 


138. « 

Monastery of Zographoe 


139. " 




Monastery of Esphig- 



Monastery of Batopaidi 



All tilings fair 





Campagna di Roma 








Kinchinjunga, from 



In curves the yellowing 
nver ran 

Tepelene, Albania 

Sir Launcelot and 
Queen Guinevere 


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Plaie. Iixosxratsd Lnn. Places Sxpushitid. 
147. In curves the yellowing Suli, Albania 

Sir Launcebt and 
Queen Guinevere 

148. Bejrond the darkness and Wady Halfeh, Second The Vision of Sin 

the cataract Cataract, Egypt 

J49. Uprose the m]rstic moun- Mount CEta, Greece ** 
tain range 

150. Yon orange sunset wan- Ravenna, Italy 

ing slow 

151. In lands of palm and Nice 

orange blossom 

"Move Eastward, 
Happy Earth" 

The Daisy 



153. What Roman streng:th Turbia 

Turbia showed 

154. How like a gem beneath, Monaco, from Turbia 




156. Lands of palm and or- Mentone 
ange blossom 




161. Ice far up on a mountain Taggia 


162. High hill convent seen Sanctuary of Lampe- 


1 63 . Olive hoary cape in ocean Port Mauiizio 

164. What slender campanile Finale 

165. Nor knew we well what Capo di NoB 

pleased us most 

166. A mouldered citadel on Vado 

the coast 


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167. High on mountain cor- Var^ge TheDaitjr 


168. I stayed the wheek at Cogoletto ** 


169. The grave severe Gen- Geneva ** 

oese of old 

17a Sun-«mltten Alpe before Monte RotayfromVarese ** 

me lay 

171. ** ** Monte Rosa, from Lago * 


172. ** " Monte Rosa, from Monte *• 


173. We came at last to G>mo Lago di Como, from ** 

Villa Serbellone 

174. « a u u 

175. One tall agave above the Lago di Como, from ** 

lake Varenna 

176. That fair port Varenna, Lago di Como ** 

177. Rosy blossom in hot Petra, Syria, Palestine " 


178. A promontory of rock Capo St. Angelo, CorfQ Will 

179. Calm and still light on Mount Hermon, Syria In Memoriam 

great plain 

180. " ** Monte Generoso, Swit- " 


181. A looming bastion fringed Coast of Travancore, ** 

with fire India 

182. The fortress and the St. Leo, near San Mar- ** 

mountain ridge ino, Italy 

183. On Sinai's peaks Mount Sinai, Palestine ** 

184. Silver sails all out of the Malabar Point,Bombay, The Princess 

West India 

185. On thy Parnassus Mount Parnassus, ^ 



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Plats. Iixusteated Lnn. Placis RBPHSEMna Poms. 

j86. The cataract shattering First Cataract, Nile, The Princess 

on black blocks ^STPt 

187. The splendour falls on Suli, Epirus, Albania *^ 

castle walls 

188. " " Sermoneta, Pontine ** 

Marshes, Italy 

189. " " Celano, Abruzzi, Italy « 

190. " ** San Nodto, Calabria, *• 


191. " " Bracdano, Italy *• 

192. The cypress in the Palace Villa d'Este, Tivoli, " 

walk Italy 

193. A little town with towers (?) Near Orte, on the ** 

upon a rock Tiber, Italy 

194. Among the tumbled frag- Cinalo, Calabria, Italy Launcelot and 

ments of the hills Elaine 

195. Between the steep cliff Beachy Head, Sussex, Guinevere 

and the coming sea England 

196. On some vast plain be- Damascus, Syria ** 

fore a setting sun 

197. " " Missooree, India " 

198. " " Monte Generoso, Swi: " 


199. " " Thebes, Egypt 

200. The mountam wooded to Enoch Arden's Island Enoch Arden 

the peak 


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Claude Lorraine's house on the Tiber. 


Street Scene in Lekhreda, &c. 

The Castle of Harytena, &c 


Mount Parnassus, &c., Northern Greece. 


Prato-lungo, near Rome. 

The City of Syracuse. 





The Temple of Bassae, &c. 


The Temple of PhUae. 

The Island of Phila. 


Kasr es saad. 



Cattaro in Dalmatia. 

On the Nile near Assioot. 

On the NQe, Nagadeh. 

On the Nile near Ballas. 




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The following Persons, being desirous that Mr. Lear's Pic- 
ture of the " Temple of Bassae," should find an appropriate and 
permanent place in the Museum of a Classical University have sub- 
scribed towards its purchase, with a view to its presentation to the 
Fitzwilliam Museum, Cambridge. 

Sir Thomas Dyke Acland, Bart. 




Rev. Ellis Ashton. 

Thomas G. Baring, Esq., M.P. 
William F. Beadon, Esq. 
Professor Bell, P.L.S., &c., &c. 
John G. Blencowe, Esq. 
Robert J. Blencowe, Esq. 
Henry A. Bruce, Esq., M.P. 
Rev. H. Montagu Butler, Head 
Master of Harrow School. 

G. Cartwright, Esq. 
Rev. Charles M. Church. 
Rev. Waiiam G. Clark. 
Lord Clermont. 
George Clive, Esq., M.P. 
S. W. Qoves, Esq. 
Colonel Qowes. 
William Crake, Esq. 
Rev. John E. Cross. 

Miss Duckworth. 

Harvie Farquhar, Esq. 
Chichester F. Fortescue, Esq., 

F. W. Gibbs, Esq. 

Terrick Hamilton, Esq. 
John Battersby Harford, Esq. 
John S. Harford, Esq. 
Dr. Henry. 
A. He3rwood, Esq. 
Admiral Sir Phipps Hornby. 
Lady Hornby. 
Mrs. Hornby. 
Rev. J. J. Hornby. 
The Hon. Mrs. Grevillc How- 
Bernard Husey-Hunt, Esq. 

William Langton, Esq. 
Colonel W. Martin Leake. 
Mrs. W. Martin Leake. 
I The Ladies Legge. 


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Franklin Lushington, Esq. 

K. Macaulay, Esq. 

James G. Marshall, Esq. 

R. Monckton Milnes, Esq., 

D. R. Morier, Esq. 

William Ncvill, Esq. 

T. Gambier Parry, Esq, 
Edward Pcnrhyn, Esq. 
Thomas Potter, Esq. 

Sir James Reid. 

Henry R. Sandbach, Esq. 
William R. Sandbach, Esq. 
Mrs. William and Mrs. George 

Alfred Seymour, Esq. 
Sir John Simeon, Bart. 
Lord Stanley, M.P. 

Thomas Tatton, Esq. 
Alfred Tennyson, Esq., Poet 

George S. Venables, Esq. 

Frances, G)untess Waldegrave. 
Lord Wenlock. 
S. F. Widdrington, Esq. 
Thomas H. Wyatt, Esq. 
Charles Griffith Wynne, Esq. 
Charles Griffith Wynne, Esq., 

Jun., M.P. 
Mrs. Griffith Wynne. 

Miss Yates. 

15, Stratford Place, Oxford Strbbt, 
December lO/A, 1859. 


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A Classical Landscape, embracing the Sites of Argos, Tiryns, 
Nauplia, and the Lernaean Marsh: 



by thb following members of the college: — 

The Master of Trinity. 

Charles S. Bagot, Esq. 

Robert Berry, Esq. 

Hugh Blackburn, Esq. 

P. Pleydell-Bouverie, Esq. 

Edward Ernest Bowen, Esq. 

Marston C. Buszard, Esq.,Q.C. 

Professor Butcher. 

The Archbishop of Canterbury. 

George Chance, Esq. 

Francis J. Coltman, Esq. 

William H. Coltman, Esq. 

Hon. Mr. Justice Denman. 

The Earl of Derby, K,G. 

Rev. W. Arthur Duckworth. 

Rev. Canon Elwyn. 

Rev. Canon Evans. 

Thomas William Evans, Esq. 

Frands Galton, Esq. 

F. W. Gibbs, Esq., C.B., Q.C. 

Rt. Hon. Sir Reginald Hanson, 
Lord Mayor of London. 

J. A. Hardcastle, Esq. 

J. Harman, Esq. 

Douglas Denon Heath, Esq. 

Rt. Hon. Sir Henry T. Hol- 
land, Bart.,K.C.M.G., M.P. 
Jpril, 1887. 

Professor Jebb. 

Henry Vaughan Johnson, Esq. 

John Kirkpatrick, Esq. 

Walter Leaf, Esq. 

Edmund Law Lushington, Esq., 
Lord Rector of the Univer- 
sity of Glasgow. 

Franklin Lushington, Esq. 

Vernon Lushington, Esq., Q.C. 

Charles S. Maine, Esq. 

Alfred Martineau, Esq. 

J. S. Neville, Esq. 

C. L. Norman, Esq. 

Sir Frederick Pollock, Bart. 

Professor H. Sidgwick. 

Hon. Mr. Justice Stephen, 

Charles Johnstone Taylor, Esq. 

Frederick Tennyson, Esq. 

Hon. Hallam Tennyson. 

Lord Tennyson. 

Francis Charlewood Turner, 
Esq., M.D. 

Rev. Charles Henry Turner. 

J. Westlake, Esq., Q.C 

George V. Yod, Esq. 


Digitized by 



Names not individualised are given in italics. 

Abercxombie, Dr., 69. 
Aberdare, Lord, see Bruce, Henry. 
Aberdeen, Lord, 198, 214. 
Aberdeen, Lady, 198. 
Abingdon, Lord, 263. 
Acland, Charles, 242. 
Acton, C. J. E., 44. 
" Ahkond of Swat, The," 140, 146, 

Ainslie, Sir Whitelaw, 166. 
Airlie, Lady, 226. 
Airlie, Lord, 226. 
Albert, Prince (Consort), 216, 

Alexander, J., 254. 
Alexander IL, 45. 
Alexander IIL, 45. 
Alice, Princess, 92. 
Allen, Rev. F. A., 3-4. 
Allen, Mrs., 3-7. 
Amphill, Lord, 291. 
Andersen, Hans Christian, 167. 
" Anne, Sister," see l-ear, Ann. 
Anson, CoL the Hon. A H. A., 

V.C, 221. 
Anstey, R, 256. 
"Ape," 91. 

Argyll, Duchess of, 221. 
Argyll, Duke of, 211, 212, 213, 

218, 220, 253. 
Arnold, Dr., 116. 
Arnold, Sir Edwin, 230, 231. 
Arnold, Matthew, 247. 
Ashburton, Lady, 7h I73» 181, 


Auckland, Lord, 152. 
Aumale, Due d', 92, 95, iii. 
Aumale Duchesse d', 95. 
Avebury, Lord, see Lubbock, Sir 

Bagot, Mrs. L,, 153. 

Bagot, Richard (Howard), 89. 

Bagots, 89. 

Bagshawe, Sir — , 145. 

Baillie, Lady Francis, 219. 

Baker, Pasha, 277. 

Baring, see Northbrook, Lord. 

Baring, 24. 

Baring, Miss (Lady Emma Crich- 

ton), 12a 
Baring, Mr., 129. 
Baring, Arthur, drowned, 106, 128. 
Baring, Lady Emma, 185. 
Baring, Evelyn (Lord Cromer), 

42, 51, 52, 56, IS3» i^ 176, 231, 

Baring, Frank, 129, 291. 
Baring, T., 128. 
Baring, T. G., M.P., 49, see 

Northbrook, Lord (2nd Baron). 
Baroda, poisoning affair of, 161. 
Baroda, Gaikwar Mulharkao of, 

Barry, Dr., discovered to be a 

woman, 50. 
Bathursts, 38. 

Battenberg, Prince Henry of, 310. 
Beaconsfield, Lord, 197; see Dis- 


Digitized by 


Later Letters of Edward Lear 

Beatrice, Princess, 217, 250, 31a 
Beaufort, Sir E., 2f>. 
Belgians, King of the, 126. 
Bent, Theodore, 307. 
Bethell, Gussie, see Parker, Gus- 

Bethell, Walter, 234. 
Bethells, Westbury, 43. 
Beverley, Lord, 43. 
Birch, Sir A., 154. 
Birrell, Mrs. (see Tennyson), 

Bismarck, 296. 
Boers, character of, 214. 
Bohaja, Filippo, 187. 
Bonera, Sig. Luigi, 145. 
"Book of Nonsense, The," 14, 

61, 69, 330. 
Boscawen, Miss (Mrs. Deane), 


Boswell, Mrs., see Lear, Mary. 

Boswell, R. S., husband of Mary 
Lear, 4, 5, 6. 

Bowen, Sir G. R, 274. 

Boyle, Audrey, 286. 

Boyle, Hon. Edmund, 57. 

Boyles, 300. 

Bradford, Lord, 75. 

Braham, Augustus, 198. 

Braham, Charles, 198. 

Braham, Constance, 198. 

Braham, Ward, 179, 196^ 

Brassey, Lord, 222. 

Briggs, Sir G., 214. 

Bright, John, 133. 

Bright, Richard, 189. 

Brougham, Lord, 75. 

Bruce, Mrs. Henry, 120. 

Bruce, the Rt. Hon. Henry G. 
(Lord Aberdare), 133, 136, 150, 
171, 172, 178, 181, 265. 

Bruce, the Hon.— ("The Duf- 
fer"), 105. 

Buccleuch, Duchess of, 82. 

Buccleuch, Duke of, 75. 

Bunsens, 43. 

Bume, Lady Agnes, 295. 
Burke, Sir Bernard, 224. 
Bush (Lear's publisher), 91, 105, 

175. 176, 207. 
Butler, Dr., 72, 73, 
Butler, Mrs., 72. 
Buxton, Mr., 73, 
Byng, Cblonel, 218. 
Byron, 164, 221. 

Caldwell, Colonel, 222. 
Caldwell, Mrs., 222. 
Cambridge, Duke of, 106. 
Camerons, 31. 
Campbell, Miss, "of Corsica," 

253, 320. 
Carlingford, self-styled Irish Earl, 

223, 224. 
Carlingford, Lord, see Fortescue, 

Carlisle, 9th Earl of, 167. 
Carlyle, Countess of, 167. 
Carlyle, Thomas, 71, 170, 309. 
Carnarvon, Earl of, 65, 217. 
Carter, J. Bonham, 296. 
Carysfort, Lord, 59. 
Castro, Thomas, 139. 
Cavendish, Lord Frederick, 280. 
Cesare, 304, 318, 338. 
Chamberlain, Right Hon. Joseph, 

215, 260, 294. 
Chartres, Due de, 107. 
Chesters, 89. 
Chichester, Lady Hamilton, 54, 

Chirol, Valentine A., 247. 
Church, Canon (Charles), 9, 199, 

24s, 252, 260. 
Church, Dean (Richard William), 

Churchill, Lady, 250. 
Churchill, Lord Randolph, 310, 

Qancarty, Earl of, 178. 
Ckrendon, Earl of, loi. 
Clark, Sir Andrew, 194. 


Digitized by 



Clay-Kccton, Mr., no. 
Qermont, Lord, 76, 84, loi, 195* 

Clermonts, 196, aoi. 
aive, G., 172, 330. 
Qivc, Mrs. G., 253, 302, 330. 
Clives, 24. 

Clough, Arthur Hugli, 116. 
Clowes, 253. 
Cobden, Richard, 47. 
Cochranes, Baillie — , 95. 
Cocks, T. S., 46. 
Colenso, Bishop, 33, 79. 
Coleridges, 1991 
CoUeredo, Countess, 36, 37. 
Collins, Wilkic, 34, 271. 
Colonna, 290. 

"Competition-Wallah, The," 34. 
Congreve, Dr., 174. 
Congreve, the Misses, 174. 
Congreve, Hubert, Preface by, 2, 

Congreve, Hubert, 178, 225. 
Congreve, Richard, 104, 116, 118. 
Congreve, Walter, 114, 118, 137, 

Connaught, Duke of, 25a 
Coombe, Laura, 319. 
Cork, Earl of, 57. 
"Corsica, Journal in,'* 88, 90. 
CortasMi. 38. 
Courtenay, Miss, 242. 
Cowper, Lord, 291. 
Cranboume, Lord, 65. 
Cranbrook, Lord, 214. 
Cranworth, Lord, 46. 
Cromer, Earl of, see Evelyn Bar* 

Cross, Mr. (husband of George 

Eliot), 242. 
Crouch, 161. 
Cumberland, Duke of, portraits 

of, at Genoa, 145. 
Cumberland, present Duke of, 

Curcumelli, Sir D., 42, 69. 

Dabinett, Miss, 8. 

Dagmar, Princess (Dowager Em- 
press of Russia), 45. 

Dalhousie, Earl of, 75, 82. 

Davy, Sir Humphry, 132. 

Davy, Lady, 132, 19a 

Deane, CoU 153. 

Delane, 98. 

Denison, Bishop, 219. 

Dennett, Miss, 233. 

Derby, Earl of, 23; reputed au- 
thor of the "Book of Non- 
sense," 62, 77, loi, 105, 117, 222, 

Derby Lady, 120, 123, 175. 
Des Voeux, Miss, 75. 
Des Voeux, Sir Charles, 75. 
Des Voeux, Charlotte (Lady 

Grey), 75- 
Dillon, J. B., 55. 

Dimitri (Demitri, Demetrio, De- 
metrius Kokali, son of George) 

16, 193, 279. 
Disraeli, 61, 78, 80, 107, 167, 168, 

171, 174. 175, 254. 
Dormer, Miss, 263. 
Douglas, Lady Frances Harriet, 

see Fitzwilliam, Lady. 
Drummond, Andrew, 29, iia 
Drummond, Augustus, 319. 
Drummond, Edgar, 32. 
Drummond Mrs. Edgar, 32. 
Drummond, R., 126. 
Duckworth, Canon, 181. 
Duff, James Cunningham Grant, 

Duff, Sir Mountstuart Grant, 166, 

"Duffer, The," 125. 
Duncan, Lady, 38, 43, 59- 

Earsley, Sir CxnxEY, 190. 
Earle, Mr., 222. 
Eaton, Mr., 114. 
Ebury, Lord, 95. 
Edmunds, Leonard, 46. 


Digitized by 


Later Letters of Edward Lear 

Edward, Colonel James Bevan, 

Edwards, 52, 53. 
Elcho, Lord, 75. 
Elgin, 7th Earl of, 219. 
Eliot, George, 242. 
Ellen (Ellinor), Lear's sister, see 

Lear, Ellen. 
Elliot, Georgina Isabella, 72. 
Elliot, Rt Hon. Hugh, 89. 
Ellis, Arthur, 185. 
Ely, Lady, 218, 250. 
Erasmo, 210, 215, 302. 
Erroll, Lady, 54. 
Eugenie, Empress, 106. 
Ewart, 250. 

Faccioli, Caslo, 331. 

Fairbaim, Mrs., and children, 

portrait by Hunt, 42. 
Fairbaim, T., 39, 64. 
Famham, Lord, 297. 
Fawkes, Captain, 153. 
Fawkes, T. W., 153. 
Fenton, Rev. — (chaplain at San 

Remo), 125, 165, 199. 
Ferguson, Mrs. Monro, 324. 
Ferguson, Misses Monro, 324. 
Ferrari, M., 299. 
Fitzmaurice, Lord Edmond, 106. 
FitMstephen, 161. 
Fitzwilliam, Lady, 42. 
Fitzwilliam, Lord, 42, 43. 
Fitzwilliam Museum, the, 10. 
Foord and Dickinson, 113. 
Forster, Rt Hon. W. E., 278, 280, 

291, 30s, 310. 
Fortescue, Chichester (Lord Car- 
lingford) 24, 30; Secretary to 
Ireland, 48 et seq., 91, 108, iii ; 
President of the Board of 
Trade, 94, 98, 108, in, 129, 149; 
loses his wife. Lady Walde- 
grave, 45, 193, 201; appointed 
Lord Privy Seal, 206, 211; ap- 
pointed President of Cx>undl, 


257f 263; at Balmoral, 294; 

stays with Lear and is taken ill, 

314 et seq. 321. 
Fortescue, Miss, the actress, 267. 
Foss the Cat, 13, 125; dies aged 

seventeen, 358, 360, 365. 
Francillon, 24. 
Francisco d'Assisi, 118. 
Franklin, Sir John, 86, 225. 
Franklin, Lady, 69. 
Frederica, Princess, of Hanover, 

Frederick, Emperor, 244. 
Frederick, Empress, 244. 
Frederick, Lear's brother, see 

Lear, Frederick. 
Frederick, Prince, 145. 
Fremantle, the Hon. Mrs. — ifUe 

Eardley) 19a 
Frere, Hookham, 54. 
Frith, W. P., Rj\., 330. 
Fytche, the Rev. Stephen, 46. 

Galuera, Duchesse de, 290. 

Galloway, Lord, 72. 

(jalway. Lord, 312 

(jastaldi, 23. 

(Seorge (Giorgio) Cokali, Lear's 
Suliot servant, 14, 15, 19, 20^ 34, 
36, 74. "3. "4. "7, 125. 144. 
146, 163; illness and return to 
Ck)rfu, 153, etc; recovery and 
return, 177 et seq., 187, iffl, 193, 
198, 201, 209, 228, 237, 238, 2S7, 
262, 287. 

George I., (jeorge II., (jeorge III., 
portraits of, at (jenoa, 145. 

(jeorge V., of Hanover, 294. 

Gibbs, F. W., Q.C, C.B., 109. 

Gibson, John, the sculptor, 52, 54. 

Gillies, 148. 

Gillies, Emily, 96, 136. 

Gillies, Mr., 8, 136. 

Giuseppe, the gardener, 146. 

Giuseppe, Orsini, 193, 209, 327, 

Digitized by 



Gladstone, Mrs., 78. 

Gladstone, the Rt Hon. W. E., 

78, 86, 133, 136, 172, 179, 211, 

213, 229, 238, 260, 268, 276, 280, 

Glass, Lady, 75. 
Glass, Sir Richard, 74. 
Gloucester, Duke of, 145. 
Godley, Charles, 46. 
Godley, John, 46. 
Godley, Mrs., ^ 
Goldsmid, Sir F., iia 
Goldsmid, Lady, 26a 
Gordon, Lady Duff, 67, 81. 
Goschen, 278, 280, 291, 305, 31a 
Grant Duff, see Duff. 
Grants, Walsingham, 319. 
Granville, Lord, 206. 
Groves, 95, 330. 
Gray, Bishop, 79, 81. 
Greatheed, Anne C. (Lady C. 

Percy), 240. 
Greatheed, B. B., 24a 
Green, Dean, 96. 
Green, T. H., 271. 
Gregory, Sir W., 154. 
Grenfell, Henry R., 80, 106, 126* 

Grey, Lady Georgina, 222. 
Grey, Lord, 178. 
Grey, Lady (George), 75, 124. 
Grey, Sir (korge, 124. 
Grrey, Mr., 216. 
Grey, Mrs. C., 253. 
Gritnaldi (of Monaco), 145. 
Grote, Mrs., 221. 
Gumey, the Rev. W., 273. 

Haddington, Lord, 242. 
Halifax, Lord, 102. 
Hallam, A., 156. 
Hamilton, Chichester, 245. 
Hamilton, John, 147, 155. 
Hamilton, Ladies, 242. 
Hamilton, Mrs., 147. 
Hardinge, Lord, 186. 

Harrowby, Lord, 320. 

Hartington, Lord, 207. 

Hassall, Dr. & Mrs., 240^ 242, 

330 et seq. 
Hatherton, Lady, 161. 
Hayward, A., 277. 
Heber, Bishop, 281. 
Henley, Lady, 104. 
Henley, Lord, 104. 
Hesse, Princess Alice of, 218. 
Hesse, Princesses of, 218. 
Holland, Queen of, 75. 
Hollands, 88. 
Hooker, Dr., 148. 
Hornby, Admiral, 182, 186. 
Hornby, Rev. J. J., 182. 
Horton, Lady Wilmot, 152. 
Houghton, Lady, 75. 
Houghton, Lord (R. Monckton 

Milnes), 14, 172. 
Houlton, Lady, 60. 
Houlton, Sir V., 6a 
Howard, Hon. F. G. (Upton), 89. 
Howard, George, 167, 187. 
Howard, Mrs. (korge, 167. 
Howard, Greville, 167. 
Howard, Mrs. Greville, 89. 
Howard de Walden, Lady, 153. 
Howards, 89. 
Hunt, Holman, 24, 42, 46, 67, 71, 

Hunt, Mrs. Holman, death of, 67. 
Hunt, Husey, 34, 68, 225. 

Ignatius, Father, 57. 
Irving, Edward, 309. 
Isabella II., na 

Jackson, Mr., 82. 

"Jacobs' Homnium's Hoss," 4a 

James, Arthur, 234. 

James, Sir William, 39. 

Jekyll, Qara (Lady Henley), 104. 

Jekyll, J. H. S., 104. 

Jerburgh, Mrs., 308. 

Jervoise, Captain, 153. 

"Journal in Corsica," 90. 


Digitized by 


Later Letters of Edward Lear 

Kant, 256. 
Kay, Sir J., 109. 
Kemble, Fanny, 242. 
Kerr, Bellenden, 118. 
Kerr, Jane, see Lady Davy. 
Kerr, Lady Ralph, 223. 
Kerr, Lord Ralpb^ 223. 
Kestner, Chevalier, 27a 
Kettlewill, Mr., 339. 
Kimberley, Lord, 102, 136. 
Kingsley, Charles, 324. 
Knowsley, no, 186. 
Kokali, Giorgio, see George. 
Kruger, Colonel (late President), 

Lacaita, J., 258. 

Lambert, Miss, 218. 

Lambi, 188, 193, 253, 298. 

Langton, W., 64. 

Lansdowne, Lord, 81, 132, 291. 

Laurence, (Sir J.), Lord, 214. 

Leake, Mrs., 186. 

Lear, Anne, 4, 6, no, 167. 

Lear, Edward, last days, 2; sil- 
houette portrait, 4, 7; descrip- 
tion of appearance, 11; name 
and ancestry, 12; life at San 
Remo, 16; his singing, 21; 
nonsense rhymes and paintings, 
21; "topographies," 16; method 
of working, 16; tour in India, 
18-19; journey to Brindisi, 18- 
19; his singing, 23; meditates 
emigration, 23; search for 
quarters at Nice, 35; in Lon- 
don, 45; Venice, 49; Malta, 51; 
Marseilles, 80; Egypt and Nu- 
bia, 66; Cannes, 73; work and 
projected publications, 74; Cor- 
sica, 85; London, 87; Cannes, 
91; moves to San Remo and 
builds the Villa Emily, 96; plans 
for work, 98; his singing, 123; 
work and habits, 127; sets out 
for India but returns, 130; the 


journey finally undertaken, 144; 
the Indian tour, 147, 153; re- 
turn to San Remo, 153; list of 
work done in Inctia, 158-9; in 
England, 181 ; last visit to Eng- 
land, 207; Tennyson illustra- 
tions, 215; loses George, 262, 
264; serious illness, 283; loses 
Nicola, 301; later life and 
death, 331-4. 

Lear, Ellen (Ellinor) (Mrs. New- 
som), 2, 9, 104, 166, 248, 287. 

Lear, Frederick, 248. 

Lear, Mary (Mrs. Boswell), 2-7. 

Lear, Sarah, see Street, Sarah. 

Legges, 108. 

Le Mesuires, H. E. P., 154. 

Leopold, Prince (Duke of Al- 
bany), 217. 

Levi {Levey), 230. 

Lewis, Sir G. Comewall, 43. 

Limerick, Lord, 75. 

Lincoln, Bishop, 219. 

Lisgar, Lady, 190. 

Lisgar, Lord, 19a 

Lloyd, Jones, 189. 

Locker, 169. 

Lockhart, Miss M., 277. 

London, Bishop of, 79. 

Lome, Marquis of, 107. 

Lothian, Lady, 224. 

Louis, Admiral Sir John» ^31* 

Louis, Miss, 256. 

Louise, Princess, iia 

Lowe, 133. 

Lubbock, Sir John (Lord Aves- 
bury), 10, 214, 249, 296, 34a 

Luigi, 26, 301 et passim, 

Lushington, Dr., 46, 125. 

Lushington, E., 113. 

Lushington, Sir Franklin, 2, 9, 24, 
32, 64, 100, no, n8, 121, 157, 
162, 163, 169, 173. 175. 181. 188, 
207, 225. 237, 248, 253, 271, 291. 
292, 3", 330- 

Lushington, Harry, 157, 312. 

Digitized by 



Ltishington, Miss (Lear's god- 
daughter), i6a 
Lushingtons, 188. 
Lyons, Lord, 40, 223. 
Lyttelton, Lady, 172, 173, 322. 
Lyttelton, Lord, 172. 
Lytteltons, 24. 
Lytton, Lor<L 214. 

Macaulay, Lord, 314. 
Mackenzie, Mrs. Colin, 162. 
Mackenzie, Rt Hon. J. S., 71. 
Maffei, Count, 77, 
Maine, Sir Henry, 269. 
Manners, 48. 
Manning, Cardinal, 44. 
Marriott, 218, 280. 
Martin, Sir Theodore, 216. 
Mary, Lear's sister, see Lear, 

Mary (Mrs. Boswell). 
Maximilian, Emperor, 118. 
Mazini, 242. 
Mazzini, Signora (Signora Linda 

Villari), 242. 
Meade, 161. 
Melville, 161. 

Merim^, Prosper, 83, 91. 
Merlo (the blackbird), 238. 
Michell, Mrs., 8. 
Mill, J. Stuart, 47- 
Milne, R. Monckton, see Lord 

Mitri (Dimitri), 16. 
Moberlys, 199. 
Money, (general, 57. 
Money, Ida, 57. 
Money, Lady Laura, 57. 
Montdth of Carstairs, 113. 
Montpensier, Due de, 299. 
Moore, Tom, 14, 131, 169. 
"More Nonsense," 119, 123, 176. 
Morier, Robert, 221. 
Momington, Lord, 224. 
Mount Edgcumbe, Lord, 74. 
Mulgrave, Lord, 261, 301. 
Mulgrave, Rev. — , 283. 

Mulharkao, Ciaikwar of Baroda, 

Muncaster, Lord, 32. 
Mundella, Rt Hon. A. J., 26, 241, 

Mundella, Mary, 26, 241, 249, 319. 


Napier, Sir Charles, life of, 43. 
Napoleon IH., 118. 
Nevill, Mary (Eliot), 326. 
NeviU, W., 39. 7h 148. 
Newdigate, Lord, 174. 
Newsom, Ellinor (Ellen Lear), 9, 

Newton, Ellen, 31. 
Nicola, 17, 226, 238, 239, 279, et 

Nicolas Alexandrovitch, 45. 
Nicolson, John, 215. 
Nighting^e, Florence, 300. 
" Nonsense, Book of," see " Book 

of Nonsense" and ''More 

Normandy, Marquis of, 261. 
Northboume, Lord, 309. 
Northbrook, Lord, 9, 18, 22, 49, 

106, 124, 126, 127, 134, 14s, 147, 

148, 161, 169, 171, 173, 18s, 211, 

229, 238, 240, 242, 244, 251, 269, 

271, 277, 287. 
Northbrook, present Earl, 128. 
Northcote, Sir Stafford, 277, 280. 
Northington, Lord, 309. 
Northumberland, Duke of, 43, 

Norreys, Lord, 263. 

"Omnium, Jacxmi" (Matthew J. 

Higgins), 4a 
Oppell, Baron, 322. 
Oppell, Baroness (Mary Scott), 

Orleans, Princes, the, 90, 107. 
Ormond, Lord, 76, 327. 
Orton, Arthur, "The Cnaimant," 



Digitized by 


Later Letters of Edward Lear 

PjU3rTTYCic Liit «f Leaf's^ jfZ. 
Pateer, Sir ftii—fiM. 104. 
FihwTiriwi, Loc4 jobL 
Pam, CO0CC ^ 90^ a» 
Parker AdaancMiv 24E}, 
Etffccr, GMir (A.CHC1 Beik9). 

joa »3^ 241; 35^ 3^ J25. 
Patde. CoIokI, 157. 
Pack, JaflK% i«3. 
Pattle VffiUa (Ladf SoKfi), 


ot 174- 
51, Si. 6a 

Ped, GcaenL 65. 

Ped, Major, 51. 

Peel, Bt. Hon. Jok^ 53^ 

Peel, Sir Jofao, 53. 

Pdcfrini r Apc-^, ^ 

PercetmU, 32. 

Percy, MiH, ugi 

Percy, Lady Charlea, 44, 12;^ 240. 

Percy, Lord CharW, 44. 

Perry, Sir Enlane, ^d 

Phayre, G>kmd, 161. 

Phifipp, Mme^ ir^ Mrs. HassalL 

PhOpott, Bishop, 20a 

PhOpott, the Eer. — , 20a 

Psetro, 295. 

Pigott, 98. 

Fitt, 132. 

Pitt, Mift, 2xa 

PoUocks, 32. 

Ponsont^, Sir IL, 21& 

Potter. T. B., 47- 

Powell, 323. 

Prinaps, 31. 

Princess RoyaL 92. 

Proby, Lord, sg, 

Puxley, X09. 

Ramsay, Miss Agiteta (Mrs. 

Butler), 72. 
Red House (Mrs. Ruxton's), 208. 
Reid, Sir J., 175. 
Riillys, 38. 
Reynolds, Sir Joshua, 224. 

and Ladtrv 3^ 4^ xSGw ^31. 23^ 

Sodra, LocdL 237. 
Rog cn ^ Tharoid» 29S' 

CiiMtf CwMfano iS. 274. 

Mrs. Onrks, gi 


Sascooi^ jftf iJngi 

John, Lt 32t 

Lord, 78I W9^ 

Lord John, 131. 

£iiq»ress of, ^ 
Rnliand, Dakc of, 29. 
Rnitno, Captain, i6ql 
Rnztoo, Mrs., 89^ 164* 206^ 224. 

Sr. Albavs, BisBor or, 221. 

Safisbnry, Lord, 169^ 227, 277, 
s6ob 296^ 297. 

Sdimarskes, 3BL 

Sandbacfa, W.^ 75- 

Sandwich, Lord, 246. 

Sant Arpinp, Dochess di, 29a 

San Teodoro, Doca di, 29a 

Schreibtrs, 31. 

Scott, Lady Henry, 75. 

Scott, Lord Henry, 7S 

Scott, Mary, 322. 

Scott, Mrs. Sutherland, 7S- 

Scott, Thomas, 322. 

Scott, Sir Walter, 322. 

Sedgwick, 75. 

Sedey. Sir J. R^ 78. 

Selwood, Miss, see Lady Tenny- 

Selwyn, Rev. E. C, 242. 

Sermoneta, Duke and Duchess 
of, 117. 

Seymour, A., 139, 186, 19& 245, 
248, 251, 255, 265, 324. 


Digitized by 



Seymour, H^ 24. 
Shaftesbury, Earl of, log, 114. 
Shaw, Mrs. 9. 
Shelley, 164, 221. 
Shuttleworth, Lady, 114, 137. 
Shuttleworth, Robert, 114. 
Shuttleworth, U. Kay (ist Baron), 

Simeon, Sir Barrington, 259. 
Simeon, Lady, 259. 
Simeon, Cornwall, 104. 
Simeon, Sir John, 98, 100, 157. 
Simeon, Mary, 259. 
Smart, Admiral, 54. 
Smart, Lady, 54. 
Smith, Baird, 215. 
Smith, Rev. F., 4. 
Smith, Goldwin, 80. 
Smithbarrys, 38, 183. 
Somers, Earl, 24, 195, 240. 
Somers, Lady (yirginia Pattle), 

31. 157, 183. 
Somerset, Duke of, 248. 
Spencer, Earl, 236, 247. 
Spencer, Lady, 233. 
Stanley, Lord, 77. 
Stanley of Alderley, Lord, 226. 
^Stanley, Catherine, 218. 
Stanley, Dean (A. P.), 169, 218, 

219, 221, 225, 263. 
Stanley, Lady Augusta (nie 

Bruce), 169. 
Stanley, Mary, 218. 
Stansfeld, 108. 

Stanton, Colonel (Sir) Ed., 65. 
Stanton, Mrs., 65. 
Stem, Baron, 258. 
Stopford, Miss, 220, 254. 
Storks, Sir Henry, 42, 56, 63. 
Strachey, Ed, 204. 
Strachey, Sir Ed., 204, 241, 300. 
Strachey, Henry, 121, 253. 
Strachey, Lady, note by, i-io; 

Strachey, Lady (Maribella Sy- 

monds), 121, 230, 249. 


Strahan, J., ei passim, 51. 
Strangford, Lady, 52, 54, 86. 
Strangford, Lord, 36, 63, 69. 
Stratford de Redcliffe, Lady, 254. 
Strathallan, Lord, 29. 
"Strauss, The," 29a 
Street, C H., 8, 33a 
Street, Sarah (Sarah Lear), 4, 

5, 6, 8, 53, 69, 148, 167. 
Street Sophie, 8, 148. 
Streletsky, Count, 129. 
Suffolk, Earl of, 89. 
Swainson, Mr., 305. 
Sweden, Crown Prince of, 193. 
Swift, Mr., "Lord Carlingford," 

Swift, "Lady Emily," 247. 
Symonds, John Addington, 72, 

75, 164, 174, 271. 
Symonds, Mrs. J. A., 72, 75, 164, 

174. 271. 
Symonds, Janet, 73. 

Tait, Archbishop, 109, 119, 254. 

Tattons, 253. 

Tavistock, Lord, 183. 

Taylor, Col. Meadows, 155, 166. 

Teano, Prince and Princess, 117. 

Tennyson, Alfred (Lord Tenny- 
son), ^, 68, 114. 119, 156, 225, 
238, 259, 264, 268, 270, 272. 

Tennyson, Mrs. (Lady), 31, 46, 
160, 225, 310. 

Tennyson, Eleanor, 219, 225. 

Tennyson, Eyncourt, Peerage, 
268, 270, 272. 

Tenn3rson, Hallam (present Lord 
Tennyson), 286, ^8, et passitn. 

Tennyson, Lear's illustrations to, 

Tennyson, Lionel, 169. 

Tennyson, Mrs. Lionel (Mrs. 
Birrell), 169. 

Tennyson, Villa, see Wla, Ten- 

Thwaites, Mr., 308. 

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Thiers, 47. 

Tichborne Claimant, the, 1391 

Tichborae, Sir Roger, 139. 

Tozer, H. R, 307. 

Trelawny, E. J., 164, 221. 

Trevelyan, Sir George O., 34, 36, 

Trollope, Anthony, 264. 
Turville, Sir F. F, 19a 

Underhill, F. T., 219, 313. 
Upton, Hon. F. G. Howard, 89. 
Urqnhart, D., 113, 182. 
Urquhart, Fortcscue, 9. 
Urquhart, Mrs. 200, 202, 204. 

Valaorites, 102. 

Valsamathi, Lady, 281. 

Vaughan, Catherine, 219. 

Vaux Lady, 40. 

Venables, G. S., 311. 

Verschoyle, Rev. H. S., 332. 

Victoria, Queen, 171, 174, 233, 
236, 246, 251, 252, 259, 266, 267, 
268, 269, 270, 274. 288, 289. 

Villa Emily, 22, 96, 145, 153, 216, 
217, 233, 262, 269, 276-7. 

Villa Tennyson, 18, 23-24; Lear's 
death at, 26; the building of 
the, 215 et seq.; the present 
Lord Tennyson's sonnet on, 

Villari, Linda (jUg White, veuve 
Mazini), 242. 

Villari, Prof. Pasquale, 242. 

Waldeolave, Earl of, 65. 
Waldegrave, Countess Dowager 

(daughter of Hon. Sir Edward 

Walpole, 145. 
Waldegrave, Lady, 30, 47, 50, 61, 

65, 70, 78, 85, 106, III, 122, 123, 

130, 133, 145, 178-180, 182, 188; 

death of, 193-198, 200, 251; 
Queen Victoria's condolences^ 

274. 279. 
Wales, Prince of, 17a 
Wales, Princess of, 17a 
Walpole, Horace, iio^ 130, 131. 
Walsing^am, Lady (Ducchessa 

di Sant Arpino), 29a 
Warner, Lee, 153. 
Watson, R., 233. 
Waugh, Miss, see Hunt, Mrs. 

Webbs, 242. 
Weld, Cardinal, 44. 
Wellesley, the Hon. Elizabeth, 

Wellington, Duke of, 224. 
Wentworth, Mrs., 153. 
Westbury, Lord, 46, 61, 208. 
Westminster, Lord, no. 
White, Linda (Villari, veuve Ma- 
zini), 247. 
Wieland, 256. 
Wilbraham, Ada, Princess Teano, 

Wilkin, Miss, 276. 
Williams, Henry, 52. 
Wilton, Earl of, iia 
Wiseman, Cardinal, 44. 
Wodehouse, Sir P., 152. 
Wolff, Lady, 42. 
Wolff, Sir Henry Dnimmond, 95 

Wolseley, Lord (Sb Garnet) 

244. 287. 
Wordsworth, Bishop, 219. 
Wyatt, Digby, 164, 181, 221. 
Wynne, Mr., 46. 

Yelverton, Admiral, 54. 
"Yonghy Bonghy Bo, The," 123 
York, Cardinal, 44. 
Young, Lady, 131. 



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