we rode along loudly laughing, and talked to the grave
Servian forest as though it were the Brocas clump.”
{9} Keate requires no interpreter; Okes was an Eton
tutor, afterwards Provost of King’s. Larrey
or Laurie Miller was an old tailor in Keate’s
Lane who used to sit on his open shop-board, facing
the street, a mark for the compliments of passing
boys; as frolicsome youngsters in the days of Addison
and Steele, as High School lads in the days of Walter
Scott, were accustomed to “smoke the cobler.”
The Brocas was a meadow sacred to badger-baiting
and cat-hunts. The badgers were kept by a certain
Jemmy Flowers, who charged sixpence for each “draw”;
Puss was turned out of a bag and chased by dogs, her
chance being to reach and climb a group of trees near
the river, known as the “Brocas Clump.”
Of the quotations, “a Yorkshireman hippodamoio”
(p. 35) is, I am told, an obiter dictum of Sir Francis
Doyle. “Striving to attain,” etc.
(p. 33), is taken not quite correctly from Tennyson’s
“Timbuctoo.” Our crew were “a
solemn company” (p. 57) is probably a reminiscence
of “we were a gallant company” in “The
Siege of Corinth.” For “‘the
own armchair’ of our Lyrist’s ‘Sweet
Lady’” Anne’” (p. 161) see
the poem, “My own armchair” in Barry Cornwall’s
“English Lyrics.” “Proud Marie
of Anjou” (p. 96) and “single-sin—”
(p. 121), are unintelligible; a friend once asked
Kinglake to explain the former, but received for answer,
“Oh! that is a private thing.” It
may, however, have been a pet name for little Marie
de Viry, Procter’s niece, and the chere amie
of his verse, whom Eothen must have met often at his
friend’s house. The St. Simonians of p.
83 were the disciples of Comte de St. Simon, a Parisian
reformer in the latter part of the eighteenth century,
who endeavoured to establish a social republic based
on capacity and labour. Pere Enfantin was his
disciple. The “mystic mother” was
a female Messiah, expected to become the parent of
a new Saviour. “Sir Robert once said a
good thing” (p. 93), refers possibly to Sir
Robert Peel, not famous for epigram, whose one good
thing is said to have been bestowed upon a friend before
Croker’s portrait in the Academy. “Wonderful
likeness,” said the friend, “it gives
the very quiver of the mouth.” “Yes,”
said Sir Robert, “and the arrow coming out of
it.” Or it may mean Sir Robert Inglis,
Peel’s successor at Oxford, more noted for his
genial kindness and for the perpetual bouquet in his
buttonhole at a date when such ornaments were not
worn, than for capacity to conceive and say good things.
In some mischievous lines describing the Oxford election
where Inglis supplanted Peel, Macaulay wrote
“And then said all the Doctors sitting in the Divinity School, Not this man, but Sir Robert’—now Sir Robert was a fool.”
But in the fifth and later editions Kinglake altered it to “Sir John.”