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Though my own intimacy with Borrow did not begin till he was considerably advanced in years, and ended on his finally quitting London for Oulton, there were circumstances in our intercourse—circumstances, I mean, connected partly with temperament and partly with mutual experience—which make me doubt whether any one understood him better than I did, or broke more thoroughly through that exclusiveness of temper which isolated him from all but a few.
Borrow and his wife and stepdaughter settled at Oulton Cottage before the spring of 1840 was over. This house, the property of Mrs. Borrow, was separated from Oulton Broad only by a slope of lawn, at the foot of which was a private boat. Away from the house, but equally near lawn and water stood Borrow's library a little peaked octagonal summer house, with toplights and windows.
And that is your room up there?" "Yes, sir." "Where do you come from then? You've not been in town before. What is your father?" "My father's dead, sir. I come from Oulton. My father was rector there." "Ah," he said quietly. "Now give this penny to the bear-ward."
Borrow, who was now in his thirty-eighth year, set to work at Oulton upon his “Bible in Spain,” which was published by Mr. John Murray, three years later, in 1843. Of his method, or lack of method, in working, something may be gathered from the preface to the second edition of “The Zincali,” which was written about the time of the issue of the former book. Mr.
She was always in his thoughts, and he never wavered in his love for her and devotion to her comfort; whilst she looked upon him as only a mother so good and so tender could look upon a son who had become her "only hope." She was in her eighty-seventh year, and at such an age all illnesses are dangerous. Borrow hastened to Oulton, and arrived just in time to be with her at the last.
The Oulton fishermen used to teach me the stitches. I can do herring-bone stitch. I can even put a cringle into a sail." "You're the eighth wonder of the world, I think," Mr. Jermyn said. "But choose, now. Choose a kit for yourself. You won't get a chance to change your clothes till you get to Mr. Blick's if you don't take some from here. So just look round the room here. Take whatever you want."
It would be interesting to identify the two men whom Borrow describes in Lavengro as being at the offices of the Bible Society in Earl Street, when he sought to exchange for a Bible the old Apple-woman's copy of Moll Flanders. Early in May, Borrow, his wife and step-daughter left London to take up their residence at Oulton, in Suffolk.
He himself had frequently cast his eyes in the direction of a political appointment abroad. It remained, however, for the Rev. Borrow appears to have become acquainted with the Rev. Francis Cunningham through the Skeppers of Oulton Hall, near Lowestoft, of whom it is necessary to give some account.
Although he has himself in some magazine told the story, it seems necessary for me to retell it here, for I know of no better way of giving the readers of The Athenæum a picture of Frank Groome as he lives in my mind. It was in 1881 that Borrow, who some seven years before went down to Oulton, as he told me, “to die,” achieved death.
His methods with the country people round Oulton were calculated to earn for him a reputation for queerness. It was impossible for Borrow to walk far without getting into conversation with someone or other. He took pleasure in puzzling people about languages. The volume was written in Saxon. Yet for all this he hated to hear foreign words introduced into conversation.
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