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    John Forster By One of His Friends
    John Forster By One of His Friends
    John Forster By One of His Friends
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    John Forster By One of His Friends

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    Release dateNov 26, 2013
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      John Forster By One of His Friends - Percy Hetherington Fitzgerald

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      Title: John Forster

      Author: Percy Hethrington Fitzgerald

      Release Date: June 12, 2007 [EBook #21815]

      Language: English

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      JOHN

      FORSTER

      BY

      ONE OF HIS FRIENDS

      LONDON

      Chapman & Hall Ltd.

      1903

      JOHN FORSTER.

      A MAN OF LETTERS OF THE OLD SCHOOL.

      One of the most robust, striking, and many-sided characters of his time was John Forster, a rough, uncompromising personage, who, from small and obscure beginnings, shouldered his way to the front until he came to be looked on by all as guide, friend and arbiter. From a struggling newspaperman he emerged into handsome chambers in Lincoln's Inn Fields, from thence to a snug house in Montague Square, ending in a handsome stone mansion which he built for himself at Palace Gate, Kensington, with its beautiful library-room at the back, and every luxury of lettered ease.

      If anyone desired to know what Dr. Johnson was like, he could have found him in Forster. There was the same social intolerance; the same dispersion of humbug; the same loud voice, attuned to a mellifluous softness on occasion, especially with ladies or persons of rank; the love of talk in which he assumed the lead—and kept it too; and the contemptuous scorn of what he did not approve. But then all this was backed by admirable training and full knowledge. He was a deeply read, cultivated man, a fine critic, and, with all his arrogance, despotism, and rough ways, a most interesting, original, delightful person—for those he liked that is, and whom he had made his own. His very build and appearance was also that of the redoubtable Doctor: so was his loud and hearty laugh. Woe betide the man on whom he chose to wipe his shoes (Browning's phrase), for he could wipe them with a will. He would thus roar you down. It was "intol-er-able—everything was in-tol-erable!—it is difficult to describe the fashion in which he rolled forth the syllables. Other things were all Stuff! Monstrous! Incredible! Don't tell me!" Indeed I, with many, could find a parallel in the great old Doctor for almost everything he said. Even when there was a smile at his vehemence, he would unconsciously repeat the Doctor's autocratic methods.

      Forster's life was indeed a striking and encouraging one for those who believe in the example of self-made men. His aim was somewhat different from the worldly types, who set themselves to become wealthy, or to have lands or mansions. Forster's more moderate aspiration was to reach to the foremost rank of the literary world: and he succeeded. He secured for himself an excellent education, never spared himself for study or work, and never rested till he had built himself that noble mansion at Kensington, of which I have spoken, furnished with books, pictures, and rare things. Here he could, Mæcenas-like, entertain his literary friends of all degrees, with a vast number of other friends and acquaintances, notable in their walks of life. It is astonishing what a circle he had gathered round him, and how intimate he was with all: political men such as Brougham, Guizot, Gladstone, Forster, Cornwall Lewis (Disraeli he abhorred as much as his friend of Chelsea did, who once asked me, "What is there new about our Jew Premier?): Maclise, Landseer, Frith, and Stanfield, with dozens of other painters: every writer of the day, almost without exception, late or early. With these, such as Anthony Trollope, he was on the friendliest terms, though he did not grapple them to him with hooks of steel." With the Bar it was the same: he was intimate with the brilliant and agreeable Cockburn; with Lord Coleridge (then plain Mr. Coleridge), who found a knife and a fork laid for him any day that he chose to drop in, which he did pretty often. The truth was that in any company his marked personality, both physical and mental; his magisterial face and loud decided voice, and his reputation of judge and arbiter, at once impressed and commanded attention. People felt that they ought to know this personage at once.

      It is extraordinary what perseverance and a certain power of will, and that of not being denied, will do in this way. His broad face and cheeks and burly person were not made for rebuffs. He seized on persons he wished to know and made them his own at once. I always thought it was the most characteristic thing known of him in this way, his striding past Bunn the manager—then his enemy—in his own theatre, taking no notice of him and passing to Macready's room, to confer with him on measures hostile to the said Bunn. As Johnson was said to toss and gore his company, so Forster trampled on those he condemned. I remember he had a special dislike to one of Boz's useful henchmen. An amusing story was told, that after some meeting to arrange matters with Bradbury and Evans, the printers, Boz, ever charitable, was glad to report to Forster some hearty praise by this person, of the ability with which he (Forster) had arranged the matters, thus amiably wishing to propitiate the autocrat in his friend's interest. But, said the uncompromising Forster, "I am truly sorry, my dear Dickens, that I cannot reciprocate your friend's compliment, for a d——nder ass I never encountered in the whole course of my life!" A comparative that is novel and will be admired.

      Forster had a determined way with him, of forcing an answer that he wanted; driving you into a corner as it were. A capital illustration of this power occurred in my case. I had sent to a London second hand bookseller to supply me with a copy of the two quarto volumes of Garrick's life, huge armfuls. It was with some surprise that I noted the late owner's name and book-plate, which was that of John Forster, Esq., Lincoln's Inn Fields. At the moment he had given me Garrick's original MS. correspondence, of which he had a score of volumes, and was helping me in many other ways. Now it was a curious coincidence that this one, of all existing copies, should come to me. Next time I saw him I told him of it. He knitted his brows and grew thoughtful. "My copy! Ah! I can account for it! It was one of the volumes I lent to that fellow—mentioning the name of the fellow—he no doubt sold it for drink! Oh, so that was it, I said rather incautiously. But you, he said sternly, tell me what did you think when you saw my name? Come now! How did it leave my library?" This

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