s mise,
Qui bien heureux sont chantez en l'Eglise.'

{25} On March 30, 1873, FitzGerald wrote to Sir Frederick Pollock:--

"At the beginning of this year I submitted to be Photo'ed at last--for
many Nieces, and a few old Friends--I must think that you are an old
Friend as well as a very kind and constant one; and so I don't like
not to send you what I have sent others.--The Artist who took me, took
(as he always does) three several Views of one's Face: but the third
View (looking full-faced) got blurred by my blinking at the Light: so
only these two were reproduced--I shouldn't know that either was meant
for [me]: nor, I think, would any one else, if not told: but the Truth-
telling Sun somehow did them; and as he acted so handsomely by me, I
take courage to distribute them to those who have a regard for me, and
will naturally like to have so favourable a Version of one's Outward
Aspect to remember one by. I should not have sent them if they had
been otherwise. The up-looking one I call 'The Statesman,' quite
ready to be called to the Helm of Affairs: the Down-looking one I call
The Philosopher. Will you take which you like? And when next old
Spedding comes your way, give him the other (he won't care which) with
my Love. I only don't write to him because my doing so would impose
on his Conscience an Answer--which would torment him for some little
while. I do not love him the less: and believe all the while that he
not the less regards me."

Again on May 5, he wrote: "I think I shall have a word about M[acready]
from Mrs. Kemble, with whom I have been corresponding a little since her
return to England. She has lately been staying with her Son in Law, Mr.
Leigh (?), at Stoneleigh Vicarage, near Kenilworth. In the Autumn she
says she will go to America, never to return to England. But I tell her
she _will_ return. She is to sit for her Photo at my express desire, and
I have given her Instructions _how_ to sit, derived from my own
successful Experience. One rule is to sit--in a dirty Shirt--(to avoid
dangerous White) and another is, not to sit on a Sunshiny Day: which we
must leave to the Young.

"By the by, I sent old Spedding my own lovely Photo (_the Statesman_)
which he has acknowledged in Autograph. He tells me that he begins to
'smell Land' with his Bacon."

{28a} See 'Letters,' ii. 165-7.

{28b} See letter of April 22nd, 1873.

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