Fifty Years’ Recollections, Literary and Personal
I told you I intended to be at Cambridge about this time,
and here I am. You told me you would run down and see me. I expect you will be
as good as your word. All the choice I allow you as a man of honour is to fix
your own time for coming. As an opera goer, you will not care about Madam Sontag, nor would you desire any great
craniological or physionomical satisfaction by the study of the Duke of Gloucester’s head or countenance,
who is Chancellor. Not that his head would look bad among the
“Heads” of the university, but you may perhaps call to mind the
soliloquy of the Fox in the statuary’s shop—‘Tis a pity so
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a head should have so little brains.’ From all
such considerations, I think you would see more of the real modern Cambridge if
you come at a quiet time; and as you are now at liberty, I shall be most happy
and proud to see you any day or hour (for I am a fixture) you please. You will
be at no expense here but a bed, and perhaps I can get you that in college, as
all the men are going, and of course the place is getting thin. If you prefer a
festivity at the commencement of July, you can please yourself. You must dine
in hall. We will ramble about the Fitzwilliam museum, the colleges, library,
and pleasure grounds, and at three attend cathedral service and King’s
College chapel, &c., with much more, so pray do come.
“Ever, my dear Sir,
“Most faithfully yours,
Arthur Savage Wade (1787-1845)
Educated at St John's College, Cambridge, he was rector of St. Nicholas in Warwick, a
friend of Samuel Parr, and a Chartist podium speaker.