THE END OF THE PARTNERSHIP
Either in March or April, 1870, FitzGerald wrote to Posh the quaint
letter which follows:--
"DEAR POSH,
"I never wanted you to puzzle yourself about the Accounts any more,
but only to tell me at a rough estimate what the chief expenses
were--as, for instance, Shares, &c.--I beg to say that I _never had_
asked you--nor had you told me this at Lowestoft: if you had I should
not have wanted to ask again. And my reason _for_ asking, was simply
that, on Monday Mr. Moor here was _asking me_ about what a Lugger's
expenses were, and I felt it silly not to be able to tell him the
least about it: and I have felt so when some one asked me before: and
that is why I asked you. I neither have, nor ever had, any doubt of
your doing your best: and you ought not to think so.
"You _must please yourself_ entirely about Plymouth: I only wish to
say that I had not spoken as if I wanted you to go. Go by all means
if you like.
"When I paid the Landlady of the Boat Inn for Newson and Jack she
asked me if you had explained to me about the Grog business. I said
that you could not understand it at first, but afterwards supposed
that others might have been treated at night. She said--Yes; drinking
rum-flip till two in the morning. She says it was Newson's doing, but
I think _you_ should have told me _at once_, particularly as your not
doing so left me with some suspicion of the Landlady's fair dealing.
You did not choose to leave the blame to Newson, I suppose, but I
think I deserve the truth at your hands as much as he does the
concealment of it.
"Yours,
"E. FG."
{The "Boat Inn," Quay Lane, Woodbridge: p151.jpg}
Mr. Moor was FitzGerald's Woodbridge lawyer, and no doubt he and other
friends of FitzGerald thought that the affairs of the partnership of
FitzGerald and Fletcher were not carried on with such precision as was
desirable. Possibly they were right. But then, Posh couldn't be
precise. I have failed to get any intelligible account out of Posh as to
that rum-flip orgy. All he could do was to chuckle. The question of
loyalty raised in the letter is a nice one. But Posh and his kind would
only answer it in one way. They would regard it as treachery to their
order to betray each other to a "gennleman," however kind the
"gennleman," may have been.
On April 4th FitzGerald wrote to Posh from Woodbridge:--
"DEAR POSH,
"I _may be_ at Lowestoft some time next week. As it is I have still
some engagements here; and, moreover, I have not been quite well.
"If you want to see me, you have only to come over here any day you
choose. To-morrow (Sunday) there is a Train from Lowestoft which
reaches Woodbridge at about 3 in the afternoon. I tell you this in
case you might want to see or speak to me.
"Mr. Manby told me yesterday that there was a wonderful catch of
Mackerel down in the West. I have no doubt that this warm weather and
fine nights has to do with it. I believe that we are in for a spell
of such weather:--but I suppose you have no thought of going Westward
now.
"I have desired that a . . . [word missing] of the Green Paint which
Mr. Silver used should be sent to you. But do not you _wait_ for it,
if you want to be about the Lugger at once. The paint _will keep_ for
another time: and I suppose that the sooner the Lugger is afloat this
hot and dry weather the better.
"Remember me to your Family.
"Yours always,
"E. FG."
Mr. Manby has been already mentioned, and we have previously heard of the
excellence of Mr. Silver's green paint. But this letter must have been
almost the last written by the sleeping partner before the termination of
the partnership; for on April the 12th Mr. W. T. Balls, of Lowestoft,
valued the _Meum and Tuum_, and "Herring and Mackerel Nets, Bowls,
Warpropes, Ballast, and miscellaneous Fishing Stock belonging jointly to
Edward FitzGerald and Joseph Fletcher."
FitzGerald had started Posh, put him on his legs, and, as he believed,
given him a chance to become a successful "owner." But the poet was
weary of the partnership. He had found it impossible to persuade Posh to
keep accounts such as should be kept in every business, and had been
disappointed more than once by the intemperance of the man. But as yet
the kindly, generous-hearted gentleman had no thought of breaking with
his protege altogether, or of depriving him of the use of the _Meum and
Tuum_ or _Henrietta_, both of which had been bought with his,
FitzGerald's, money. But he would no longer be a partner. So Mr. Balls
was called in to value the stock-in-trade, with a view to arranging that
a bill of sale for the half-value to which FitzGerald was entitled should
be given him, and that Posh should thereafter carry on the business of a
herring-boat owner by himself, subject to the charge in favour of his old
"guv'nor."
Despite the various "squalls," there had, as yet, been no serious quarrel
between these two. Indeed, FitzGerald's kind heart never forgot Posh,
and the fascination of the man. But for the future FitzGerald and Posh
were no longer partners. FitzGerald's experience as a "herring merchant"
was at an end.