AT THE NORWICH GRAMMAR SCHOOL
WHEN George Borrow first entered Norwich after the long journey from
Edinburgh, Joseph John Gurney, born 1788, was twenty-six years of age,
and William Taylor, born 1765, was forty-nine. Borrow was eleven years
of age. Captain Borrow took temporary lodgings at the Crown and Angel
Inn in St. Stephen’s Street, George was sent to the Grammar School, and
his elder brother started to learn drawing and painting with John Crome
(“Old Crome”) of many a fine landscape. But the wanderings of the family
were not yet over. Napoleon escaped from Elba, and the West Norfolk
Militia were again put on the march. This time it was Ireland to which
they were destined, and we have already shadowed forth, with the help of
_Lavengro_, that momentous episode. The victory of Waterloo gave Europe
peace, and in 1816 the Borrow family returned to Norwich, there to pass
many quiet years. In 1819 Captain Borrow was pensioned—eight shillings a
day. From 1816 till his father’s death in 1824 Borrow lived in Norwich
with his family. Their home was in King’s Court, Willow Lane, a modest
one-storey house in a _cul-de-sac_, which we have already described. In
King’s Court, Willow Lane, Borrow lived at intervals until his marriage
in 1840, and his mother continued to live in the house until, in 1849,
she agreed to join her son and daughter-in-law at Oulton. Yet the house
comes little into the story of Borrow’s life, as do the early houses of
many great men of letters, nor do subsequent houses come into his story;
the house at Oulton and the house at Hereford Square are equally barren
of association; the broad highway and the windy heath were Borrow’s
natural home. He was never a “civilised” being; he never shone in
drawing-rooms. Let us, however, return to Borrow’s school-days, of which
the records are all too scanty, and not in the least invigorating. The
Norwich Grammar School has an interesting tradition. We pass to the
cathedral through the beautiful Erpingham Gate built about 1420 by Sir
Thomas Erpingham, and we find the school on the left. It was originally
a chapel, and the porch is at least five hundred years old. The
schoolroom is sufficiently old-world-looking for us to imagine the
schoolboys of past generations sitting at the various desks. The school
was founded in 1547, but the registers have been lost, and so we know
little of its famous pupils of earlier days. Lord Nelson and Rajah
Brooke are the two names of men of action that stand out most honourably
in modern times among the scholars. In literature Borrow had but one
schoolfellow, who afterwards came to distinction—James Martineau.
Borrow’s headmaster was the Reverend Edward Valpy, who held the office
from 1810 to 1829, and to whom is credited the destruction of the school
archives. Borrow’s two years of the Grammar School were not happy ones.
Borrow, as we have shown, was not of the stuff of which happy schoolboys
are made. He had been a wanderer—Scotland, Ireland, and many parts of
England had assisted in a fragmentary education; he was now thirteen
years of age, and already a vagabond at heart. But let us hear Dr.
Augustus Jessopp, who was headmaster of the same Grammar School from 1859
to 1879. Writing of a meeting of old Norvicensians to greet the Rajah,
Sir James Brooke, in 1858, when there was a great “whip” of the “old
boys,” Dr. Jessopp tells us that Borrow, then living at Yarmouth, did not
put in an appearance among his schoolfellows:
My belief is that he never was popular among them, that he never
attained a high place in the school, and he was a “free boy.” In
those days there were a certain number of day boys at Norwich school,
who were nominated by members of the Corporation, and who paid no
tuition fees; they had to submit to a certain amount of snubbing at
the hands of the boarders, who for the most part were the sons of the
county gentry. Of course, such a proud boy as George Borrow would
resent this, and it seems to have rankled with him all through his
life. . . . To talk of Borrow as a “scholar” is absurd. “A
picker-up of learning’s crumbs” he was, but he was absolutely without
any of the training or the instincts of a scholar. He had had little
education till he came to Norwich, and was at the Grammar School
little more than two years. It is pretty certain that he knew no
Greek when he entered there, and he never seems to have acquired more
than the elements of that language.
Yet the only real influence that Borrow carried away from the Grammar
School was concerned with foreign languages. He did take to the French
master and exiled priest, Thomas d’Eterville, a native of Caen, who had
emigrated to Norwich in 1793. D’Eterville taught French, Italian, and
apparently, to Borrow, a little Spanish; and Borrow, with his wonderful
memory, must have been his favourite pupil. In the fourteenth and
fifteenth chapters of _Lavengro_ he is pleasantly described by his pupil,
who adds, with characteristic “bluff,” that d’Eterville said “on our
arrival at the conclusion of Dante’s _Hell_, ‘vous serez un jour un grand
philologue, mon cher.’”
Borrow’s biographers have dwelt at length upon one episode of his
schooldays—the flogging he received from Valpy for playing truant with
three other boys. One, by name John Dalrymple, faltered on the way, the
two faithful followers of George in his escapade being two brothers named
Theodosius and Francis Purland, whose father kept a chemist’s shop in
Norwich. The three boys wandered away as far as Acle, eleven miles from
Norwich, whence they were ignominiously brought back and birched. John
Dalrymple’s brother Arthur, son of a distinguished Norwich surgeon, who
became Clerk of the Peace at Norwich in 1854, and died in 1868, has left
a memorandum concerning Borrow, from which I take the following extract:
I was at school with Borrow at the Free School, Norwich, under the
Rev. E. Valpy. He was an odd, wild boy, and always wanting to turn
Robinson Crusoe or Buccaneer. My brother John was about Borrow’s
age, and on one occasion Borrow, John, and another, whose name I
forget, determined to run away and turn pirates. John carried an old
horse pistol and some potatoes as his contribution to the general
stock, but his zeal was soon exhausted, he turned back at Thorpe
Lunatic Asylum; but Borrow went off to Yarmouth, and lived on the
Caister Denes for a few days. I don’t remember hearing of any
exploits. He had a wonderful facility for learning languages, which,
however, he never appears to have turned to account.
James Martineau, afterwards a popular preacher and a distinguished
theologian of the Unitarian creed, here comes into the story. He was a
contemporary with Borrow at the Norwich Grammar School as already stated,
but the two boys had little in common. There was nothing of the vagabond
about James Martineau, and concerning Borrow—if on no other subject—he
would probably have agreed with his sister Harriet, whose views we shall
quote in a later chapter. In Martineau’s _Memoirs_, voluminous and dull,
there is only one reference to Borrow; {47} but a correspondent once
ventured to approach the eminent divine concerning the rumour as to
Martineau’s part in the birching of the author of _The Bible in Spain_,
and received the following letter:
35 GORDON SQUARE, LONDON, W.C., _December_ 6, 1895.
DEAR SIR,—Two or three years ago Mr. Egmont Hake (author, I think, of
a life of Gordon) sought an interview with me, as reputed to be
Borrow’s sole surviving schoolfellow, in order to gather information
or test traditions about his schooldays. This was with a view to a
memoir which he was compiling, he said, out of the literary remains
which had been committed to him by his executors. I communicated to
him such recollections as I could clearly depend upon and leave at
his disposal for publication or for suppression as he might think
fit. Under these circumstances I feel that they are rightfully his,
and that I am restrained from placing them at disposal elsewhere
unless and until he renounces his claim upon them. But though I
cannot repeat them at length for public use, I am not precluded from
correcting inaccuracies in stories already in circulation, and may
therefore say that Mr. Arthur Dalrymple’s version of the Yarmouth
escapade is wrong in making his brother John a partner in the
transaction. John had quite too much sense for that; the only
victims of Borrow’s romance were two or three silly boys—mere lackeys
of Borrow’s commanding will—who helped him to make up a kit for the
common knapsack by pilferings out of their fathers’ shops.
The Norwich gentleman who fell in with the boys lying in the hedgerow
near the half-way inn knew one of them, and wormed out of him the
drift of their enterprise, and engaging a postchaise packed them all
into it, and in his gig saw them safe home.
It is true that I had to _hoist_ (not “horse”) Borrow for his
flogging, but not that there was anything exceptional or capable of
leaving permanent scars in the infliction. Mr. Valpy was not given
to excess of that kind.
I have never read _Lavengro_, and cannot give any opinion about the
correct spelling of the “Exul sacerdos” name.
Borrow’s romance and William Taylor’s love of paradox would doubtless
often run together, like a pair of well-matched steeds, and carry
them away in the same direction. But there was a strong—almost
wild—_religious_ sentiment in Borrow, of which only faint traces
appear in W. T. In Borrow it had always a tendency to pass from a
sympathetic to an antipathetic form. He used to gather about him
three or four favourite schoolfellows, after they had learned their
class lesson and before the class was called up, and with a sheet of
paper and book on his knee, invent and tell a story, making rapid
little pictures of each _dramatis persona_ that came upon the stage.
The plot was woven and spread out with much ingenuity, and the
characters were various and well discriminated. But two of them were
sure to turn up in every tale, the Devil and the Pope, and the
working of the drama invariably had the same issue—the utter ruin and
disgrace of these two potentates. I had often thought that there was
a presage here of the mission which produced _The Bible in Spain._—I
am, dear sir, very truly yours,
JAMES MARTINEAU.
Yet it is amusing to trace the story through various phases. Dr.
Martineau’s letter was the outcome of his attention being called to a
statement made in a letter written by a lady in Hampstead to a friend in
Norwich, which runs as follows:
11_th_ Nov. 1893.
Dr. Martineau, to amuse some boys at a school treat, told us about
George Borrow, his schoolfellow: he was always reading adventures of
smugglers and pirates, etc., and at last, to carry out his ideas, got
a set of his schoolfellows to promise to join him in an expedition to
Yarmouth, where he had heard of a ship that he thought would take
them. The boys saved all the food they could from their meals, and
what money they had, and one morning started very early to walk to
Yarmouth. They got halfway—to Blofield, I think—when they were so
tired they had to rest by the roadside, and eat their lunch. While
they were resting a gentleman, whose son was at the Free School,
passed in his gig. He thought it was very odd so many boys, some of
whom he had seen, should be waiting about, so he drove back and asked
them if they would come to dine with him at the inn. Of course they
were only too glad, poor boys: but as soon as he had got them all in
he sent his servant with a letter to Mr. Valpy, who sent a coach and
brought them all back. You know what a cruel man that Dr. V. was.
He made Dr. Martineau take poor Borrow on his back, “horse him,” I
think he called it, and flogged him so that Dr. M. said he would
carry the marks for the rest of his life, and he had to keep his bed
for a fortnight. The other boys got off with lighter punishment, but
Borrow was the ringleader. Those were the “good old times”! I have
heard Dr. M. say that not for another life would he go through the
misery he suffered as “town boy” at that school.
Miss Frances Power Cobbe, who lived next door to Borrow in Hereford
Square, Brompton, in the ’sixties, as we shall see later, has a word to
say on the point:
Dr. Martineau once told me that he and Borrow had been schoolfellows
at Norwich some sixty years before. Borrow had persuaded several of
his other companions to rob their fathers’ tills, and then the party
set forth to join some smugglers on the coast. By degrees the
truants all fell out of line and were picked up, tired and hungry,
along the road, and brought back to Norwich School, where condign
chastisement awaited them. George Borrow, it seems, received his
large share _horsed_ on James Martineau’s back! The early connection
between the two old men, as I knew them, was irresistibly comic to my
mind. Somehow when I asked Mr. Borrow once to come and meet some
friends at our house he accepted our invitation as usual, but, on
finding that Dr. Martineau was to be of the party, hastily withdrew
his acceptance on a transparent excuse; nor did he ever after attend
our little assemblies without first ascertaining that Dr. Martineau
was not to be present. {49}
Mr. Valpy of the Norwich Grammar School is scarcely to be blamed that he
was not able to make separate rules for a quite abnormal boy. Yet, if he
could have known, Borrow was better employed playing truant and living up
to his life-work as a glorified vagabond than in studying in the ordinary
school routine. George Borrow belonged to a type of boy—there are many
such—who learn much more out of school than in its bounds; and the boy
Borrow, picking up brother vagabonds in Tombland Fair, and already
beginning, in his own peculiar way, his language craze, was laying the
foundations that made _Lavengro_ possible.