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now to whom his memory is as precious. The Register files may preserve some of his
At Palace Gardens the Bakewell family were settled in a furnished house belonging to
Col. Palmer, one of the founders of South Australia, though never a resident. Palmer
place, North Adelaide, bears his name. Thackeray's house we had to pass when we went
out of the street in the direction of the city. His death had occurred in the previous year. I
had an engagement with Miss Julia Wedgwood, through an introduction given by Miss
Sophia Sinnett, an artist sister of Frederick Sinnett's. I was called for and sent home. I
was not introduced to the family. It was a fine large house with men servants and much
style. Miss Wedgwood, who was deaf, used an ear trumpet very cleverly. I found her as
delightful as Miss Sinnett had represented her to be, and I discovered that Miss Sinnett
had been governess to her younger sisters, but that there was real regard for her. I don't
know that I ever spent a more delightful evening. She had just had Browning's "Dramatis
Personae," and we read together "Rabbi Ben Ezira" and "Prospice." She knew about the
Hare scheme of representation, supported by Mill and Fawcett and Craik. She was a good
writer, with a fine critical faculty. Everything signed by her name in magazines or
reviews was thenceforward interesting to me. I promised her a copy of my "Plea for Pure
Democracy," which she accepted and appreciated. By the father's side she was a
granddaughter of Josiah Wedgwood, the founder of British pottery as a fine art. Her
mother was a daughter of Sir James Mackintosh. Mrs. Wedgwood was so much pleased
with my pamphlet that she wanted to be introduced to me, and when I returned to London
I had the pleasure of making her acquaintance. Miss Wedgwood gave me a beautifully
bound copy of "Men and Women," of which she had a duplicate, which I cherish in
remembrance of her.
During my stay I was visited by Mr. Hare. I had to face up to the people I had written to
with no idea of any personal communication, and I must confess that I felt I must talk
well to retain their good opinion. I promised to pay a visit to the Hares when I came to
London for the season. He was a widower with eight children, whom he had educated
with the help of a governess, but he was the main factor in their training. The two eldest
daughters were married--Mrs. Andrews, the eldest, had helped him in his calculations for
his great book on "Representation." His second daughter was artistic, and was married to
John Westlake, an eminent lawyer, great in international law, a pupil of Colenso, who
was then in London, and who was the best-abused man in the church. Another visitor was
George Cowan, a great friend of my late brother-in-law, Mr. W. J. Wren, who wrote to
him till his death, when the pen was taken up by my sister Mary till her death, and then I
corresponded with him till his death. He came to London a raw Scotch lad. and met Mr.
Wren at the Whittington Club. Both loved books and poetry, and both were struggling to
improve themselves on small salaries. George Cowan had been entrusted with the printed
slips of "Uphill Work," and had tried it at two publishers without success. I had to delay
any operations till I returned to London, and promised to visit the Cowans there.