|SEVEN YEARS AT ETON
Edited by James Brinsley?Richards
Publishers Richard Bentley and son London 1883
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Among the extra masters who were at Eton I can say nothing of Mr. Samuel
the drawing?master (beyond bearing a passing testimony to his popularity,
for I was
never brought into contact with him. Nor can I speak of Signor Volpe,
who was for
years set down in the school list as Italian master and who, to most of
us, was a Myth.
But I have recollection of worthy Mr. Angelo the fencing-master.
Mr. Angelo taught at Harrow, Westminster, and a good many other places.
subscription lists at his rooms in St. James's Street were covered with
an array of
notable names: and it is no disparagement of him to say that he loved
a lord. I saw
him painfully excited once because Lord Wallscourt, who had recently left
omitted to return a bow of his, being short?sighted. Mr. Angelo was a
pompous, affable, dressy little man with a Jewish nose and a military
had always a good deal of watch?chain, coral buttons to his waistcoats,
which he wore
low, and shiny hats with curled brims. The time to see him in his glory
was at Lord's
on the Eaten and Harrow match days when he strutted about the ground renewing
acquaintance with noblemen, his former pupils, and endeavouring to collect
of them as he could to come and have a champagne luncheon at his house
in St John's
Wood which he described as 'my little place, close to here.' Mr. Angelo
suppress the words, my lord, when addressing any one who bore that title.
them in his mouth and made them sound aloud like little boy's who, sucking
put out their tongues to exhibit these dainties to less lucky little boys
who have none.
One day I saw him standing in front of the pavilion in the midst of a
circle in which
were several peers who were all laughing heartily at one of the stories
which he told
so well for a merrier tongue than his never wagged. I am sure that if
could have been photographed at that instant he would have sighed Nunc
moment afterwards. However, his fondness for the aristocracy was only
little weakness in a character essentially kind pleasant and honourable.
was a universal favourite. He came to Eton once a week on Thursdays and
till Friday at twelve. His large room next door to Marriott's was always
on winter evenings, and the lessons given by himself, and by his chief
McTurk (who afterwards succeeded him in his business) were careful and
Fencing, however, was never cultivated with anything like the ardour bestowed
school games. I only recollect two or three fellows who showed such a
in swordsmanship as would have enabled them to fence against champions
foreign public school in an international foil contest. One of these was
Lubbock, of whom I have spoken in a former chapter: the other was Alfred
of the chief partner in the well?known firm of tea merchants. Dent fenced
and if ever in after life it fell to his lot to have encounters with riotous
Shanghai or Choo Chow, his dexterity with his stick must have astonished
he wielded the stick as brilliantly as the foil: and his boxing was equal
to his sword?
play. Boxing. however was not taught at Eton. Those who wished to learn
to the rooms in St. James's Street during the holidays, when a certain
Adams retired from the P.R. would instruct them in the "noble art".
A curious adventure occurred to me in connection with Mr. Angelo , which
mention here for the benefit of those who like ghost stories. In March
alighting from a train at Buckingham I saw Mr. Angelo get out of a compartment
next to mine and walk across the platform in company with a couple of
fellows who were very gay and frolicsome. One of them gave the other a
upon which the latter said "Isn't he behaving badly Mr. Angelo?"
I intended to accost Mr. Angelo, but thought I would wait until he had
the two gentlemen who were strangers to me. Presently they both entered
carriage, which had come to the station for them and drove off, but when
round for Mr. Angelo 1 saw he had disappeared. Imagining he bad entered
the waiting?rooms I lingered of an hour but he was not to be seen. I thought
rather strange at the time, for the Buckingham Station on the arriving
side had but
one approach and Mr. Angelo could not have walked away along it without
noticed by me.
In the following week I was at Harrow and lunching at the King's Head
with a young
relative of mine, when the conversation fell upon fencing and the boy
alluded to his fencing master as being the successor of Angelo, who was
"Dead?" I exclaimed. "How very sudden! Why I saw him not
a week ago"
"You couldn't have seen Angelo the fencing master," answered
the boy, "for he has
been dead some years."
I really stared. If there had only been the evidence of my eyes as to
appearance on the platform of Buckingham Station I would have concluded
that my sight had deceived me, but I had distinctly heard Mr Angelo addressed
name. I had the plainest recollection of having heard one of the two young
in whose company he was, say, "Isn't he behaving badly, Mr Angelo?"
On my return to town from Harrow I went to St. James's Street, and had
of Mr. Angelo's death some years previously amply confirmed by Mr. McTurk.
Here the story ends. Nothing ever came of the apparition I had witnessed.
me no portent: it had not been preceded by any thoughts about Mr. Angelo
was followed by no circumstance which can throw the faintest light upon
it so that
of course I am bound to submit to the inference that I was labouring under
and acoustic illusion.
Still I am not convinced of this myself in my private mind and have
of the incident as being one of those mysteries which are perhaps thrown
lives to make us wary of scoffing too readily at strange things reported