Biography of Frederick Locker-Lampson
Frederick Locker-Lampson was an English man of letters, bibliophile and poet.
He was born at Greenwich Hospital. His father, who was Civil Commissioner of the Hospital, was Edward Hawke Locker, youngest son of the Captain William Locker who gave Nelson the memorable advice "to lay a Frenchman close, and beat him." His mother, Eleanor Mary Elizabeth Boucher, was a daughter of the Revd. Jonathan Boucher, vicar of Epsom and friend of George Washington.
After a desultory education, Frederick Locker began life in a colonial broker's office. Soon he obtained a clerkship in Somerset House, whence he was transferred to Lord Haddington's private office at the Admiralty. Here he became deputy-reader and precis writer. In 1850 he married Lady Charlotte Bruce, daughter of the Lord Elgin who brought the famous marbles to England, and sister of Lady Augusta Stanley. After his marriage he left the Civil Service, in consequence of ill-health.
In 1857 he published London Lyrics, a slender volume of 90 pages, which, with subsequent extensions, constitutes his poetical legacy. Lyra Elegantiarum (1867), an anthology of light and familiar verse, and Patchwork (1879), a book of extracts, were his only other publications in his lifetime.
In 1872 Lady Charlotte Locker died. Two years later Locker married Miss Hannah Jane Lampson, the only daughter of Sir Curtis Miranda Lampson, Bart., of Rowfant House, Sussex, and in 1885 he added his wife's surname to his own to form a new family surname, Locker-Lampson. He died at Rowfant on 30 May 1895 and is buried in Worth churchyard near Crawley, Sussex.
He had five children: Eleanor by his first wife, and Godfrey, Dorothy, Oliver and Maud by his second. Eleanor married first Lionel Tennyson, younger son of the poet Lord Tennyson, and after his death married the writer and Liberal politician Augustine Birrell.
Literary and Bibliophilic Legacy
Chronic ill-health debarred Locker from any active part in life, but it did not prevent his delighting a wide circle of friends by his gifts as a host and raconteur, and from accumulating many treasures as a connoisseur. He was acquainted with practically all the major literary figures of the age, including Matthew Arnold, the Brownings, Carlyle, Dickens, George Eliot, Leigh Hunt, Ruskin, Tennyson, Thackeray and Trollope. He was also a mentor to the illustrator artists Randolph Caldecott and Kate Greenaway.
He was a noted bibliophile and one the foremost exponents of the "Cabinet" style of book collecting. He catalogued his own collection of rare books, first editions, prints and manuscripts in a volume named after his family home in Sussex, the Rowfant Library (1886). An Appendix compiled by his elder son, Godfrey, was published in 1900. The Rowfant Club, a Cleveland-based society of book collectors, is named after his home.
As a poet, Locker belongs to the choir who deal with the gay rather than the grave in verse, with the polished and witty rather than the lofty or emotional. His good taste kept him as far from the broadly comic on the one side as his kind heart saved him from the purely cynical on the other. To something of Prior, of Praed and of Hood he added qualities of his own which lent his work distinction in no wise diminished by his unwearied endeavour after directness and simplicity.
A posthumous volume of his memoirs, entitled My Confidences, appeared in 1896. In The Varieties of Religious Experience (1902) William James wrote of the 'amiable' personality shown in this book: "This is a complex, a tender, a submissive, and graceful state of mind. For myself, I should have no objection to calling it on the whole a religious state of mind, although I dare say that to many of you it may seem too listless and half-hearted to merit so good a name."
Frederick Locker-Lampson: A Character Sketch, which includes a selection of his letters, was composed and edited by his son-in-law, Augustine Birrell in 1920. This gives an interesting idea of his personality and literary connections as well as notes on his book collection.
Frederick Locker-Lampson's Works:
London Lyrics (1857)
Lyra Elegantiarum (1867)
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Frederick Locker-Lampson Poems
She play'd me false, but that's not why I haven't quite forgiven Di, Although I've tried:
On An Old Muff
TIME has a magic wand! What is this meets my hand, Moth-eaten, moldy, and Covered with fluff?
My Mistress's Boots
THEY nearly strike me dumb, And I tremble when they come Pit-a-pat: This palpitation means
The Widow's Mite
A widow--she had only one! A puny and decrepit son; But, day and night,
The Unrealised Ideal
My only Love is always near, In country or in town I see her twinkling feet, I hear
A Terrible Infant
I recollect a nurse call'd Ann, Who carried me about the grass, And one fine day a fine young man Came up, and kissed the pretty lass.
To My Grandmother
(Suggested by a Picture by Mr. Romney)Under the elm a rustic seat Was merriest Susan's pet retreat To merry-make.
At Her Window
BEATING Heart! we come again Where my Love reposes; This is Mabel's window-pane; These are Mabel's roses.
We heard it calling, clear and low, That tender April morn; we stood And listened in the quiet wood,
I hope I'm fond of much that's good, As well as much that's gay; I'd like the country if I could; I love the Park in May:
Rhyme Of One
You sleep upon your mother's breast, Your race begun, A welcome, long a wished-for Guest, Whose age is One.
PICCADILLY! Shops, palaces, bustle, and breeze, The whirring of wheels, and the murmur of trees; By night or by day, whether noisy or stilly,
Loulou And Her Cat
GOOD pastry is vended In Cité Fadette; Maison Pons can make splendid Brioche and galette.
A Word That Makes Us Linger
(Written in the visitor's book at Gopsall) KIND hostess mine, who raised the latch And welcomed me beneath your thatch,
At Her Window
BEATING Heart! we come again
Where my Love reposes;
This is Mabel's window-pane;
These are Mabel's roses.
Is she nested? Does she kneel
In the twilight stilly,
Lily clad from throat to heel,
She, my virgin Lily?