Looking Back — Text and Context
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aign was still kept going during the late 'sixties. As may be imagined, he did not have many opportunities of getting even with his Chief, but on one occasion he may be said to have had the best of it. His vessel was leaving Malta for England and was moving majestically out of the Grand Harbour, Valetta, with the band on the poop and all the usual pomp and circumstance. Wodehouse knew that the French Admiral was on board the English flagship, so as a parting shot, as he passed under the flagship's stern, the band was ordered to play, "Robert, toi que j'aime." This affecting farewell was a delight to the Frenchman, who could not resist telling Smart how fond he was of "ce cher Wodehouse qui avait tant d'esprit."
I succeeded in passing my examinations, both medical and scholastic, all right, and after a few weeks' suspense I was informed by the Admiralty that I was to join the _Britannia_ at Dartmouth in September. That training-ship has so often been described that I do not think it necessary to say much about it; but a few words may be written about the impressions that my first introduction to the Navy conveyed to my youthful mind. The Captain of the _Britannia_ was at that time Captain Corbett, a very distinguished officer, and, to the cadets, an awe-inspiring figure when he inspected our ranks on Sundays with his ribbon of the C.B. (a really prized distinction in days when orders and ribbons were very sparsely bestowed), and the sash over his shoulder that was then worn by the Naval Aide-de-Camp to the Sovereign. The fashion in hair at that time was very different from the present Navy fashion, when everyone is either bearded or clean-shaven. In 1869, just before Mr. Childers allowed beards to be grown, every officer and man had to shave his upper lip and chin, the result being that the young bloods of the quarter and lower decks delighted in appearing in long Dundreary whiskers.
The _Britannia_ was a good school in its way, for the amount of hard knowledge in the shape of the elements of navigation and mathematics that we were made to absorb in twelve months was rather remarkable; but the old hulk was not particularly sanitary, and we were shamefully underfed, considering the amount of school work and drill that we had to do. During my year there I personally lost a good deal of time owing to a simultaneous outbreak of smallpox and scarlatina that occurred in 1870. I was unfortunate enough to develop the scarlatina and was at once put behind a canvas screen, which was supposed to separate me from my fellow-cadets, whilst waiting for the boat to take me ashore to the sick quarters. Unfortunately for me, another cadet was attacked with smallpox that same morning; so, to save trouble, we two wretched boys were coupled together behind the same screen, for, as the doctor sagely remarked, it was very uncommon for anybody to have smallpox and scarlatina at the same time. I, unfortunately, thanks to his speculative philosophy, succeeded in getting both, with the result that I was extremely ill, and was put considerably back with my studies.
Sir Seymour Fortescue opens Looking Back with a dedication to Queen Alexandra, recalling his service as Equerry-in-Waiting to King Edward VII. The memoir is structured chronologically, beginning with his early days and gunroom life in the 1870s, then moving through postings in the Dardanelles, Egypt, and the Channel Fleet. Later chapters cover his time on the Royal Yacht and as equerry, including a foreign tour with the King. The excerpts show a writer who values anecdote and character: he describes Consuelo Duchess of Manchester as possessing wit that is “almost as attractive as beauty,” and recalls her late-night dinner parties that lasted until three in the morning.
A Naval Career in Anecdote
The early chapters establish Fortescue’s voice as a raconteur rather than a strategist. In the excerpt on his gunroom life, he mentions reading a manuscript by an American author—likely Alfred Thayer Mahan—and pressing it on his chief, calling it “of the greatest value to any one entrusted with the care of the defences of the British Empire.” This is one of the few passages where he engages with naval theory; more often, he dwells on social scenes. The chapter on Egypt in 1882 is titled but not excerpted here, so the reader must infer whether it covers the bombardment of Alexandria or other events. Fortescue’s tone is consistently genial, even when describing hardship.
The Social World of the Equerry
The middle excerpts shift to London society. Fortescue describes himself as “a complete Cockney” and thanks heaven for it. He details dinners at the Amphitryon club and weekend visits, which were then “few and far between.” The portrait of Consuelo Duchess of Manchester is the most extended character sketch in the excerpts: she was a “wonderfully successful entertainer” who kept guests at the piano until the small hours. Fortescue notes her recipe for a successful dinner party required “a Duchess, a Beauty, and a ham.” Such details reveal his eye for the rituals of high society, though the reader learns little about his own domestic life or opinions on politics.
Royal Service and Its Pleasures
The dedication frames the book as a “labour of love,” and the equerry chapters likely expand on that sentiment. Fortescue mentions serving on the Royal Yacht Victoria and Albert and accompanying King Edward on a foreign tour. The excerpts include a photograph caption placing King Edward and Queen Alexandra on board that yacht in 1909. Fortescue’s tone is uniformly respectful; he calls Edward “my beloved Master.” The reader should note that the memoir was published in 1920, after Edward’s death, and the author may be shaping his recollections with hindsight. The chapter on Marienbad and other health resorts suggests a focus on the King’s leisure activities.
Structure and Gaps in the Record
The table of contents lists sixteen chapters plus an afterword, moving from early days through 1910. The excerpts cover only a fraction: the opening dedication, a passage about reading Mahan, a long social vignette, and the closing Project Gutenberg boilerplate. Missing are the chapters on the Dardanelles in 1878, Egypt in 1882, and South Africa, which might contain more operational detail. The reader should be aware that Fortescue’s memoir is selective; he does not claim to offer a complete history. The afterword is not excerpted, so its content—perhaps a summing-up or a return to the present—remains unknown. The book’s value lies in its personal perspective on a vanished world.
Fortescue’s memoir rewards a reader interested in the texture of late-Victorian and Edwardian court life. The excerpts suggest that the author is more comfortable describing a dinner party than a naval engagement, and that his loyalty to the royal family shapes every page. To get the most from Looking Back, read it as a series of vignettes rather than a continuous narrative, and note how the author’s social position—naval officer, equerry, gentleman—colors what he chooses to record.
There’s a particular ache in reading Fortescue’s quiet pride in service—the way duty shaped a whole life. It made me think of Fisher’s own Memories, where that same devotion burns, only louder, more restless. Somehow both men speak to how we carry our pasts. Memories, by Admiral of the Fleet, Lord Fisher — Reading Companion lingers beside it, like an old photograph found in a drawer.
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