Mention is made here of 'The Ghouls' which may pay further investigation... Of the many societies that flourished then the Omar Khayyam is one of the few to have survived and still meets. There is also an American chapter.
THE OMAR KHAYYAM CLUB
By A MEMBER
The literary cranks of London are as the sand of
the sea-shore for number, and yet they have
rather diminished than increased during the last few
years. The Wordsworth Society no longer collects
archbishops and bishops and learned professors in the
Jerusalem Chamber to solve the mystery of existence
under the guidance of the great poet of Rydal, and one
is rather dubious as to whether the Goethe Society has
much to say for itself to-day, although in its time it
has crammed the Westminster Town Hall with enthu-
siastic lovers of German literature. The Shelley Society
one only hears of from time to time by its ghastly bur-
den of debt, a state which perhaps reflects the right
kind of glory upon its great hero, whose aptitude for
making paper boats out of Bank of England notes, if
apocryphal, is, at any rate, a fair exemplification of his
Browning Society, with its blue-spectacled ladies, deep
in the mysteries of Sordello, if the cash balance,
which is said at Girton to have been expended in
sweetmeats, had any existence, at the London centre,
one knows not what confectioner at the West End
fairly flourishing organizations at this moment. One
of them is the "Sette of Odd Volumes," another
the Johnson Club, to say nothing of the "Vaga-
bonds," the " Ghouls," and the latest comer, the Omar
Khayyam Club.
This society was formed in an informal way
without any desire to attract public attention. We
were simply bent upon making an occasion, once a
quarter, to eat a dinner, to gratify our own feelings of
companionship and to gratify further our intense ap-
preciation of Edward FitzGerald's famous quatrains.
Not one of the original members of the society — and
there were seven or eight of them — had any knowledge
of Persian, and it was not at all with the famous poet
of Persia, as he is known to the great scholars of our
time, that we concerned ourselves — it was only that
poet as interpreted by Edward FitzGerald with his
wonderful interpretation of life as understood by a
great number of people at the present day. The
society was practically started by three men, all of
whom talked it over together for a very long time
beforehand ; one of these was our indefatigable secre-
tary, Mr. Frederick Hudson. As I have said, there
were some eight of us who first agreed to form this
club, and we each invited one or two guests to the
first dinner ; one of the eight, Mr. Arthur Hacker, the
well-known artist, made us a menu card, and Mr.
Hacker was good enough to introduce to the society
Mr. Solomon and Mr. Shannon, two brother-artists,
who each in turn has been victimized to the extent of
a menu card. Mr. Justin Huntly McCarthy came
as a guest, and I mention this because an absurd
statement got abroad that he was the founder of the
Omar Khayyam Club ; we, however, were very glad
to have Mr. McCarthy, because he has done some ex-
cellent work in the vein of Edward FitzGerald, and
because, also, he has himself made a translation of
Omar, which is the delight of every book collector on
account of its curious type and other bibliographical
eccentricities. Mr. McCarthy was elected our first
chairman, and we added a very considerable number
of members to the society, which, it was arranged,
should not exceed fifty-nine, this number having no
more erudite significance than the fact that it was in
the year 1859 that Edward FitzGerald published his
famous translation or paraphrase.
Among the guests of the club — many of whom
have since become members — one may mention Mr.
Edward Clodd, Mr. Edmund Gosse, Mr. Sidney Low
(editor of the St. James Gazette), Judge Keene,
whose Persian studies have carried him very much
into the regions of FitzGerald's original, and several
other well-known men in literature and art. The
most dramatic incident in connection with the club
has already been fully stated in the press: this was
the visit of certain of our members to FitzGerald's
grave at Boulge, near Woodbridge.
As I am putting on record for all time the
account of the origin of a club which is likely to
last longer than some of the cranks which have been
mentioned, I may as well recapitulate the story of
that visit. Some years ago Mr. William Simpson
was travelling in Persia with the Afghan Boundary
Commission as special artist of the Illustrated London
News, Mr. Simpson, an enthusiastic Omar Khay-
yamite, and one of our earliest members, bethought
himself of a pilgrimage to Omar's tomb, and with a
single companion, rode some miles to the spot where
the great Persian is buried at Naishapur. He found
one of the wishes of Omar singularly realised — the
wish that rose-leaves should twine about his tomb —
and he brought back with him some seed of those
very rose-bushes, which was sent to Mr. Thiselton-
Dyer at Kew Gardens, and there duly cultivated.
For some time — long before the Omar Club was
thought of — it was a pet project with Mr. Edward
Clodd and Mr. Simpson that the rose-bushes which
should grow at Kew from the seed culled on Omar's
tomb should be transplanted to FitzGerald's grave.
But the existence of a society gave special facilities
for carrying out this project, and our visit to Boulge,
with its accompanying ceremonial (sanctioned, it may
be said, by the executors of Edward FitzGerald), is
now matter of literary history. Let that pass ;
suffice to say, without having any ambition to be
known to the public, or, indeed, to concern our-
selves with the outside world, we are going to settle
down in the future in a quiet sort of way to this
quarterly dinner of a few good friends and comrades.
Perhaps our spirit could not be better exemplified
than in the letter which Mr. Theodore Watts, the
eminent poet and critic, wrote to the Secretary on
the occasion of our last dinner ; I trust he will par-
any better way conclude what little there is to be
said on the subject —
"Although I am compelled to forego the great
pleasure of dining with you on Friday," writes Mr.
Watts, " I must not miss the opportunity of telling
you how entirely I admire, and aspire to be in sym-
pathy with, what I am sure must be the temper of
an Omar Khayyam Club. The King of the Wise
was, first and foremost, a good fellow, as every line
of his poems shows ; so was old Fitz, the greatest
man, save Nelson, that has been produced even by
East Anglia, and I must say that I never came across
a genuine, thoroughgoing disciple of the Master who
was not a good fellow. No mean and ill-conditioned
man could possibly enjoy the philosophy of the
Rubaiyat. Now, as I myself would far rather have
the character of a good fellow among good fellows
than the character of a man of genius, what I have said
above is meant for high praise of your club. And
no one could possibly have taken more interest
in thelate charming ceremony got up by my
friends E C and C S than I did, and I hope when
you print an account of it you will not forget to
send me a copy, as I want to read certain verses
by McCarthy (another and still older friend) which,
I hear, have appeared somewhere, but I cannot
in thelate charming ceremony got up by my
friends E C and C S than I did, and I hope when
you print an account of it you will not forget to
send me a copy, as I want to read certain verses
by McCarthy (another and still older friend) which,
I hear, have appeared somewhere, but I cannot
discover where."
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