Any person who has been in Shanghai for a few years, especially those of British nationality, must have been familiar by sight with a quaint little wizened man, not more than about 5ft. high, broad of shoulder and dressed summer and winter in the same tweed clothes, which were designed for a much bigger man. In the streets he always seemed) to be in an immense hurry to get somewhere and he invariably had a cheery Good day" for any foreigner he passed alone, not infrequently adding the honour of raising his well worn bowler. Though hundreds knew him by sight, very few probably even knew his name. He was Frederick Warwick,, and he died en Monday at the age of 55 years.
Were it possible to get at the truth, it is highly likely that an intensely interesting story could be written about this quaint character, but those who knew him best really had heard' tittle of his life story. Yet some things are known that suggest a romantic past in higher walks.of life than those in which he passed his later days. He certainly had seen active service with the British Aymy, for most treasured amongst his few possessions were two South African medals. It has been said that at one time he held a commission and_ that he fought in other campaigns before the last Boer War. Then, too, he used to speak of lon treks into the interior of wil countries, For exploration and sporting purposes. It will be remembered that, at the time of the Lincheng outrage, Mr. Warwick wrote to the British Consul-General. offering his services. He was quite prepared, he declared, to go into the mountains as a hostage for the captives, or to negotiate with the bandits, and he was quite confident that his mission would—succeed. Though his wish was not gratified, Consulate officials had no cause to doubt his genuineness or his mettle, for it was but a few years before that the little man was storming through the offices, declaring that, when a perfectly healthy and competent subject of His Majesty, who knew the game of war, was desirous of having another slap at his country's enemies. if was the duty of the Consulate to send him Home.
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