It must have been about this time that Frederick made the acquaintance of Edward FitzGerald, who was two years his junior. The pair maintained a close correspondence for many years, and "Fitz" became godfather to one of his friend's sons and left a legacy to be divided among his three daughters. Frederick's fine presence and frank, tempestuous, independent nature seem to have made a powerful appeal to the younger man, for he had the great height, noble proportions, and dome-like forehead of the Tennyson family, and was so robustly built that it is said that in later years, when he lived in Florence, a new servant girl, on seeing him for the first time speeding up his broad Italian staircase in British knee-breeches, fell back against the wall in astonishment, exclaiming, "Santissima Madonna, che gambe!" Unlike his brothers, however, his hair (which he wore rather longer than was common even at that time) was fair and his eyes blue. "I remember," wrote Fitz in 1843, "the days of the summer when you and I were together quarrelling and laughing.... Our trip to Gravesend has left a perfume with me. I can get up with you on that everlastingly stopping coach on which we tried to travel from Gravesend to Maidstone that Sunday morning: worn out with it we got down at an Inn and then got up on another coach, and an old smiling fellow passed us holding out his hat--and you said, "That old fellow must go about as Homer did," and numberless other turns of road and humour, which sometimes pass before me as I lie in bed." And in the next year he writes: How we pulled against each other at Gravesend! You would stay--I wouldn't--then I would--then we did. Do you remember that girl at the bazaar ... then the gentleman who sang at Ivy Green? And seven years later Gravesend and its [Greek: anêrithmoi] shrimps are still in his memory. Very soon, however, after leaving Cambridge, Frederick, who had inherited a comfortable property at Grimsby, set out for Italy, and in Italy and near the Mediterranean he remained, with the exception of an occasional visit to England, until 1859. He was passionately fond of travel, which, as he used to say, "makes pleasure solemn and pain sweet," and even his marriage in 1839 to Maria Giuliotti, daughter of the chief magistrate of Siena, could not induce him to make a settled home. In 1841 we hear of him (through "Fitz") in Sicily, playing a cricket match against the crew of the _Bellerophon_ on the Parthenopaean Hills, and "_sacking_ the sailors by ninety runs." "I like that such men as Frederick should be abroad," adds the writer, "so strong, haughty, and passionate," and in 1842 "Fitz" pictures him "laughing and singing, and riding into Naples with huge self-supplying beakers full of the warm South." All the while he continued to write to FitzGerald "accounts of Italy, finer" (says the latter) "than any I ever heard."