6 MEMOIR. 



our companion as well as tutor. We resided chiefly at Rose 

 Cottage, KB., and he used to lead us forth on long rambles upon 

 the South Downs, armed with leaping-poles, and in quest of 

 adventures, or under the chalk cliffs of Beachy Head, where he 

 led us up desperate attempts at escalading the crumbling heights ; 

 but his belief was that any hazard was trifling, provided one created 

 admiration, more especially in female spectators. We spent one 

 winter in the Crescent, Clapham, also some time in Brighton. 

 Mr B. left us after two years, and returned to France. 



Mr B.'s successor in the dominie's chair was Mr T., a 

 native of Greenock, and a student for the Scotch Church. He 

 was a very great contrast to our last preceptor, for as Mr B. 

 was a thorough Frenchman, so, on the other hand, Mr T. was as 

 demure, as quiet, and retiring as a native of Scotland need be. 

 Besides being an excellent instructor, he was a man of steady 

 religious principles, which he was careful to instil into the minds 

 of his pupils. 



During this time we resided half the year at Rose Lodge, 

 Clapham Common, within ball-shot of the Hall, where my father's 

 mother lived. Of course, we spent a great deal of our time there. 

 She was a very superior and clever woman, an excellent artist, 

 and exceedingly particular. Indeed, she was the authoress of 

 Teresa Tidy's Eighteen Maxims on Neatness and Order. As her 

 publisher observed of her, " Mrs G. was a lady who made 

 herself beloved and feared." The other half of the year we spent 

 at Rose Cottage. Eastbourne was then a lovely, retired spot. 

 On one side the beautiful undulating South Downs extended like 

 a huge sea wave. Upon them one may walk without ever feeling 



