Harrow and Cambridge 



of that match — for the general public, I mean — was the handsome 

 young captain of the Harrow Eleven, "Charlie" Buller, who 

 made the top score of the day, 56, M. H. Stowe coming next 

 with 54, and my brother third best batsman, with 34 runs. 

 When the match was over it was grand to hear the Harrow 

 boys cheer their captain again and again, the Etonians joining 

 in the demonstration ; after which victors and vanquished 

 carried him shoulder-high round the wickets and back to the 

 pavilion. 



I can see Buller's merry and happy blue eyes now as he 

 made a gallant attempt to laugh off the honour accorded him as 

 a good joke, and I hear again the ringing cheers straight from 

 the hearts of his proud and happy schoolfellows, and his 

 admiring antagonists. Surely, it was a great day for Harrow. 



But what Maunsell appreciated most in the game, and he 

 had learned it from his stepfather, Mr. Southwell, who had 

 also been coached by the same adept at Harrow, was that 

 "Bob" Grimston, the Hon. Robert Grimston that was, had 

 looked upon him as one of the most dependable " men " in the 

 Harrow Eleven. Nor did he receive this knowledge second- 

 hand only, for though the Hon. " Bob " was a man who hardly 

 ever praised a pupil, except by inference, he told him so him- 

 self, and much to my brother's delight. 



Maunsell's ability as a cricketer was by no means the full 

 sum of his athletic triumphs in his stay at the school on the 

 Hill. As a runner he distinguished himself by winning the 

 School Hurdle Race, which, as every one knows, is by no means 

 an easy task. In addition to this, he proved himself a first- 

 class jumper, winning the long jump of 18 feet 6 inches, 

 which can be described to-day as an extraordinary feat for a 

 boy of fifteen, and in the sixties, too, when athletic grounds were 

 by no means perfect. He was also a good man with the foils, 



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