Harrow and Cambridge 



Cambridge were related to me by my brother William and the 

 late Lord Minto respectively. 



The former informed me that when one day he paid a visit 

 to Maunsell at Cambridge he was shown into his sitting-room 

 at French's historic lodgings at 6i, Park Street, Jesus Lane, 

 Cambridge ; a bare table (with a cutting whip lying on it), a 

 horsehair sofa, and a single chair, were the only articles of 

 furniture the room possessed. His visitor was asked to "sit 

 down and wait," the servant telling him that, though Mr. 

 Richardson might possibly not be long, he could by no means 

 predict how long, for he had gone out in riding apparel, and 

 very often did not return until nightfall. 



My eldest brother, who was a voracious reader, then asked 

 the man if he could have a book to pass the time away, for he 

 had come a considerable distance to have a look at Maunsell 

 and his rooms. Any book, he added, would be acceptable, but 

 a novel for choice. The astounding reply he received at that 

 abode of learning was, " I am very sorry, sir, but Mr. Richard- 

 son has not got a book of any sort." 



Lord Minto told me many years ago, when he stayed at 

 Limber with us, of his extraordinary first meeting with my 

 brother Maunsell. It was during a run with the " Drag " that, 

 in a ploughed field, he saw a rider, evidently a member of the 

 hunt, vainly endeavouring to induce a refusing horse to take a 

 fence. He passed him, and went on with the hunt, thinking 

 nothing more of the matter. After the gallop was over, ho w- 

 ever, as he was returning via the road, he saw the same man 

 and horse still battling at the fence, and then and there made 

 up his mind that a man possessed of such patience as this must 

 be something quite out of the common way, and determined if 

 possible to make his acquaintance at once. I regret to record 

 that the language my brother was using was of an exceedingly 



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