A YORKSHIRE NATURALIST 9 



I only remember having three lessons out of Lindley 

 Murray. This being replaced by the Eton Latin 

 grammar, over which I had to toil in memoritory 

 fashion ; learning in some confused and blundering 

 way to apply its rules to Eutropius, Caesar, Horace, 

 and Virgil, but knowing very little about the matter, 

 either then or for long afterwards. 



On the death of my second brother in the summer 

 of 1822, from the same cerebral disease as had 

 caused the death of his predecessor, Dr. Thompson, 

 an able physician as well as an enthusiastic devotee 

 to the rod, warned my parents that I must be taken 

 away from school, or I should break down in the 

 same manner. Hence the first of many interruptions 

 which reduced my school career almost to a dead 

 letter. I was sent to the farmhouse of a friend who 

 resided at Lebberston, about five miles from Scar- 

 borough. Here, during the days of my holiday, I 

 scampered among the haycocks, jumped over corn 

 sheaves, followed the waggons to and from the field, 

 and only returned to my home and school as the 

 summer drew to a close. 



An old widow lady named Johnson resided in my 

 father's house, upon whom the domestic care of us 

 children devolved. When the old lady died, she left 

 a few hundreds of pounds to my father, which 

 ought to have helped us ; but, unfortunately, through 

 his life he hankered after speculation in shipping, 

 and whenever he found himself in possession of 

 money, indulged this inclination. So, in this in- 



