A RED-LETTER DAY 



as that which had gathered us together. It was 

 a most interesting and scholarly address, appro- 

 priately delivered beneath the shadow of the old 

 city walls, forming the boundary on one side of 

 William of Wykeham's foundation, and casting 

 their shadow over the fine old picturesque garden 

 attached to the venerable domicile which housed 

 me and mine during the last stage of my Oxford 

 life. Many then learned for the first time that 

 Alma Mater was of mushroom growth in comparison 

 with the city. 



The whole proceedings of the day constituted 

 a show well worth coming a long distance to take 

 part in ; and, as there are few things so restful 

 and refreshing to an old showman as a show which 

 he can enjoy free of all responsibility as to its 

 happenings, it goes for the saying that that cloud- 

 less July day was one of the reddest of red-letter 

 days of my Mayoral year. 



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