78 MEMORIES OF MY LIFE 



proceeding, I kept the corner of my eye fixed on a 

 portrait of the Lord Chief- Justice, that hung opposite, 

 and thought how incongruous the conversation was 

 with its presence. 



I received a kindly welcome from time to time 

 after leaving Cambridge, in the homes of not a few of 

 my fellow-undergraduates. One was that of Robert, 

 afterwards Sir Robert Dalyell. His father, Captain 

 Sir William Dalyell, was a naval veteran with a scar 

 across his face left by a severe gash, who had quarters 

 in Greenwich Hospital as one of the Captains in com- 

 mand, the constitution of Greenwich Hospital being 

 then totally different from what it is now. The family 

 consisted of himself, Lady Dalyell, and their two 

 daughters. Numerous friends appeared every Sunday. 

 We visitors walked and had tea, spending healthful 

 and delightful summer afternoons, usually returning to 

 London by river. The life of a young bachelor in not 

 over elegant lodgings is vastly cheered by such occa- 

 sional outings. They give great pleasure all round 

 with very little expenditure either of exertion or of 

 cost. 



The family of Crompton Hutton, who lived at 

 Putney Park, were most kind in a similar way, to 

 myself, to E. Kay, and many others. That family 

 was soon sadly broken up by deaths. One of the 

 merriest of the sisters in those days was the wife, and 

 latterly the widow, of Lord Lingen, who herself has 

 died since I first wrote these lines. Lord Lingen was, 

 I need hardly add, for a long time one of the most 

 valuable civil servants of his country, first at the 

 Education Office and afterwards at the Treasury. 



It was during my third year at Cambridge that I 



