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credit, not only of having held his own with the best 

 wrestler in the College, but of having kept the affair to 

 himself, knowing that the collision was an accident. From 

 this time he was spoken of as ' Jemmy,' and attained to the 

 equivalent of ' the most favoured nation ' clause in the 

 undergraduate's tutorial code." 



Fraser was a keen sportsman, but sternly denied himself 

 the pleasures he most loved whilst he was an under- 

 graduate, from motives of economy. He was a good horse- 

 man, passionately fond of hunting, and one of the first 

 things he did on attaining his fellowship was to gratify his 

 taste for riding to hounds, now that he was in a position to 

 afford it. But on taking orders he abandoned sport for 

 ever. Before he actually entered the ministry, however, 

 he resolved to have one farewell burst with hounds. He 

 therefore took a couple of horses down to Atherstone, put 

 up at the noted sporting hotel there, and had three weeks 

 of glorious sport in the Shire of Shires, a full and minute 

 account of which is preserved among his correspondence. 

 He was also extremely fond of tandem-driving, and was 

 an excellent whip. One last long tandem tour he took 

 with a friend before his ordination, and then bade farewell 

 to that recreation too for ever. 



In my time at Cambridge there was an eccentric but 

 good-hearted Fellow of Trinity who was an enthusiastic 

 admirer of athletics, and scandalised his fellow Dons by 

 bringing one Sunday to the high table in Hall, Deerfoot, 

 the famous Indian runner. When remonstrated with, he 

 maintained that he had a perfect right to invite his strange 

 guest as " a distinguished person," there being nothing in 

 the College rules to define the nature of the distinction 

 which qualified a stranger to be the guest of a Fellow. 

 There is a legend to the effect that a Dean of St John's 

 once invited the well-known pugilist Peter Crawley to 

 breakfast at his rooms, under the impression that he was 

 a member of the University. Peter, in cap and gown, had 

 rescued the Dean from a nasty melee in the Town and 

 Gown row on the previous evening, and the grateful Don, 

 struck with admiration at the way he used his fists, asked 

 him his name and college. Peter had been duly coached, 



