The Rev. Wyer Honey, M.H. 147 



he had a grandfather whose tastes were more Hkc his own. 

 This old gentleman, Mr. William Honey, who only died some 

 sixteen years ago at the age of ninety-one, was a great sports- 

 man, good shot and fisherman, good man to hounds, and 

 something of a steeplechase rider in his day. Even in his later 

 years he never weighed more than ten stone. 



The horses he owned as a young man used to be clipped 

 with scissors — a process that took about three days, as 

 clippers had not then been invented. 



Young Honey spent a good deal of his time with his grand- 

 father, who shot over red setters and disliked being out with 

 more than two guns, large shooting-parties being his pet aver- 

 sion. One day the boy was leading a young setter in leash for 

 his grandfather, and the dog, being wild, tried to break away 

 after a rabbit. As Honey was only a very small boy at the 

 time he was dragged along, face downwards, by the dog, but 

 did not let go as he had been roundly scolded for doing so on a 

 previous occasion. This time, rather to his surprise, he could 

 hear his grandfather shouting, " Let go, let go ! " but he did 

 not at once do so. At last he was dragged into some brambles, 

 and as he could still hear cries of " Let go ! " he let go, but only 

 just in time, for he found himself looking down a disused mine- 

 shaft. Another foot and he would have been down it. The 

 grandfather knew of its existence, hence his anxious shouts. 



Mr. Honey went to the old grammar-school at Tavistock, 

 which has since been pulled down. From there he went to a 

 private school in Scarborough, and thence to a tutor, the 

 Rev. Canon A. E. Moore, who prepared boys for the army 

 and universities. At Jesus College, Cambridge, his career was 

 uneventful. 



From the first he desired to become a clergyman. On the 

 subject of sport and work I quote his own words : " I chose the 

 Church for a profession, although some well-meaning friends at 

 the time told me that they thought it was incompatible with my 

 known sporting proclivities ; but looking back on the last 

 twenty years, I do not honestly think that my work has suffered 

 in the least degree from my love of sport ; in fact, on the 

 contrary, I think one has helped the other." 



His best hunting was enjoyed with the Southwold foxhounds 

 when he was a youngster and being mounted by a kind old 



