Chapter XIV 



The Rev. Samuel Davis Lockwood — In Shirt-sleeves — As Medicine Man — 

 A Romantic Affection — Classical Scholar — A Prodigious Jump — A Passion 

 for the Heythrop — Puppy Walking — An Enthusiast — Was it Hallucination ? 

 — A Fox on the Door-mat — Labour Troubles — Joseph Arch, the Primitive 

 Methodist — Anxious Moments — Common-sense Methods — Clerical Modesty 

 — " The Dream of an Old Meltonian " — A Sackful of Sermons — An Over- 

 due Tithe — A Born Teacher — Greek at Westminster — Macaulay as a Boy — 

 A Pedantic Reply — A Wreath from Penny Subscriptions. 



THE REV. DAVIS LOCKWOOD, rector of Kingham, near 

 Oxford, for over thirty years, was a simple man and a 

 furious hard worker. He did not wear clerical kit, 

 preferring to go about his business looking like what he was 

 — as much a worker as any of his parishioners. 



On high ecclesiastical occasions, when he felt bound to put 

 on the white collar of his profession, it did not suit him, and he 

 was never really happy until it was off again and he was trotting 

 about the village in his rough clothes, sometimes hatless and in 

 his shirt-sleeves. 



His was the typical life of the old Tory country parson of 

 good family. The years slipped by in the contented performance 

 of parish duties, including the farming of his own land and 

 enlivened by a penchant for doctoring his parishioners which 

 earned him some fame as a medicine man. He was at peace 

 with everyone and everyone very much at peace with him, but 

 behind all this placid humdrum routine smouldered two 

 separate and abiding passions : a passion for teaching, at which 

 he was uncommonly successful, and a passionate love for the 

 Heythrop hunt, for which he cherished a romantic affection all 

 his life. 



Fishing he did not care for, preferring the duties of his parish 

 to a day beside the finest trout-stream, and he never shot ; 

 an afternoon spent in routing about in an Oxford don's library 

 was much more to his taste, and he read classics to such purpose 

 that he often took the wind out of the sails of University pundits 

 by the wide range of his Latin and Greek quotations. 



When he went for country walks he was absorbed in natural 



