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natural history and travel were his staple diet. Poetry was not 

 much in his line, but Pread's " Vicar " — a gem which I fear is 

 almost forgotten — delighted him, especially the stanza which 

 ends : 



And when religious sects run mad, 



He held, in spite of all this learning. 

 That if a man's behef is bad 



It will not be improved by burning. 



Learning must be a comparatively easy matter to people 

 with very retentive memories. When I read a book its contents 

 are reflected before me as in a mirror and soon become a more or 

 less blurred memory, but to men like Mr. Lockwood reading a 

 book must be like hanging a minutely exact steel engraving in 

 one's mind ready to be consulted at any time. Very nice in 

 moderation, no doubt, but it might become too much of a good 

 thing, as in the case of Macaulay, who could repeat verbatim — 

 commas, stops, and everything — whole columns of anything he 

 had read for years. 



It may have been the first-fruits of this affliction that 

 enabled him at the age of four when his mother asked, " Is 

 darling baby's nasty toothache better ? " to reply, " I thank 

 you, madam, the agony has somewhat abated." At least so 

 the story goes, but I do not vouch for it. 



While Mr. Lockwood was reading for his degree he met the 

 man who was to be his lifelong friend, Mr. Warde Fowler, a 

 don and also an accomplished naturalist, and it is to him that 

 I am indebted for so much information about Mr. Lockwood's 

 life. 



After his ordination Mr. Lockwood acted for some time as 

 his father's curate at Kingham, and then took a small living at 

 Woodeaton in 1871, and married Miss Sophia Theresa Wynter, 

 daughter of the Rev. Philip Wynter. Woodeaton is close 

 to Oxford, and it was at this time that his unusual gifts as a 

 teacher came to light. Mr. Warde Fowler had more college 

 pass-work than he cared for, so he entrusted him with the Latin 

 prose of a few undergraduates, and the venture proved an 

 instant success. He understood exactly what was wanted and 

 rarely failed to get his pupils through their examinations. 



When he left Woodeaton to take the Kingham living after 

 his father's death he sorely missed this work, and it was many 



