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a tilt at each other, with result that one is 

 unseated in sight of onlookers, but put up again 

 ''off." 



Rowing men will find a couple of memorials 

 to carry them back to the eighties. A very- 

 beautiful window with the Eton arms and motto 

 and New College, Oxford's Wykeham's '' Manners 

 maketh the man," is to the memory of the fine 

 oarsman Douglas M'Lean, who died of enteric 

 during the South African war, and an Ionian 

 cross close to the cloisters to his brother Hector, 

 who succumbed to typhus in 1888. Sixteen 

 years ago, can it be? It seems more like five or 

 six since the two stalwart. Colonial-bred Scotch 

 lads — Hector was only twenty-four at his death — 

 were mighty men in a boat, while all the while 

 each a picture to the life of Mr Verdant Green, 

 spectacles and all. 



Burnham I like much, though I can't quite 

 understand a breeze coming straight there from 

 its next-door neighbour over the way. New York, 

 being bracing. Bracing it is, though, as the 

 Queen's Hotel testifies through the bills of fare 

 provided by its proprietress, whose husband was 

 first to patent an advance specimen of the cricket 

 scorinof-boards now in use in various forms. If 

 claims had to be heard for this I should put in 

 one myself, and not expect to be beaten — but that 

 by the way. Overnight I made up my mind not 

 to take the village or town, because I had not 

 been there three minutes before I came across a 

 Kensit Wycliffe sympathiser haranguing a collec- 

 tion mostly of small boys on the Englishman's 

 rights to kick up a bobbery in church. Such 

 privilege may be one of our most precious heri- 

 tages for what I know, only I didn't go to North 



