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settled our operations for the day, proposing, first, 

 to go to Windsor Church and hear Milman the 

 poet preach a charity sermon ; second, to go and 

 hear the concluding anthem at the Chapel Royal 

 and see the King and Queen come out ; third, walk 

 on the terrace ; fourth, return and lunch ; fifth, go 

 to Eton College Chapel ; sixth, go again to the 

 terrace and hear the bands play ; seventh, return 

 and dine, after which I was not sorry that a shower 

 of rain confined us at home, for I felt rather stiff. 

 The chanting at Eton Chapel was beautiful. I sat 

 in one of the stalls next the reader ; opposite me 

 was Dr. Keate, the justly dreaded Head-master, 

 the sight of whose countenance is said to strike 

 terror into the boys long after they have left 

 school, and truly it is awful. When service is over 

 the boys remain till they have permission to go 

 out, and they press forward in a dense mass in the 

 body of the chapel opposite the Master's seat 

 waiting for the word of command. 



1 After breakfast on Monday morning we 

 went to Eton College, but without any certain 

 plan of getting into the schoolroom to see the 

 ceremony of breaking up. Two companies of 

 Foot Guards had piled their arms in the outer 

 court ready to receive their Majesties, and a 

 detachment of the Blues were parading up and 

 down the road in front of the building. The 

 groups of boys were scattered about planning 

 their holiday amusements and modes of de- 



