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of his sermons was from one of his old boys, who had taken a book of his discourses out with him to South Africa.

“ He wrote to say that he read one of my sermons every Sunday, as he was far away from all churches. He wanted to know 1f, after having done his duty —as he put it by reading a scrmon, he might shoot after- wards.”

“ And did you give him permission ?” asked.

“Certainly. I told him T thought he might,” was the answer.

We had reached the swimming bath, and many of the boys were enjoying a plunge. It is certainly the finest open air hath in the king- dom, being zooft. long, with a maximum width of Goft. Its depth varics from 3ft. 8in. to oft. 1in. Three hundred and fifty thousand aallons of water come daily from the Harrow

waterworks, covering almost three-quarters of

an acre. The whole place is delightfully sheltered, and surrounded with trees and huge banks of shrubs and evergreens. Some of the best swimmers and divers amongst the Harrow boys willingly lent themselves to the camera.

On our return to Harrow there was much to see, previous to going to the ericket ground,

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and Mr. Welldon was most enthusiastic in pointing out the many objects of interest. The chapel s full of memorial tablets, and close by is the Vaughan Library, a very handsome crection. Immediately on enter- ing arc scen two fine marble busts of Lord Palmerston and Byron; many portraits of old Harrovians hang round the walls. Here “Young Harrow” can come and look upon many precious relics of those who sat on the forms before them. They can sit in the alcove by the window and look out upon the glorious landscape in front of them, the rich- ness and beauty of which must tempt many a lad to dream and hope that one day his name may live on the Hill” Byron’s sword is here, and Lord Palmerston’s inkstand. Just by the alcove 1s a crayon drawing of the late Cardinal Manning. 1T remembered how his cyes lit up when, some time before he died, I spoke to him about his Harrow days. In the letter which hangs framed beneath his picture - the Tast he wrote to Mr. Welldon —dated 215t June, 1880, the great prelate says s As T grow older and older, the days ol my boyhood scem brighter.”

“ ] once took lunch with Cardinal Manning in the morning,” said Mr. Welldon, ““tea in the afternoon with Mr. Spurgeon ; and dined