'Green' 'Substance' and 'shadow '-' Up Grant's'— I was born on October 31, 1837, and was admitted at Westminster School on October 10, 1849, so that I was nearly twelve years old when I arrived. My home was in Yorkshire, and this was my first visit to London. My father, an old Westminster, came up with me; we travelled up the day before, slept at the Old Burlington Hotel in Cork Street, and came down to Westminster after breakfast on the following day, arriving during mid-day school. When school was over I was taken to see my future housemaster, the Rev. James Marshall, and was installed 'up Grant's'; Reginald Somerville was told off as my 'substance,' and I was also consigned, by my father, to the care of my first cousin, Charlie Mure, son of Colonel Mure of Caldwell, who was 'up Rigaud's.' My father then left me to fend for myself. I had been, since I was eight years old, at a pretty rough private school at Southwell in Nottinghamshire, kept by one C. Fletcher, a queer old fellow with a short temper and a thorough belief in the cane as the goddess of discipline and the handmaid of learning; therefore I was not like an unfledged youngster who had never before left home. I was also a strong-built lad, deep in the chest, big-boned for my age, pretty good with my fists, and accustomed to all manner of games. Charlie Mure took charge of me, and took me into 'green,' where football was going on. He asked me, 'Can you play?' I said, 'Yes.' He said, 'Well, then, you may play out, but if you funk you will be packed into goals.' So I played out then and ever after, and never took a turn in goals. I must thank Charlie Mure for that. He was a fine strapping, big fellow, 6 feet high, and without an ounce of superfluous flesh upon him; he was about cock of the school at the time, poor fellow !-he left shortly after, joined the 43rd Light Infantry, and, with many other officers of the regiment, was killed in action when storming a native fort in New Zealand, in 1864, the officers not being well supported by their men. After 'green' Somerville took charge of me, showed me my way about, and put me up to some of the customs of the school. The substance' was answerable for his shadow' for about a week. It was his duty to see that the 'shadow' brought the correct books up school, to take him to Ginger the bookseller's and to see him properly served out with pens, quarterns, dip, and the class books of his form; also to instruct him as to 'fagging,' 'lock-hours,' 'bounds,' 'cheek,' 'dress,' hours for 'school,' 'green,' 'fields,' and 'water,' and all the minutiae of school-life. He thought it well to take me up school early that afternoon; there we had a slight difference, which led to a fight between us on a small scale, in front of the 'lost-box.' I had rather the best of it, and after that the substance left his shadow very much to his own devices; but we were always good friends, and one holiday I stayed with his people at Burford in Warwickshire, where we saw the water of a large pond drawn off, and the men wading about in the mud catching the eels and holding them between their teeth. Poor Somerville went into College, but left early, joined that fine old regiment, the 23rd Royal Welch Fusiliers, went out with them to the Crimea, and was killed at the storming of Sevastopol. He had two elder brothers at the school at this time-Walter, then a 'senior'; and Everard, then a 'second election.' When school commenced I was told to take my place behind the 'examination-table.' After After prayers I stood up behind the table; the Headmaster and the under-master then came up, leant over the table, and examined me as to my classical knowledge. I was relegated to the Upper Fourth Form-under the Rev. F. F. James, commonly called Jemmy-crossed the school, and joined my future form. 'Up Grant's' I was placed in a room on the secondfloor, with windows looking out on Little Dean's Yard, with Ashburnham House, then occupied by Lord John Thynne, the Subdean, beyond, and the Abbey roof and towers closing in the view. A long washing-stand ran along in front of the window, with a basin for each boy in the room; I think there were five of us : C. G. Slade is the only one whom I can call to mind. The Rev. J. Marshall was in charge of the house, and Mrs. Crowther-commonly called Mother Crowther'-was the matron. The house was always called 'Grant's,' and was the centre house in Little Dean's Yard. 6 On first arrival I was constantly being asked› 'What's your name? Where do you board?' etc. About my second day at school I was washing my hands before afternoon school, when in walked a big fellow called Murray. What's your name?' Answer: 'Markham what's yours?' 'Murray,' said he. I had Murray cousins, so replied: 'I wonder whether we are cousins.' Whereupon he said, 'Cousins indeed! what cheek!' took my basin of water, and threw the water all over me. Thus I learnt the meaning of 'cheek.' It was gross cheek of me even to ask his name, and to claim cousinship was cheek indeed! On referring to the school register, I think this must have been one John Murray Murray, born 1834, admitted 1848. There were about 140 boys in the school a. this time; of these, forty up College,' perhaps thirty 'up Grant's,' as many more 'up Rigaud's,' eight or ten 'up Scott's,' and the rest home or half boarders-i.e., not living at the school. W. Waterfield was captain of the school. The seniors were: T. G. B. Connell, E. Balfour, W. Morley, W. D. Somerville, C. H. P. Abbott, A. Marryatt, R. A. Cooke, Tudor Lavie, and J. A. Morrah; of these, Connell and Morrah left before election-time, and both joined the army, Connell serving in the 46th Regiment during the Crimean War, and Morrah joining the 60th Rifles. W. Waterfield also left, joining-like many of his family-the Civil Service in India. 'Up Grant's' W. C. Macready, son of the great actor, was head of the house-age about seventeen. E. R. F. Evered, C. A. G. Brown, F. A. Whitaker, and G. M. Murray were the older boys of the house. I was going to say 'big boys,' but there was one of them that I think I could have licked even then. I remember him well, for one day he was sitting on the iron fender-rail in the 'inner Chiswick,' when he dropped his book, was too lazy to pick it up himself, and fagged me round from the hall to pick it up for him. He was a nice light-weight for a cavalry officer, joining the 5th Light Dragoons, and becoming Major in 1863. I was told off as fag to a big, heavy-built fellow called Everard Evered, a kindly, easy-going master, who never overworked or ill-treated me. His name was a badly-chosen one for a man who could not pronounce his r's. He would call to me down the stairs : 'Mawkham, bwing me my fwousty, everwyday bweeches.' One of my duties was to supply him with hot water for shaving in the morning. This was my chief difficulty; hot water was not allowed, and its provision entailed a visit down below to the kitchen, and a daily bribe to, or a daily fight with, the cook. This and the brushing of his clothes, generally folding up |