boarder with a clergyman. It was a time of hard work; and I really
retain very few recollections of him at all at this date. I was myself
very busy at Eton, and spent the holidays to a great extent in
travelling and paying visits; and I think that Christmas, when we used
to write, rehearse, and act a family play, was probably the only time at
which I saw him.

Hugh went abroad for a short time to learn French, with a party of
Indian Civil Service candidates, and no doubt forgot to write home, for
I find the following characteristic letter of my father's to him:

Lambeth Palace, S.E., _30th June_ 1889.

My dearest Hughie,--We have been rather mourning about
not hearing one word from you. We _supposed_ all would be right as
you were a large party. But _one_ word would be so easy to those
who love you so, who have done all they could to enable you to
follow your own line, against their own wishes and affection!

We hope at any rate you are writing to-day. And we have sent off
"Pioneers and Founders," which we hope will both give you happy
and interesting Sunday reading, and remind you of us.

Mr. Spiers writes that you are backward in French but getting on
rather fast.

I want you now at the beginning of this cramming year to make two
or three Resolutions, besides those which you know and have
thought of often and practised: