to come forward. Studentships at Christchurch were then in the gift
of the Canons, and a nomination would have been given him by Dr.
Pusey if he had not been too young to begin to reside, so that it was
thought better that he should wait and go up for the Balliol
scholarship in the autumn.

In the October of 1844 he describes to his eldest sister the
reception of King Louis Philippe at Eton, accompanied by the Queen,
Prince Albert, and the Duke of Wellington:

'The King wore a white great coat, and looked a regular jolly old
fellow. He has white frizzle hair and large white whiskers. The
former, I suspect, is a wig. The cheering was tremendous, but behind
the royal carriage the cheers were always redoubled where the old
Duke, the especial favourite hero, rode. When they got off their
horses in the schoolyard, the Duke being by some mistake behindhand,
was regularly hustled in the crowd, with no attendant near him.

'I was the first to perceive him, and springing forward, pushed back
the fellows on each side, who did not know whom they were tumbling
against, and, taking off my hat, cheered with might and main. The
crowd hearing the cheer, turned round, and then there was the most
glorious sight I ever saw. The whole school encircled the Duke, who
stood entirely alone in the middle for a minute or two, and I rather
think we did cheer him. At last, giving about one touch to his hat,
he began to move on, saying, "Get on, boys, get on." I never saw
such enthusiasm here; the masters rushed into the crowd round him,
waving their caps, and shouting like any of us. As for myself, I was
half-mad and roared myself hoarse in about five minutes. The King
and Prince kept their hats off the whole time, incessantly bowing,