Memoirs of Arthur Hamilton, B. A. Of Trinity College, Cambridge

nchester: "The one thing I learnt at Winchester that has been useful to me since, was how to tie up old letters: my house-master taught me how to d

met him, I will give a short descrip

often seen in weak-sighted people. His face was not unattractive, though rather heavy; his hair was dark and curly-he let it grow somewhat long from indolence-and he had a drooping moustache. He was one of the men who, without the slightest idea of doing s

oved; he hardly said anything, though the conversation was very animated; silence was his latest phase; but as it was his first term, and he was not very well acquainted with the party, it a

ather cynical man had broken in upon the ambitious projects that were being a

the depths of his chair, "no do

ect him, to whom he had not even been introduced; but Arthur was staring meditatively at the smoke rising f

of missions was present, who, speaking of an Indian mission lately started and apparently wholly i

at people are very apt to forget, that ill success

absence of self-consciousness, a sensation that he did not value the opinions of other people, that he did not regulate his conduct by them, which is very refreshing in these social days, when everybody's doings an

as far as the gate of his college. We struck up a kind of acquaintanceship, though I felt conscious that he did not in the least care about doing

e acquaintance drop. I invited him to my rooms. He would not come of his own accord

his books, which were splendid. His rooms were untidy to the last degree, but liberally supplied with the most varied contrivances for obtaining a comfortable posture. Deep chairs and sofas, with devices for books

hat was similarly noticed; then it was discarded altogether. He always wore one suit till he had worn it out, never varying it. But he consulted fashion to a certain extent. "My object,"

He got up rather late, read his subjects for an hour or two, strolled about to see one or two friends, lunched with them or at home, strolled in the afternoon, often dropping in to King's for the anthe

hy, particularly delighting in any ideal theories of life and discipline in state or association, but with a unique devotion to "Hamlet" and "As You Like It," the "Pilgrim's Progress," and Emerson's "Representative Men." He rarely read the Bible, he told me,

facts, qua facts," he said; "and I try to arrive at history through biography. I like

to see clouds league-long rolling up in great masses from the horizon-cloud perspective. I rejoice in seeing the fields, hedgerow after hedgerow, farm after farm, push into the

herons or quiet cattle stood along the huge dykes. You could see the scattered figures of old labourers in the fields, and then for miles and miles the squat towers, at which you were making, staring over the flat, giving you a thrill every time you sighted them, and right away west the low hills that

ubjects and to a certain extent to recognize chords. There occurs in one of his letters to me the follo

he last chord but two-he was dying to a very soft close, sliding in handles all over the banks of stops-he nodded with his head to the rows of pedal stops with their red labels, as thou

stir of the air; a drowsy thunder in the roof of nave and choir; the grim saints stirred and rattled ill their leaded casements, while th

orked out; he compares a man of settled purpose, in whose life the "motive was very apparent," to "the great lazy horns, that you can always hear in the orchestra pouring out their notes hollow and sweet, however

rture, at one place where the strings suddenly cease and there comes a peculiar chromatic waft of wind instruments, like a ghostly voice rushing across. I have never felt anything like it; it swept one right away, and gave one a sense of deep inef

the beauty of wickedness, the rightness, so to speak, of sensuality. I feel aft

essions of beauty-she takes you straight into a world of peace, a world where law and beauty are the same, a

settling himself at a Richter concert next me with an air of delight upon his fac