[To THE EDITOR OP THE " SPECTATOR."] Sia,—As one among
thousands to-day whose thoughts are following the Master to his resting-place, my mind travels back down the s-s-sza_lo an occasion when I was a guest at one of the Trinity Lodge dinner-parties. I happened to be the centre of a group of undergraduates—our heads were close together, we were talking earnestly, and one of us made rapid sketches on a scrap of paper to illustrate his words. To us came the Master, and, in his gently compelling fashion, asked the subject of our deep interest. After an eloquent pause I spoke up, pink and shamefaced, " The crossed two-step backwards, on roller skates! " "Youth! Youth! " he said, with a merry, sympathetic twinkle and a kindly pat, as he passed on. One at least of that little group has gone ahead and is there already to greet the Master—one of his boys who
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