Saturday, June 6th

Saturday, June 6th.
    Mr. S + Fred remained in London, while the other four of us went to Windsor, three traveling by one train and the fourth, R.J.S. by another, inasmuch as after I had separated from the party to get my mighty bog oak cane- then shod and headed- the others planned for a later train.
     All London seemed bound for Henley- where the Royal party were in attendance upon the races.
    Two great attractions would have spoiled things, so we went to Windsor to see that the town survived.
    First we roamed over Eton. Just at the moment we entered the stone quadrangle, bounded by the (32) chapel, the Library, and the first school buildings, all the boys were assembling in groups here and there to answer to roll-call the "calling-over" of "Tom B at Rugby".  Of course we were delighted. Then we visited the ancient dinning hall dating from 1440, listening to the stories and explanations of a pleasant attendant. Finished with this, we went through the Library, with its old books and manuscripts, such as, a first folio (1623) of Shakespeare, Udall's Ralph Roister Doister.  A first printed Gutenberg Bible, a first Milton, etc. The old school rooms were next explored, with their dingy little windows and desks cut and worn. The pillars of the room are beams taken from wrecked ships of the Spanish Armada. The walls in a larger room contain the names of all old scholars, - a great custom in these schools - some carved by the individual named, but the modern ones cut in by a man appointed (33) These are such names as W. E. Gladstone, Pitt, Shelly, - and those about as famous.
    Then the beautiful chapel, with its carved fan- like ceiling of a kind with King's College, Cambridge, and St. George's at Windsor. Watts' beautiful Sir Galahad hangs appropriately in the chapel.
    We left the chapel to wander through the playing fields, where numerous cricket matches were forth.  We delayed for some time to see the first team play against a wandering team called the I-Z's (pronounced I Zed's).
    A walk to turreted, towered, walled and generously defended Windsor, got us there just in time to join a party visiting the State Apartments. So we rambled among the magnificence and luxury and beauty gathered and arranged by the successive heads of England.  Surely vast wealth has gone to support the show and lavish (34) desires of able or weak sovereigns, - but not more than one would expect to find there. We were moved along so fast that we could get only an impression of magnificence rather than an enjoyment of isolated beauties.
    Mr. S+ F witnessed a coaching exhibition at Raneleigh.