We have the more reason to be grateful
for his willing sacrifice of time, because, in view of the interval since
the last confirmation and of the long sojourn in Wales before us, we
should otherwise have suffered a kind of mitigated excommunication.
June 29th and 30th were the days of the "Old Boys' Match," the annual
reunion of the Past and Present School. There seemed no reason why
absence from our native soil should sever our ties with the Past. Quite
the contrary. _Ubi Caesar ibi patria_, thought our Old Boys, who,
indeed, never before felt so glad to claim their heritage in the fortunes
of Uppingham. The game, which was like other games of cricket, and need
not be described, was played on the Gogerddan field, where the
Headmaster, in lieu of his customary supper, not practicable at Borth,
gave a luncheon each day. On the first day, as the company rose from
table, a signal was given to the school to draw up to the tent, outside
which the guests were standing. They formed a kind of hollow square to
see what would happen, and an old Uppinghamian (Mr.
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