PREFACE. 
XIII 
6.  The “ Badgers’ Meeting ”.  Every Monday night 
the school was ranged round the back of the big school-
room, and the scourings of Barnswell (Cambridge’s slum) 
let in, fed, preached to, and dismissed. 
Result, epidemics of ring worm, measles, and mumps. 
Oh no !  not a result ;  the Lord’s hand was heavy upon 
us because of some undiscovered sin. 
I might go on for a long while, but I will not.  I hope 
there are some people in the world happy enough to think 
that I am lying, or at least exaggerating.  But I pledge my 
word to the literal truth of all I have said, and there are 
plenty of witnesses alive to confirm me, or to refute me. 
I have given throughout the actual names, addresses and 
other details. 
 
 
ADOLESCENCE 
 
 
Too ill with albuminuria brought on by the savage treat-
ment of Champney to do any regular work, I was sent away 
with various tutors, mostly young men from Cambridge, 
members of the unspeakable C. I. C. C. U. 
I remember in my first term at Cambridge how I was 
in the rooms of a leading light of the C. I. C. C. U., the 
Revd. Something Doddridge, my Uncle Tom’s trusted 
henchman. 
I remember how eloquently he held forth on the cou-
rage to stop any “ impure conversation.”  I remember how 
impressed we were ;  how a gentleman with an “ honou-