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up Headington Hill, or the gallop with Mr. Murrell's harriers, or the quick scull to Iffley, or the more perilous sailing in a boat (no wonder that Isis claims her annual victims), or the gig to Blenheim or Newton-Courtnay,--or that only once alarming experience of a tandem when the leader turned round and looked at me in its nostalgic longing to return home,--or the geological ramble with Dr. Buckland's class,--or the botanic searchings for wild rarities with some naturalist pundit whose name I have forgotten; and so forth. In matters theological, I was strongly opposed to the Tractarians, especially denouncing Newman and Pusey for their dishonest
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and Number Ninety: and I favoured with my approval (_valeat quantum_) Dr. Hampden. I attended Dr. Kidd's anatomical lectures, and dabbled with some chemical experiments--which when Knighton and I repeated at his father's house, 9 Hanover Square, the baronet in future blew us up to the astonishment of the baronet _in præsenti_, his famous father. Also, I was a diligent student in the Algebraic class of Dr. Short, afterwards the good Bishop of St. Asaph; and I have before me now a _memoria technica_ of mine in rhyme giving the nine chief rules of trigonometry, but not easily producible here as full of
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At least I have proved that nothing is worse Than Trigonometrical Problems in verse: