lliards; but he was so long in making
his stroke, that no boy could bear to play with him: when the game,
therefore, went against him, like Fabius-_Cunctando restituit rem_; and
they gave it up rather than beat him.

Hulse. Amongst the best tennis-players that Eton ever sent up to
Windsor, where he always was. As a poet he distinguished himself
greatly, by winning one of the medals given by Sir John Dalrymple. His
~82~~ exercise on this occasion was the subject of much praise to Doctor
Forster, then master, and of much envy to his contemporaries in the
sixth form, who said it was given to him because he was head boy.

These were his arts; besides which he had as many tricks as any boy ever
had. He had nothing when praepositer, and of course ruling under boys, of
dignity about him, or of what might enforce his authority. When he ought
to have been angry, some monkey trick always came across him, and he
would make a serious complaint against a little boy, in a hop, step, and
a jump.

Montague. Having a great predecessor before him under the appellation of
"_Mad Montague_" had always a consolatory comparison in this way in his
favor. In truth, at times he wanted it, for he was what has been termed
a genius: but he was likewise so in talent. He was an admirable poet,
and had a neatness of expression seldom discoverable at such early
years. In proof, may be brought a line from a Latin poem on Cricket:

"_Clavigeri fallit verbera--virga cadit_."

And another on scraping a man down at the _Robin Hood_:

"_Radit arenosam pes inimicus humum_."

The scratching of the foot on the sandy floor is admirable.

During a vacation, Lord Sandwich took him to Holland; and he sported on
his return a Dutch-built coat for many weeks. The boys used to call him
_Mynheer Montague_; but his common habit of oddity soon got the better
of his coat.

He rose to be a young man of great promise, as to abilities; and died
too immaturely for his fame.

Tickell, the elder. _Manu magis quam capite_ should have been his motto.
By natural instinct he loved ~83~~ fighting, and knew not what fear
was. He went amongst his school-fellows by the name of Hannibal, and Old
Tough. A brother school-fellow of his, no less a man than the Marquis of
Buckingham, met, and recognised him again in Ireland, and with the most
marked solicitude of friendship, did every thing but assist him, in
obtaining a troop of dragoons, which he had much at heart.

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