prince, who lived at Camden House, they were somewhat of a terror to the people of Kensington, as, "presuming on being soldiers, they were very rude and challenged men in the streets, which caused complaints." This tutor of his, Jenkin Lewis, who entered thoroughly into the spirit of the little Duke, gives a delightful account of a visit paid to him by his uncle, the grave William III., who appears to have been very fond of him. Altogether the Duke must have been a charming little boy, plucky, generous, and remarkably bright. If he fell down and hurt himself, he would say, "A bullet in the war had grazed me," and though, to please the queen, he learnt dancing from an old Frenchman, he confided to his tutor that the only thing he loved in that way was the English march to a drum. Greatly to his joy the king decided to make him a Knight of the Garter when he was only six years old, and to add to the honour William tied on the Garter himself. "Now," said the boy proudly, "if I fight any more battles I shall give harder blows than ever." He was as quick and interested at his lessons as he was at soldiering, and we bear of his making amazing progress under the Bishop of Marlborough in the history of the Bible, geography, constitutional history, and many other subjects, while his tutor had taught him "the terms of fortification and navigation, the different parts of a ship of war, and stories about Cæsar, Alexander, Pompey, Hannibal, and Scipio. It was his tutor who put into verse, and persuaded Mr. Church, one of the gentlemen of Westminster Abbey, to set to music, the Duke’s words of command to his boys, which ran thus:— "Hark, hark! the hostile drum alarms, Let ours too beat, and call to arms; Prepare, my boys, to meet the foe, Let every breast with valour glow. Soon conquest shall our arms decide, And Britain’s sons in triumph ride. In order charge your daring band, Attentive to your chief’s command. Discharge your volleys, fire away; They yield, my lads, we gain the day. March on, pursue to yonder town; No ambush fear, the day’s our own. Yet from your hearts let mercy flow, And nobly spare the captive foe!" When in 1696 a plot formed against William III. was discovered, the Duke determined not to be behind the Houses of Parliament, who offered their loyal addresses to the king, so he drew up a little address of his own in these words, which was signed by himself and all his boys: "We, your Majesty’s faithful subjects, will stand by you as long as we have a drop of blood."