Transcribed from the 1878 Macmillan and Co. edition by David Price, email ccx074@coventry.ac.uk UPPINGHAM BY THE SEA. A Narrative of the Year at Borth. BY J. H. S. [Greek text]. London: MACMILLAN AND CO. 1878. [_All Rights reserved_.] CHARLES DICKENS AND EVANS, CRYSTAL PALACE PRESS. EDUARDO THRING, _SCHOLAE UPPINGHAMIENSIS CONDITORI ALTERI_, _OB CIVES SERVATOS_: ET MAGISTRIS ADJUTORIBUS, QUI, SALUTE COMMUNI IN ULTIMUM ADDUCTA DISCRIMEN, DE RE PUBLICA NON DESPERAVERUNT. PREFACE. In the spring of 1876 and of 1877, letters under the heading "Uppingham by the Sea" were published in _The Times_ newspaper, and were read with interest by friends of the school. We have thought the following narrative would be best introduced to those readers under a name already pleasantly familiar to them, and have borrowed, with the writer's permission, the title of his sketches for our own more detailed account of the same events. The readers whom we have in view will demand no apology for the attempt to supply a circumstantial record of so memorable an episode in the school's history. It deserves indeed an abler historian; but one qualification at any rate may be claimed by the present writer: an eye- witness from first to last, but a minor actor only in the scenes he chronicles, he enjoyed good opportunities of watching the play, and risks no personal modesty in relating what he saw. The best purpose of the narrative will have been served if any Uppingham boy, as he reads these pages, finds in them a new reason for loyalty to the society whose name he bears. JUNE 27TH, 1878, FOUNDER'S DAY. CHAPTER I.--EXILES, OLD AND NEW. "_O what have we ta'en_?" _said the fisher-prince_, "_What have we ta'en this morning's tide_? _Get thee down to the wave_, _my carl_, _And row me the net to the meadow's-side_." _In he waded, the fisher-carl_, _And_ "_Here_," _quoth he_, "_is a wondrous thing_! _A cradle_, _prince_, _and a fair man-child_, _Goodly to see as the son of a king_!" _The fisher-prince he caught the word_, _And_ "_Hail_," _he cried_, "_to the king to be_! _Stranger he comes from the storm and the night_; _But his fame shall wax, and his name be bright_, _While the hills look down on the Cymry sea_." FINDING OF TALIESIN.