and a small theatre for them to act in.  He wrote all the plays himself the most popular being “The Tragedy of King John”—­and he was very clever at manipulating the innumerable strings by which the movements of his puppets were regulated.  One winter, when the snow lay thick upon the lawn, he traced upon it a maze of such hopeless intricacy as almost to put its famous rival at Hampton Court in the shade.

[Illustration:  Toy Station in garden at Croft.]

When he was twelve years old his father sent him to school at Richmond, under Mr. Tate, a worthy son of that well-known Dr. Tate who had made Richmond School so famous.

I am able to give his earliest impressions of school-life in his own words, for one of his first letters home has been fortunately preserved.  It is dated August 5th, and is addressed to his two eldest sisters.  A boy who has ten brothers and sisters can scarcely be expected to write separate letters to each of them.

My dear Fanny and Memy,—­I hope you are all getting on well, as also the sweet twins, the boys I think that I like the best, are Harry Austin, and all the Tates of which there are 7 besides a little girl who came down to dinner the first day, but not since, and I also like Edmund Tremlet, and William and Edward Swire, Tremlet is a sharp little fellow about 7 years old, the youngest in the school, I also like Kemp and Mawley.  The rest of the boys that I know are Bertram, Harry and Dick Wilson, and two Robinsons, I will tell you all about them when I return.  The boys have played two tricks upon me which were these—­they first proposed to play at “King of the Cobblers” and asked if I would be king, to which I agreed.  Then they made me sit down and sat (on the ground) in a circle round me, and told me to say “Go to work” which I said, and they immediately began kicking me and knocking me on all sides.  The next game they proposed was “Peter, the red lion,” and they made a mark on a tombstone (for we were playing in the churchyard) and one of the boys walked with his eyes shut, holding out his finger, trying to touch the mark; then a little boy came forward to lead the rest and led a good many very near the mark; at last it was my turn; they told me to shut my eyes well, and the next minute I had my finger in the mouth of one of the boys, who had stood (I believe) before the tombstone with his mouth open.  For 2 nights I slept alone, and for the rest of the time with Ned Swire.  The boys play me no tricks now.  The only fault (tell Mama) that there has been was coming in one day to dinner just after grace.  On Sunday we went to church in the morning, and sat in a large pew with Mr. Fielding, the church we went to is close by Mr. Tate’s house, we did not go in the afternoon but Mr. Tate read a discourse to the boys on the 5th commandment.  We went to church again in the evening.  Papa wished me to tell him all the texts I had heard preached upon, please to tell him that I could not hear