[Footnote 5:  The order of proceedings was subsequently inverted.]

[Footnote 6:  The Newcomers:  “Founder’s Day at Gray Friars.”  On one of the last Founder’s Days of his life Thackeray came with a friend early in the day, and scattered half sovereigns to the little gown-boys in “Gown-boys’ Hall.”]

[Footnote 7:  Heriot’s Hospital at Edinburgh.]

[Footnote 8:  Simon Baxter was his only sister’s son.  Sutton had left him an estate which in 1615 he sold to the ancestor of the present earl of Sefton for fifteen thousand pounds—­equal to about seventy-five thousand pounds now—­and a legacy of three hundred pounds.]

[Footnote 9:  This was a post which Thackeray coveted, and had he lived might possibly have filled.  The master’s lodge, a spacious antique residence, lined with portraits of governors in their robes of estate, by Lely, Kneller, etc., would in his hands have become a resort of rare interest and hospitality.]

[Footnote 10:  In what is known as “The Charter-House Play,” which describes some boyish orgies and their subsequent punishment, the latter is described in the pathetic lines: 

  Now the victim low is bending,
  Now the fearful rod descending,
  Hark a blow!  Again, again
  Sounds the instrument of pain.

  Goddess of mercy! oh impart
  Thy kindness to the doctor’s heart: 
  Bid him words of pardon say—­
  Cast the blood-stained scourge away.

  In vain, in vain! he will not hear: 
  Mercy is a stranger there. 
  Justice, unrelenting dame,
  First asserts her lawful claim.

  This is aye her maxim true: 
  “They who sin must suffer too.” 
  When of fun we’ve had our fill,
  Justice then sends in her bill,
  And as soon as we have read it,
  Pay we must:  she gives no credit.

There is some rather fine doggerel too, in which the doctor—­the Dr. Portman Pendennis—­apostrophizes a monitor in whom he had believed, but finds to have been as bad as the rest. The Doctor (with voice indicative of tears and indignation): 

  Oh, Simon Steady!  Simon Steady, oh! 
  What would your father say to see you so?—­
  You whom I always trusted, whom I deemed
  As really good and honest as you seemed.

  Are you the leader of this lawless throng,
  The chief of all that’s dissolute and wrong?

Then with awful emphasis: 

  Bad is the drunkard, shameless is the youth
  Who dares desert the sacred paths of truth;
  But he who hides himself ’neath Virtue’s pall,
  The painted hypocrite, is worse than all!

In acting this play the manner of the real doctor (Mr. Gladstone’s old tutor, now dean of Peterborough) was often imitated to the life, which of course brought down the house.]

[Footnote 11:  In his curious London and the Country, Carbonadoed and Quartered into severall Characters (1632), Lupton writes under the head of