Men and Manners

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to _ find out otherwise, to the agony of his family. I must be the only person alive who spoke to him on the day in Connaught Square when he awarded me a half sovereign as my godfather. Later we moved near Banstead, where he had begun to train horses unex- pectedly. No one knew what he would possibly do next. It was incredible that while waiting for the Exchequer to return into his hand he should go lion-hunting in South Africa, as well as gold-searching to the amazement of the Graphic Magazine. Cecil Rhodes and he were both staking out the world and they judged each other. The only man who survived till our day who had met them both in South Africa was the late Lord Winchester, but I knew him only because he suc- ceeded in coming within a few weeks of his hundredth birthday. He de- scribed Lord Randolph fearlessly penetrating the veldt in a vehicle called a “spider.” He carried a supply of champagne and French novels, but – the best of rifles. It was a strange figure to meet before the Boer War— before the genesis of Rhodesia—be- fore Winston ever dreamed of ad- ventures in the Cape himself. W E BOYS all aimed at adventures. My most memorable was being driven > in a Tilbury through Hyde Park by Sir George Wombwell, who had ac- tually ridden in the Charge of the ~ Light Brigade. Our sexton had re- — turned from the Crimea without feet; in fact, half the warriors sitting in fashionable squares in London were thus arrayed. But for us wars were still far away. We played in the “den” in the countryside where Winston believed we would one day meet the enemies of England. Our only chance then was to reach Cuba and Spanish troops—and Winston eventually got As fat The two Jerome grandparents had become rather bewildered over their financial affairs. Both were dying in Brighton, or Tunbridge Wells, having

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About the Author

Sir Shane Leslie

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to _ find out otherwise, to the agony of his family. I must be the only person alive who spoke to him on the day in Connaught Square when he awarded me a half sovereign as my godfather. Later we moved near Banstead, where he had begun to train horses unex- pectedly. No one knew what he would possibly do next. It was incredible that while waiting for the Exchequer to return into his hand he should go lion-hunting in South Africa, as well as gold-searching to the amazement of the Graphic Magazine. Cecil Rhodes and he were both staking out the world and they judged each other. The only man who survived till our day who had met them both in South Africa was the late Lord Winchester, but I knew him only because he suc- ceeded in coming within a few weeks of his hundredth birthday. He de- scribed Lord Randolph fearlessly penetrating the veldt in a vehicle called a “spider.” He carried a supply of champagne and French novels, but – the best of rifles. It was a strange figure to meet before the Boer War— before the genesis of Rhodesia—be- fore Winston ever dreamed of ad- ventures in the Cape himself. W E BOYS all aimed at adventures. My most memorable was being driven > in a Tilbury through Hyde Park by Sir George Wombwell, who had ac- tually ridden in the Charge of the ~ Light Brigade. Our sexton had re- — turned from the Crimea without feet; in fact, half the warriors sitting in fashionable squares in London were thus arrayed. But for us wars were still far away. We played in the “den” in the countryside where Winston believed we would one day meet the enemies of England. Our only chance then was to reach Cuba and Spanish troops—and Winston eventually got As fat The two Jerome grandparents had become rather bewildered over their financial affairs. Both were dying in Brighton, or Tunbridge Wells, having