Cambridge and its history : with sixteen illustrations in colour by Maxwell Armfield, and sixteen other illustrations . d formed alittle circle of their own which got to be known as the quadruple alliance. Ashton went to Kings in1734 and Walpole followed him thither in the nextyear. West—the only man who quite succeeded inthawing Grays constitutional chillness — went toChrist Church, Oxford. Almost the only touch ofpersonal feeling in Grays poetry is contained in hissonnet on Wests death in 1742. In his own college he seems to have made no friends,and for companionship he went to the college o
Cambridge and its history : with sixteen illustrations in colour by Maxwell Armfield, and sixteen other illustrations . d formed alittle circle of their own which got to be known as the quadruple alliance. Ashton went to Kings in1734 and Walpole followed him thither in the nextyear. West—the only man who quite succeeded inthawing Grays constitutional chillness — went toChrist Church, Oxford. Almost the only touch ofpersonal feeling in Grays poetry is contained in hissonnet on Wests death in 1742. In his own college he seems to have made no friends,and for companionship he went to the college on theother side of the street. So much did he identifyhimself with Pembroke that he dates his letters fromthat college, and to him over the way is, oddly,not Pembroke but Peterhouse. In his correspondencewith West he makes no mention of his tutor (the re-verend George Birkett) or his lecturers, and it may beconjectured that they were sagacious enough to leaveso clever a pupil pretty much to his own devices in thematter of study—the more so as he soon ceased toread for a degree. With his Eton friends, Walpole. THE TIMES OF GRAY 257 and Ashton, he kept up the old intimacy and oftendrank tea with the former—which in those crapulousdays was a singularity. In respect of tuition, Walpole was as badly servedat Kings as Gray at Peterhouse. Both had the mostcordial detestation of the two principal ingredients inthe Cambridge degree studies—logic and professes that he was incapable of getting byheart even the multiplication table, as blind professorSaunderson honestly told me, when I went to hislectures. After the first fortnight he said to me, Young man, it would be cheating you to take yourmoney; for you can never learn what I am trying toteach you. I was exceedingly mortified, and cried;for, being a prime ministers son, I had firmly believedall the flattery with which I had been assured thatmy parts were capable of anything. I paid a privateinstructor for
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