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. GOLF-AND STUART DONALDSON 199<br />

in him, as Kinglake said of Keate, there was the pluck of<br />

ten battalions. . •<br />

Two other humorous pictures are in my mind, drawn<br />

from the lovely Cromer links and connected with my dear<br />

old friend Stuart Donaldson. It was on a fine still day<br />

in August, rather a rare kind of day for that month, that<br />

I was playing a round, and knew that at the same time<br />

Donaldson was playing against Metealf, the much respected<br />

Vicar of St. Pancras, and formerly of the Eton Mission<br />

at Hackney Wick. Neither of these admirable men<br />

would have protested if their golf had been described<br />

then and always as extremely uncertain. Their handicaps<br />

now would be about thirty. Standing on the shelftee,<br />

then the eighth tee, I was enjoying the sunlight and<br />

the very unusual quiet of the landscape, when suddenly<br />

from the pen in the valley below a robust tenor voice<br />

like a Tyrrhenian trumpet was heard proclaiming," Why,<br />

Metcalf, you are the first man I have beaten for two and<br />

a half years," The whole of Cromer and all the visitors<br />

on the links were given the benefit of this information.<br />

But the perfect tranquillity with which the somewhat<br />

derogatory disclosure was received by Metealf was a lesson<br />

to aU golfers ; though I will say very few men, golfers or<br />

not, would have taken offence at anything Stuart Donaldson<br />

said.<br />

. Some years later I was walking over the links with<br />

the present Bishop of Manchester, by the cliff edge, and<br />

near Target Hill saw about twenty yards away a bulkily<br />

built, grey-clad player bending over a golf ball, and while<br />

grasping the club with the left hand, shaking his fist at<br />

the i'ncrt sphere and apparently uttering what the Latin<br />

poets would describe as " things fit to be uttered and<br />

things not," especially the latter. After about a minute<br />

be looked up, and " Donald's " beaming face met our gaze,<br />

and in an instant, with all his habitual and delicious cordiality,<br />

he hastened up the slope to greet us.. Of course<br />

there was barely time to crack a joke, as other players were<br />

coming along ; so Stuart hurried back to his ball, and the<br />

1" ..

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