He was a Wykehamist, and is referred to in a letter by Wordsworth to Dyce in 1833.
Every Wykehamist remembers the ancient and picturesque mills of Winchester, with the mill-stream bridged by the main street.
"The second-year men don't like it," agreed the long-legged Wykehamist with a wise air.
One day when we were playing Winchester—you're not a Wykehamist, are you?
Michael perceived with pleasure and faint relief that he seemed to be amusing his neighbor, a Wykehamist called Castleton.
