to cherish, and do cherish, the heritage that has been handed down to us by the climbers of the fifties and sixties in the records, traditions and literature of the Alpine Club." These are words of wisdom, and are good to meditate upon.
Mr. Clinton Dent, replying to the same toast, traced the history of the Club from its first home in Hinchliff's chambers in Stone Buildings, Lincoln's Inn, to its present comfortable and suitable quarters at 23 Savile Row. He said: "The club has often changed its home; it has never, thank Heaven! changed its character. (Hear, hear). From our rooms and from our present habitation we may have to pass elsewhere. Much water has flowed under the bridges since the days of our first President, John Ball, and much has been done since Wills ascended the Wetterhorn and crossed the Fenêtre de Saleinaz; since Llewelyn Davies—happily with us tonight—(Hear, hear) made his famous ascent of the Dom or joined with his old friend Vaughan Hawkins in an expedition on the west side of Mont Blanc and the Col de Miage. The members have gone farther and higher since then. They have found the right way up peaks in the Andes, in the Himalaya, in the Caucasus, in the Rockies; while in the English Lake District and Scotland they have found the wrong way up nearly every conceivable ascent. (Laughter). The club has expanded, developed and increased its membership. But, notwithstanding all this, the essential old bond of union—the love of the mountains—remains as it always has been, and the club has been constantly true to its traditions on the lines which you, the founders, laid down, and which you, the early members, so successfully developed. (Hear, hear). It has been said often that it is with a feeling of regret that one finds one's mountaineering is coming to an end. I cannot quite myself take that view, for it is not till towards the time when we are approaching
