acter of our great men, I must hand him down to posterity in as strong colors as my feeble pencil is capable of touching. He is about four feet six inches in height, of shoulders somewhat though not disagreeably broad, hair inclined to grey, good complexion, a little bronzed by exposure to the sun, skin in some parts of his face wrinkled and rugged, in others. as smooth as marble. He generally dresses in Oxford mixed pantaloons, and a brown surtout. His voice is flexible, and he speaks in an earnest, eager, and insinuating style. His pace is very rapid, though his gait is not so bad as it might He is a foreigner, as may be discovered by a pleasant peculiarity in his accent. He has always been of a literary turn, and haunted places of public education; for before coming to this country, he had been engaged in a traffic similar to that he now carries on, with the students of the Dublin University. Your Honor has for the last year or two been very much persecuted and several times driven from the college buildings, by the voice of authority. But he says that he has an affection for the students, and accordingly bears up under his distresses with all the perseverance of a martyr. We have no doubt but that when he dies his spirit will perform the same regular journeys from Boston to the Colleges, that it has been so long accustomed to in life. I have a great mind to write an anticipating epitaph; but I will refrain, for I might be led to assassinate him, for the sake of seeing it look pretty upon his tombstone. 17th. Sent home Miss Laurent's Album with an apology for not writing in it. Told her positively that owing to the neglect of my early education I was unable to transcribe a single sentence, being always obliged to employ an amanuensis. She was very sorry, and said it must be very inconvenient and unusual for a gentleman not to be able to write. Assured her that it was more common than it is generally supposed to be. 18th. Lounged about in the Athenæum Gallery, and felt miserably; for I saw LA-TOUCHE taking notes. Met a cravat, a bonnet, a pair of whiskers, and a great many fools. Fell in with a college friend who accused me of lying in wait to find matter for an article. Was on the point of resenting the insult, when, on raising my eyes, they encounteredwhat is it to you whom? 19th. What with themes, forensics, letters, memoranda, notes on lectures, verses, and articles, I find myself considerably hurried. When it comes to composing in a room with six visiters, two of whom own dogs, and all of whom are very sociable and talkative, there are few things more disagreeable. I always like to be alone when I have pen or pencil in my fingers. Talking of writing, it is said that Schiller composed with his feet in ice, Hoffman on inspiration picked up in an ale-house, Alfieri on the back of a wild horse, and Anacreon doubtless on the top of an empty cask. 20th. Undertook to make a few visits. Of some dozen people I called upon, ten were out and two were stupid; so I made the best of my way back again. AIRY is walking about very much agitated, being probably in a poetical frenzy. I may possibly have mistaken a vulgar agitation for the dreaming inspiration. Poor fellow! He came near breaking his neck the other evening, in a search after practical poetry. 21st. LA-TOUCHE called on me. He was very rough, and insisted upon a little sparring; the consequence of which was that we were mutually very much bruised. It will be necessary for me to take some lessons in self-defence, or cut his society. 22d. Suffering from the effects of my contest, when the Editor calls upon me for copy. He tells me that LA-TOUCHE had been very active for the last two or three hours. It certainly takes a great deal of animal excitement to rouse his intellect. Not that he is naturally sluggish, but there is a strange propensity about him to riot in indefinite and vague aginations, without deigning to condescend to the industry of chirography, or the vulgarity of pen and paper. 24th. Indefinitely stupid. Effected in the course of the day a small walk of some three or four miles. It is not quite so cold as it has been, though a fire is remarkably comfortable even yet. 25th. It is astonishing what people one will sometimes meet with! Perfectly astonishing! NOTES AND NOTICES. No. V. CLUB ROOM-Editors discovered in classic attitudes-green table in the centre-wicker basket gaping ominously-back numbers of the Collegian, scraps of paper, parings of pens, proof-sheets and inkstands lying about in Editorial confusion. EDITOR. Welcome, brothers! one and all How awkwardly I wooed the muse,- And sorrowed at your cruel joke! Weighed down with ink, and with vexation, A joke indeed! To make me brood, And pining here in solitude, Alone, unknown, unnoticed be, And while you frisked away the night, is light, And therefore my revenge No member, when he speaks, enclose But with his digits beat the time, And yoke his lines with jingling rhyme! (LOCKFAST gives a guttural-TEMPLETON sighs plaintively-SHERRY rolls his eye-AIRY rubs his hands-GEOFFREY strokes his legsHock starts from his seat.) Носк. SHERRY. AIRY. GEOFFREY. SHERRY. AIRY. CHORUS. I love a rhyme! Its cadence sweet! The melting chime of flowing feet! I love the sounds of measured lines,- Supplants the use of Cupid's dart, You'll gain a fickle maiden's heart. Of which I hope you 'll all partake. (LA-TOUCHE and LOCKFAST grunt in approbation.) And while our time and lamps are wasting, Let us employ their rapid flight, To do the business of the night. AIRY. EDITOR. TEMPLETON. Readers cannot read for roaring,— I have at home some inspirations, With sorrow at our lack of College lore; (exit.) This a letter from some pretty maiden, Laments an old subscriber, Thomas Tummer, |