TH El R 
 OXFORD YEAR 
 
 OONA H. BALL 
 
THEIR OXFORD YEAR 
 
TOM TOWER 
 
THEIR OXFORD YEAR 
 
 BY 
 
 OONA H. BALL 
 
 AUTHOR OF ' BARBARA GOES TO OXFORD ' 
 
 WITH SIXTEEN ILLUSTRATIONS 
 
 METHUEN & CO. 
 
 36 ESSEX STREET W. C. 
 
 LONDON 
 

 
 
 First Published in 1909 
 
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CONTENTS 
 
 PROLOGUE . 
 MICHAELMAS TERM 
 HILARY TERM 
 THE SUMMER TERM 
 COMMEMORATION 
 
 PAGE 
 
 I 
 
 9 
 
 93 
 217 
 
 287 
 
 LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS 
 
 TOM TOWER ...... Frontispit 
 
 (From a Photograph by Mr. H. Wheeler, Oxford) 
 
 THE GOLDEN CROSS . . . facing page 
 
 (From a Photograph by Mr. Court Cole, Oxford) 
 
 HOLYFIELDS COURT . . . . ,, 
 
 (From a Photograph by Mr. Court Cole, Oxford). 
 
 THE STEPS OF THE CAMERA . . . 
 
 (From a Photograph by Mr. Court Cole, Oxford) 
 
 CHRIST CHURCH FROM THE MEADOWS . 
 (From a Photograph by Mr. H. Wheeler, Oxford) 
 vi 
 
LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS vii 
 
 A VIEW FROM ALL SOULS . . facing page 80 
 
 (From a Photograph by Mr. H. Wheeler, Oxford) 
 
 MAGDALEN TOWER . . . . 123 
 
 (From a Photograph by Mr. H. Wheeler, Oxford] 
 
 A BACKWATER ON THE LOWER RIVER . 152 
 (From a Photograph by Mr. Court Cole, Oxford) 
 
 OXFORD IN THE FLOODS . . 171 
 
 (From a Photograph by Mr. Court Cole, Oxford) 
 
 OXFORD FROM THE NORTH . 220 
 
 (From a Photograph by Mr. H. Wheeler, Oxford) 
 
 OXFORD IN THE SNOW . . . . ,, 226 
 
 (From a Photograph by Mr. H. Wheeler, Oxford) 
 
 FROM MERTON TOWER . . . . 252 
 
 (From a Photograph by Mr. H. Wheeler, Oxford) 
 
 MARKET CARTS ,,269 
 
 (From a Photograph by Mr. Court Cole, Oxford) 
 
 THE CASTLE FROM ABBEY PLACE . . 270 
 
 (From a Photograph by Mr. Court Cole, Oxford) 
 
 THE ENCAENIA PROCESSION . . 304 
 
 (From a Photograph by Messrs. W. Taunt <5r Co. , 
 Oxford) 
 
 GODSTOW ,,305 
 
 (From a Photograph by Mr. H. Wheeler, Oxford) 
 
Once, my dear but the world was young then 
 
 Magdalen elms and Trinity limes 
 Lissom the oars and backs that swung then, 
 
 Eight good men in the good old times 
 Careless we, and the chorus flung then, 
 
 Under St. Mary's chimes ! 
 
 Q., 'Alma Mater,' 
 in the Oxford Magazine, Nov. n, 1896. 
 
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PROLOGUE 
 
Concerning the History itself, I can advise little more, but 
 that I undertook it at first for my own Pleasure, the Subject oj 
 it being so pleasant and of so great Variety. Which though 
 sufficient to justifie my Choice of this Subject, yet I ventured 
 not upon it without the joint Approbation of the most Knowing 
 in these matters. For such things as are inseparable from 
 their places, they remain to be seen as in the History directed, 
 there being nothing here mentioned but what either the Author 
 has seen for himself, or has received unquestionable Testimony 
 for it, which, for the most part, if not always, the Reader will 
 find cited. 
 
 ROBERT PLOT, LL.D. 1705. 
 
MRS. JOHN GOODENOUGH WRITES TO 
 HER GRANDFATHER 
 
 THE GOLDEN CROSS, OXFORD, 
 MICHAELMAS DAY, 1907 
 
 WE are really here. Is it not wonder- 
 ful ? Surely it is very wonderful 
 that I should be writing a birthday letter to 
 you from the place where, and on the very 
 day that you were born one hundred years 
 ago. How often, dear Grandfather, have 
 you not told me the tale: that your poor 
 Mother was journeying up to London, that 
 she was taken ill upon the road at Oxford : 
 there was no room for her at the Angel or 
 the Star, and so you first saw the light at 
 this very Inn from which I date my letter 
 to you. 
 
 How much more real and moving all this 
 seems to me now that I see the places with 
 my own eyes. 
 
 I please myself by fancying that we occupy 
 the very room which witnessed your birth. 
 
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 I astonish the kind people of the Hotel by 
 the eager interest that I take in every detail 
 of its history. 
 
 Did you, yourself, know that there is even 
 an historical parallel for you? That John 
 Underhill, afterwards Bishop of Oxford, was 
 born here about fifteen hundred and twenty- 
 five? This, adds my informant, was the 
 earliest mention of the house as the Cross 
 Inn. I can understand so much better now 
 why, when you set up your homestead 
 on the Island, you named it ' The Golden 
 Cross ' in memory of your birthplace. I 
 determined that, on your hundredth birth- 
 day I, too, would celebrate the day in, and 
 write to you from, the Golden Cross. Is not 
 your Bridget a woman of her word? 
 
 People here seem to find it very surprising 
 that my Grandfather should be a hundred 
 and yet hale and hearty, but I tell them 
 that we are not surprised at all, we whose 
 summer home is on the Island. And when 
 I write of the dear Island, I must say to you 
 that there is hardly any one in England, 
 that I have met, who knows just where it is 
 likely to be. Your Winter home is equally 
 unknown to them. Of Montreal and Quebec 
 and Toronto they have heard : Saskatchewan 
 and the North-West are not wholly unknown 
 
PROLOGUE 5' 
 
 of them, but of the Eastern Townships they 
 have never heard, the Valley of St. Francis 
 is an unknown land to them, and their ideas 
 about our lakes and their islands are most 
 vague and peculiar. 
 
 You have always told me to fill my letters 
 to you full of facts. As this is a fact I set it 
 down here for you. 
 
 How I can hear your dear voice saying, 
 ' Facts please, Bridget, not raptures ; I can 
 always fill in the raptures for myself, but a 
 lost fact is irreplaceable/ 
 
 So facts you shall have from me; and I 
 will carry out, as far as possible, the task 
 that you have set me. I will paint Oxford 
 for you as it is now, so that you may see it 
 before you and note the difference that there 
 is between Oxford of to-day and Oxford as 
 it was when you came up to it in the twenties. 
 
 You shall have the clearest picture that I 
 can give you of what the place is like now. 
 As far as I am privileged to see into it I will 
 bring it before you and will sketch for you 
 the people that live in it. 
 
 I ought to have great opportunities for 
 doing this, for here am I so fortunate as to 
 be married to John just as he was entitled 
 to start on his Sabbatical Year, and here is 
 he back in Oxford among all his old friends 
 
6 THEIR OXFORD YEAR 
 
 and surroundings, able and willing to be 
 Guide as well as Husband, and to introduce 
 me to the people as well as to the place. 
 
 We are, we hope, to be here for a year 
 that is, for an Academic Year therefore I 
 propose to be very methodical: how often 
 have you not tried to inculcate method in 
 me! First I will send you this, as a slight 
 preparation for the feast which is to follow, 
 then you shall have my impressions and ex- 
 periences of each term as it passes. Also I 
 will get pictures for you so that you may 
 see for yourself how much and how little 
 the place has changed since your time. 
 
 Already I have seen some characteristically 
 Oxford sights. Candidates for Responsions 
 came up a week ago, and I watched them 
 trooping to the Schools to be examined; 
 they wore dark clothes and white ties, and 
 they looked most wonderfully young and 
 very solemn. 
 
 Every impression of this kind I intend to 
 record for you, so that you may see Oxford 
 as I am seeing it. I shall be able, I hope, 
 to watch it all through the pageant of the 
 seasons, and to note as they pass the special 
 beauties of each one of them. Just now 
 some of the newer buildings are veiled in 
 creepers; every now and again all the values 
 
PROLOGUE 7 
 
 of some old grey wall are heightened by 
 splashes of scarlet and crimson and gold. 
 
 I shall always try to write every day in 
 one of the three green diary books that you 
 gave me at parting. I shall label each one 
 1 Facts for a Grandfather/ Now and again 
 I shall note something in the little red book 
 with the lock, that you bought for me when 
 you last went to Richmond. This book I 
 call ' Thoughts that arise out of the Events 
 of the Day/ but John has christened it 
 ' Sayings from the Unpublished Works of 
 Solomon/ 
 
 I can only give you everything as it appears 
 to me and as I have opportunity. I can't, 
 of course, present you with a kaleidoscopic 
 picture of Oxford life. I shall not give you 
 a slavish account of all our proceedings here: 
 I shall merely pluck for you the finer flowers 
 of our existence. I shall offer to you all the 
 interesting bits of experience that come in 
 our way ; you must group and arrange them 
 and compare my crude impressions with all 
 that you remember of bygone days in Oxford. 
 
 When we return I will come hurrying to 
 see you, and we will sit before the fire and 
 sort and arrange it all afresh. 
 
 Then I must surely read a little. You 
 would not like me to leave my mind a perfect 
 
8 THEIR OXFORD YEAR 
 
 blank, and here, with no house or farm duties 
 to attend to, I shall have all day to read in. 
 
 John has promised to ' plant me out in the 
 Camera/ I have yet to learn exactly what 
 he means by that expression. John says 
 that it is just as important to have an object 
 to read for as it is to have one to live for. 
 He makes the bright suggestion that I should 
 read round the periods when you were here, 
 turning my attention to all that I can find 
 which bears on Oxford in 1807 and 1823 and 
 thereabouts. Every now and again, John 
 says, I can flutter back a hundred years or 
 so ' just as a relief to so much periodicity/ 
 
 Thus, says John, I shall keep myself out of 
 mischief: possibly I may pick up some useful 
 knowledge : in any case I shall hope to 
 amuse you. Ever, dear Grandfather, 
 
 Your 
 
 BRIDGET 
 
MICHAELMAS TERM 
 
'Tis Term again once more the studious boy 
 Salutes his Dean with simulated joy : 
 Th' aspiring Fresher, with impartial view, 
 Reveres the Don, the Porter, and the Blue ; 
 While Senior men to some admiring throng- 
 Recount th' achievements of the recent Long, 
 And rusty students late from books remote 
 Read the dark text and scan the obscurer note. 
 Golfers resume their caddies and their clubs, 
 Greats men their Plato, History men their Stubbs ; 
 Perspiring oarsmen ply the straining oar, 
 And Learning smiles upon her sons once more. 
 
 A. G. 
 
MICHAELMAS TERM 
 
 HOLYFIELDS COURT, 
 HOLYWELL 
 
 THIS time I write to you, no longer from 
 our ancient hostelry, but from our 
 new little home. 
 
 There never was such a quaint little home 
 before. 
 
 We came here for two reasons : one reason 
 was that John wanted to be as near to the 
 heart of things as was possible ; the second, 
 and greater reason was that these rooms are 
 let to us by John's own old scout. 
 
 Now it is owing to you that I do not start 
 in Oxford so totally ignorant as I well might 
 have been of all things and words that 
 belong to the place. You used to tell me of 
 the doings of scouts in your day. Our Mr. 
 Bayzand's father was actually a scout at 
 Magdalen Hall ; I please myself by thinking 
 that he may as well have been yours. 
 
 It was something of a blow to me to find 
 
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12 THEIR OXFORD YEAR 
 
 that I could not see your own College because 
 it no longer existed. It has not melted into 
 thin air, but has been swallowed up in 
 Hertford College. 
 
 John has a friend who is a Don at Hert- 
 ford, and he has promised to take me over 
 the College and to explain to me how all 
 traces of Magdalen Hall have disappeared. 
 I count upon being able to drop a reverent 
 tear somewhere in the neighbourhood, at 
 least, of your old haunts. 
 
 Every one, it appears, is going to be very 
 friendly, and to show one the things that one 
 wants to see. 
 
 People here seem to be extraordinarily 
 kind. Already the Master of Sempitern has 
 come to call upon me. I think he thought 
 that we have chosen a quaint spot to dwell 
 in. He said that he had never been here 
 before, and had not, as a matter of fact, 
 known just where to look for us. Fortu- 
 nately he had met Mr. Bayzand in the street, 
 and had been brought in triumph to our door. 
 The tone in which Mr. Bayzand said, ' The 
 Master to see you, madam/ was that of a 
 groom of the chambers who announces the 
 visit of an Archangel. 
 
 But this Archangel was more like a cherub. 
 He was dignified without any pomposity, 
 
HOLVKIELDS COURT 
 
MICHAELMAS TERM 13 
 
 and one felt in talking to him that there were 
 few things, worth knowing, that he did not 
 know. His manners were perfect: he said 
 many agreeable things about John and the 
 pleasure that it gave to him and to all the 
 College to see him back again amongst them. 
 He dwelt upon the distinction that John had 
 always been to the College. 
 
 Both your descriptions and John's had pre- 
 pared me in some measure for Oxford hospi- 
 tality, so I felt only gratitude and not surprise 
 when the Master at once asked us to dinner 
 with him one day next week. This will be 
 a great pleasure to us, and it is obviously a 
 great source of gratification to Mr. Bayzand. 
 It shows that his lodgers are persons of 
 some social importance, and he tells me, 
 too, that he always goes to help with the 
 waiting when there is a dinner-party at the 
 ' Lodgings/ 
 
 Thus, I find, it is right to speak of the 
 Master's house. 
 
 ' I am going to dine at the Lodgings/ How 
 old-world and unusual and full of pleasant 
 possible surprises it sounds. 
 
 There is a world of dignity in the title 
 ' Head of a House/ isn't there? 
 
 This book is to be, according to your 
 express desire, a jumble (and I fear, indeed, 
 
i 4 THEIR OXFORD YEAR 
 
 that it can be nothing else) of personal 
 impressions and of solid facts. 
 
 The personal impressions I must myself 
 produce, but when I seek for solid fact, I 
 turn to various works with which John has 
 provided me. One is a squat, maroon- 
 bound work called The University Calendar 
 for 1907. Herein I have an ' Almanac, with 
 Calendar of University Ceremonies and Re- 
 markable Days/ Should I crave to know 
 who constitute the ' Boards of Faculties/ 
 who are Members of the ' Hebdomadal Coun- 
 cil/ who is Professor of what and who lectures 
 in which subject, here I can slake my thirst 
 for detail of all kinds. 
 
 Usually when you are introduced to any 
 one here you are told the name of his College : 
 
 ' May I introduce to you Mr. Jones of 
 Jesus ? ' But, should the name of the College 
 be omitted, you can always turn to the 
 Calendar and there look up the name ana 
 state of your new acquaintance. 
 
 You find him thus, in a list at the end of 
 the Calendar: 
 
 'Jones, J. W. (B.A.), Jesus. 1905.' 
 
 Then you know that your Jones took his 
 degree in 1905. If there is no date in front 
 of his name he is still ' up ' as an Under- 
 graduate. 
 
MICHAELMAS TERM 15 
 
 The Calendar holds masses of useful infor- 
 mation, and whenever this modest record is 
 unusually trenchant and informing, you will 
 know that I am copying the example set by 
 Mr. Bouncer when he filled up his letters 
 with pages culled from the guide-book, and 
 that I am interlarding my pages with extracts 
 drawn from the Calendar. 
 
 Another valuable work of reference, for 
 one who would become well acquainted with 
 her environment here, is the Student's Hand- 
 book to the University and Colleges of Oxford.' 
 
 This was formerly bound, I am told, in 
 
 olue, and was always known (I know not 
 
 why) as ' The Blue Liar/ One presumes 
 
 -iat it did not share the dull accuracy of the 
 
 Calendar. 
 
 Now it is bound in very sober grey and is 
 known as ' The Grey Lady/ 
 
 Both these valuable works of reference are 
 
 sued by the Clarendon Press. The reason 
 why I dilate upon them to you is because I 
 believe that there was no such thing as a 
 Calendar in your day, and certainly there 
 vas no Grey Lady. One of the things that 
 John is to do for me is to take me over the 
 Clarendon Press that, at any rate, was here 
 when you were up at Magdalen Hall. 
 
 John says that I am not to rush round 
 
16 THEIR OXFORD YEAR 
 
 sight-seeing, so that all Oxford will pass 
 through my mind like water through a sieve. 
 I am, he says, to absorb it slowly, ' just like 
 a nice little sponge/ 
 
 These are John's exact words and I chron- 
 icle them for you. It is strange how one 
 always values the utterances of those whose 
 words are few. If John is going to live to 
 be a very great man it will be necessary, for 
 the credit of his family, that we should store 
 up any of the rare remarks that do fall from 
 his lips. Lumped altogether they will make 
 a brave show. 
 
 To return to my charts, for so I have named 
 the two works which are to guide me through 
 the strange sea of life at Oxford. In nr< T 
 ' Grey Lady ' I find all the information that 
 I can desire about Admission and Matricula- 
 tion, Scholarships, Expenses, Residence and 
 Discipline. It treats also of Examinations, J 
 of Degrees and of Institutions. 
 
 Under the latter heading there comes first 
 The Bodleian Library. It is in the Bodleian 
 Library that I design to spend profitable 
 hours while John is hard at work, and it is 
 there that I hope to glean some information 
 about the habits and customs of Oxford in 
 the early days of the last century. 
 
 I consulted my book and I found that 
 
MICHAELMAS TERM 17 
 
 ' Both the Library proper and the Radcliffe 
 Camera are open to readers on the same 
 conditions : that is to say, 
 
 ' (i) All Graduates of the University are 
 admitted as of right on subscribing the under- 
 taking required by statute. 
 
 ' (2) Undergraduates are admitted for pur- 
 poses of serious study, if there be sufficient 
 room, on presenting a recommendation from 
 their Tutor. Printed forms of recommenda- 
 tion are supplied. Undergraduates are re- 
 quired to wear academical dress at all times 
 of the year when they read in either building. 
 
 ' (3) Other persons are admitted for purposes 
 
 of serious study, with the same reservation, 
 
 L on presenting a like recommendation from a 
 
 Graduate of the University, or on other 
 
 sufficient introduction/ 
 
 It was as an Other Person that I hoped 
 to be admitted, John being my Sufficient 
 Introducer. 
 
 So my paper was duly filled up and signed, 
 and John went with me on my first visit to 
 ' Bodley.' 
 
 ' I can't think/ said John, as we arrived 
 at a green baize door which gave access to 
 the Library, ' what decent excuse I am to 
 offer for bringing you here at all. Can't 
 you manage, Bridgetta, to appear to be a 
 
i8 THEIR OXFORD YEAR 
 
 little more grown-up and responsible ? When 
 I take you into ancient storehouses of learn- 
 ing it is most unwise of you to look so much 
 like a long-clothes baby who has come out 
 for her first airing. How do you suppose 
 that I am going to pass you off for a Serious 
 Student, let alone a married woman? What 
 shall we do if Bodley's Librarian asks you 
 where your nurse is ? ' 
 
 ' I am sorry, John/ said I ; ' but you know, 
 John, that I said to you, when you proposed 
 to me, " Do not you think that a Professor 
 should have a larger and more important- 
 looking wife ? ' 
 
 ' And what did I say ? ' said John. 
 
 ' You said " I like 'em small," ' said I. 
 
 ' Well, so I do/ said John, ' as small as 
 they are made. Just frown a bit, and I 
 dare say you 11 get admitted a Reader all 
 right/ 
 
 So I frowned steadily, in the hope of gaining 
 an impressiveness of appearance. John spokt 
 up bravely when it came to the point; he 
 described me and my reasons for pursuing 
 learning in the most convincing manner 
 possible. It made me feel quite erudite to 
 hear him. Inwardly I was aware of being 
 smaller and younger and even less important 
 than usual. 
 
MICHAELMAS TERM 19 
 
 When I heard the Librarian remarking to 
 me, ' You will probably find all that you are 
 likely to want in the Camera/ I felt rather 
 as a worm might be expected to feel amongst 
 the Dust of Ages. Conscious as I was that 
 I had no proper subject and no precise period, 
 and that I only wanted to read because I 
 loved reading and felt happy among books, 
 and hoped to acquire wisdom from them, I 
 left the awe-inspiring room thankful to have 
 gained, at any rate, a part of my point so 
 easily. 
 
 We walked in silence down the stairs, 
 which descend in groups of four at a time, 
 and we went straight across to the Camera 
 Radcliifeana, where we ascended more stairs, 
 which went continuously round, and we came 
 at last into a large, round room. 
 
 Here it became necessary to choose a book 
 to begin upon, and John whispered (for of 
 course one does not talk out loud) : 
 
 ' You shall start with Plot; that 's Oxford 
 two hundred years ago/ 
 
 So together we lifted out a volume of the 
 mighty catalogue. We filled up a form and 
 delivered it at a desk, and a young boy 
 Departed to seek for the book. Then John 
 took me up a little winding stair into the 
 upper gallery. Here he put me to sit in an 
 
20 THEIR OXFORD YEAR 
 
 arm-chair at a most comfortable desk. It 
 was seat one hundred and fifty-four. 
 
 ' You have a most beautiful view of the 
 clock from here/ murmured John; ' so don't 
 let Doctor Plot, when he arrives, make you 
 late for your lawful husband's lunch/ 
 
 Then he left me, and I sat and received 
 impressions, and thought about you, and 
 studied the details of my environment. 
 
 Each desk is a long one and a double one; 
 each will accommodate six readers, three on 
 either side. A high division rises in front 
 of you, so that you cannot see the reader 
 who faces you on the other side of this wooden 
 hedge. On this division and on each seat 
 there are sundry little notices on red and 
 green paper. One notice ran thus: 
 
 I. Each desk has under it: 
 
 1. An hat hook. 
 
 2. Two hooks for a stick or folded 
 
 umbrella. 
 
 3. A waste-paper basket. 
 
 These caused me to fall into three separate 
 trains of thought. 
 
 ist. Should you say an hat hook or a hat 
 hook? I pursued this no further; the con- 
 trast between right and euphony was alto- 
 gether too painful. 
 
MICHAELMAS TERM 21 
 
 2nd. Where you should put an umbrella 
 which is not folded ? 
 
 This divided itself again into : 
 
 (a) Should you, in all cases, fold your 
 umbrella? 
 
 (6) What should you do with it if it were 
 wet? 
 
 This also proved unprofitable and time- 
 wasting. 
 
 I was just beginning to wonder why the 
 paper-basket was so immense, how many 
 corpses might be concealed in it, and whether 
 it might be at all possible to write a con- 
 vincing detective story about a Reader who 
 murdered the Librarian and concealed his 
 corpse in one of them, when my book 
 arrived. 
 
 It is, as books of John's choosing invariably 
 are, a delightful work, and wholly pleasing 
 to me and my mood; it is just what I wanted 
 to start me on my book-reading career. This 
 is its title : 
 
 ' The Natural History of Oxford-shire. Being 
 an Essay towards the Natural History of 
 England. By Robert Plot, LL.D., Late 
 Keeper of the Ashmolean Museum and Pro- 
 fessor of Chymistry in the University of 
 Oxford/ 
 
22 THEIR OXFORD YEAR 
 
 The edition which I am reading is the second 
 edition, ' With large Additions and Correc- 
 tions : Also a short Account of the Author, 
 etc/ It was published in seventeen hundred 
 and five. 
 
 Evidently Doctor Plot is one of those 
 authors whom I am going to love for his own 
 sake. Listen to his second Dedication (his 
 first is to the King, Charles n.) : 
 
 ' To the Reader. Though this Essay has 
 swell'd to so much greater a Bulk than 
 ever I expected it could possibly have done, 
 that I might well have superseded any 
 further Address than that of Dedication ; yet 
 it being but necessary to acquaint the Reader 
 with some matters that are general, and will 
 serve for all other Counties the same as this, 
 I thought good to put them down briefly 
 as followeth. And first, that though I dare 
 not pretend the Map of Oxford-shire, prefixt 
 to this Essay, is so accurate as any I shall 
 make hereafter, yet I dare promise the Reader, 
 it far exceeds any we had before/ 
 
 It is the map, evidently, that is the pride 
 and the joy of his heart. 
 
 ' And as for the Distances, though I dare 
 not promise them Mathematically exact 
 (which by the Risings and Fallings of the 
 Ground, interpositions of Woods, Rivers, 
 
MICHAELMAS TERM 23 
 
 etc., I think scarce possible in many cases 
 to be given at all) yet some few of them are 
 as true as actual Dimensuration, and most 
 of them as the Doctrine of Triangles, and the 
 best Information, all compared together, 
 could direct me to put them : So that provided 
 they have not been moved in the Graving 
 (as I think they have but little) I take them 
 all seated not far from the Truth/ 
 
 The dear soul then proceeds to talk at large 
 about his darling map ; to explain it, to point 
 out its manifold perfections, and to descant 
 upon it to his heart's content and to mine. 
 
 ' Yet this Map, though it contains near 
 five times as much as any other of the County 
 before, partly by reason of its being the first 
 I ever made, and partly because, either of 
 the pure Ignorance or Absence of some, and 
 over curious Pievishness that I met among 
 others, is not so perfect, I confess, as I wish 
 it were; there being, upon these accounts, 
 some few Arms admitted, and others out of 
 place at the Foot of the Map, and perhaps 
 here and there a Village over-look'd : where- 
 fore I have entertained some Thoughts of 
 cutting it again and perhaps somewhat 
 larger/ 
 
 You will see that I shall probably have 
 much to tell you of Doctor Plot and his 
 
24 THEIR OXFORD YEAR 
 
 Work. Even the ' Contents of the Chapters ' 
 list is full of delight to me : 
 
 ' Chapter 6. Of the Heavens and Air/ 
 1 Chapter 8. Of Men and Women/ 
 And there is always the beautiful map to 
 study. It makes me wish that I were going, 
 to use a favourite expression of John's, ' to 
 take all Oxfordshire for my province ' instead 
 of merely Oxford. 
 
 It was my original purpose to read all the 
 morning in the Camera, to go out and see 
 things and walk or ride with John all the 
 afternoon, and to read or to record my 
 impressions all the evening. 
 
 I am not so sure that I shall be able to carry 
 out, in its entirety, this simple-sounding plan. 
 It presupposed, you see, that John and I 
 were going to lead a desert-island kind of 
 life, which we could arrange entirely as 
 seemed best to us. 
 
 But this is not to be. I have already told 
 you of the visit of the Master of Sempitern 
 and of his kind invitation ; that deranged 
 my plans for one past afternoon and for one 
 evening yet to come. 
 
 Other afternoons brought other callers. 
 John was sometimes at a loss to account for 
 them or for their reasons for seeking us out, 
 
MICHAELMAS TERM 25 
 
 but Mr. Bayzand always knew who they were 
 and, generally, why they came. 
 
 ' Mr. and Mrs. Oglander, ma'am at least 
 it was Mrs. Oglander who came. Mr. Good- 
 enough read Greats, as you are no doubt 
 well aware, ma'am, before he took the 
 English School; he went to Mr. Oglander's 
 lectures and knew him that way, no doubt. 
 Mr. Tristram ah, yes, to be sure of course 
 he would come, ma'am ; he was Mr. Good- 
 enough's greatest friend at Sempitern ; he 
 was sorry to find you out, but he hopes to 
 see Mr. Goodenough in Hall to-night, he says, 
 ma'am.' 
 
 In Hall ! Does not that bring memories 
 of Oxford crowding back upon you ? 
 
 Much may, and indeed must, be altered 
 since you were here, but Hall dinner must 
 surely remain, except for the change in dress 
 and in the hour of dining, much as it was 
 in your time. 
 
 John took me into the Hall of Sempitern 
 before we had been here many hours. 
 
 ' Here was where I used to sit, at the 
 Scholars' Table, and here is where I shall 
 come to the High Table when one of the 
 Fellows asks me to dine with him.' 
 
 So I have a vision of it all when John goes 
 out to dine in Hall, though my eyes can 
 
26 THEIR OXFORD YEAR 
 
 never behold him actually doing it. Not 
 until Woman is eligible as a Free Mason will 
 the time arrive, I take it, for dining in Hall 
 to cease to be a purely male institution. 
 After Hall dinner follows the ' Common 
 Room/ A pleasant room it was that John 
 showed me, panelled with dark oak and 
 lighted by a charming old candelabra most 
 cunningly fitted with electric light. This 
 and many other adornments of the room 
 were contributed by past or present members 
 of the Common Room, and was inscribed 
 1 Ex Dono Socii/ I think that what took my 
 fancy most was the little species of railway 
 which ran across the fireplace and was meant 
 to convey the circulating bottle on its rounds. 
 Thus was the Fellow on the right-hand side 
 of the fire excused from the necessity of 
 rising and walking across the hearthrug to 
 pass it to the left-hand man. A beautiful 
 instance of thoughtfulness and of adaptation 
 of means to ends. So now I can picture John 
 amongst all these dignified surroundings, 
 sitting in a semicircle in front of an early 
 fire, his dessert and his wine-glass on a little 
 table at his elbow; he is taking, no doubt, 
 a perfectly silent but appreciative part in the 
 doubtless intellectual conversation. 
 
 Why is it, I wonder, that Woman always 
 
MICHAELMAS TERM 27 
 
 imagines, or affects to imagine, that Man 
 converses intellectually when bereft of her 
 society ? She knows perfectly well that he 
 generally doesn't. 
 
 John was inclined to be nervous when first 
 he left me thus to my own devices ; he 
 doubted my capacity for amusing myself 
 while he was away partaking of these mascu- 
 line joys : so he went to the bookseller this 
 afternoon and brought back for me a large 
 quarto volume. 
 
 ' When you look inside it/ said he, ' you 
 will see why I got it for you ; it is to be the 
 foundation of your collection of Oxford 
 books ; you are not to look at it until I leave 
 you/ 
 
 As soon, therefore, as the little gate of our 
 tiny garden had clicked behind my husband, 
 and his last footfall had ceased to echo under 
 the archway which leads into Holywell, I 
 sat down and opened my new possession. 
 
 The title ran thus : ' Letters and Miscel- 
 laneous Papers. By Barre Charles Roberts, 
 Student of Christ Church, Oxford. With a 
 Memoir of his Life/ 
 
 It was published in eighteen hundred and 
 fourteen. There is a picture of the poor 
 young man, who was only twenty-one when 
 he died on the first of January eighteen 
 
28 THEIR OXFORD YEAR 
 
 hundred and ten ; so that he was an Under- 
 graduate here when you were born at the 
 Golden Cross. 
 
 Then I had not turned over many pages 
 in the preface before I discovered the second 
 reason which had led John to spend much 
 money on the purchase of this book for me. 
 
 ' In June 1799 ne was pl ac ed under the 
 care of the Reverend William Goodenough 
 at Ealing/ and a large number of the letters 
 which the volume contains are addressed to 
 this namesake of John's. 
 
 Here is much reading to employ my solitary 
 evenings. Also much will arise out of it, I 
 foresee, to employ the happy days to come; 
 I shall want to find out all that I can about 
 the personages who appear in Barre's letters 
 to his family and friends, and to note the 
 differences in customs between those times 
 and these. 
 
 To-morrow, before I go to the Camera, 
 I shall set off to Christ Church and look at 
 it with twice the interest that I should have 
 looked before. 
 
 John has refused on principle to take me 
 round and show me everything straight away, 
 as though we had only a week in which to see 
 all things. ' For/ says he, ' it is of no use 
 to let everything be but a building with a 
 
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 name tacked on to it: get some associations 
 together and then go and see the places about 
 which you have been reading; thus you will 
 never forget what you see/ 
 
 You know that you always said that the 
 
 next best thing to being a sensible woman 
 
 meself was to get a sensible husband ; is 
 
 Dt John, my husband, as sensible as his 
 
 ame? 
 
 So I turn to my quarto. It opens with a 
 
 memoir of the poor young man and gives a 
 
 Bather pompous sketch of his short life and 
 
 's love of antiquities and of learned pursuits, 
 
 mtil he died of consumption. He was buried 
 
 "t Ealing, where a long Latin inscription, 
 
 >mposed by Mr. Goodenough, marks his 
 
 esting-place. 
 
 ^ome day John shall take me to see it. He 
 st have been a very wonderful young 
 aian. I wish he had not died so soon. 
 
 The interest of the volume is in his own 
 
 ^tters. He writes first to his mother from 
 
 the Star Inn at Oxford, where he and his 
 
 ther ' dined very well on maintenon cutlets, 
 
 abbits with onions, jellies, and cheese/ 
 
 I can still see the Star Inn, though it is 
 now the Clarendon Hotel, but it is no use to 
 go forth and look for the other great coach- 
 ing inn of your time the Angel the New 
 
30 THEIR OXFORD YEAR 
 
 Examination Schools stand where once it 
 stood. 
 
 I turned to the pompous preface, where 
 Barrels cousin, Mr. Grosvenor Charles Bed- 
 ford, sets forth in well-judged sentences and 
 rounded periods why the family judged it 
 well to collect and privately to print these 
 memorials. 
 
 Blessed be Bedford and forgiven his pomp- 
 osity. It was through just some little 
 window as this that I had hoped to look back 
 upon Oxford and to catch some glimpses of 
 it as it was a hundred years ago. The ghost 
 of this poor young student of Christ Church 
 was just the kind of ghost for whose company 
 I pined. 
 
 ' He gave early symptoms of his disposi- 
 tion and talents, without sacrificing the 
 character peculiar to infancy. The inclina- 
 tion for repose which seemed to be born with 
 him, and to result from the absence of 
 boisterous spirits, extended only to the 
 functions of his body; for he possessed a 
 singular playfulness of mind which accom- 
 panied him through life, and which, as is 
 always the concomitant of cheerful goodness, 
 would have stamped on him the character 
 of youth for a much longer period than is 
 usually allotted by nature to that division 
 
MICHAELMAS TERM 31 
 
 of human life/ ' Whatever was curious in 
 literature attracted his attention, but subjects 
 of Antiquity were those which he most de- 
 lighted to investigate and dwell upon.' 
 
 Before he was sixteen he had formed a 
 collection of coins ' which now enriches the 
 British Museum/ ' This collection was begun 
 to be formed when Barre was very young. 
 He accidentally saw a few Roman coins in 
 his father's possession, which he presently 
 got transferred to his own/ Is not that the 
 way that I was always forming the nucleus 
 of my own collections out of those of an 
 indulgent Grandparent? 
 
 Longer and longer grow the words of his 
 biographer as the life of his subject grew 
 shorter. ' The thirst for knowledge con- 
 tinued, but the exhausted state of his corpo- 
 real system opposed physical obstacles to its 
 gratification/ 
 
 When John returned he found me dissolved 
 in unbecoming tears. If I had a chattering 
 husband who for ever talked and seldom 
 understood, as is the fate of many a woman, 
 how difficult should I not have found it to 
 explain? 
 
 ' I was crying my eyes out, dear, because 
 a young man called Roberts died when only 
 twenty-one years old a hundred years ago/ 
 
32 THEIR OXFORD YEAR 
 
 Could anything sound more foolish? 
 
 But John understood and asked for no 
 details, and we put the book aside and talked 
 of his evening. 
 
 Had he enjoyed it ? I inquired ; he had 
 enjoyed it very much; the Master had dined 
 at the high table and had taken wine with 
 him. There remains still a good old custom 
 for you! Then they had sat talking in the 
 Common Room until one after another the 
 Tutors had gone away to ' take their men ' ; 
 then John had gone to the rooms of his own 
 old friend, who is still unmarried and living 
 in College, and they had talked and talked, 
 and had only stopped talking when John 
 remembered that he had a wife waiting for 
 him up an entry in Holywell. 
 
 This same friend Mr. Tristram came to 
 call upon me the day after. He is one of 
 those people whose talk forsakes them when 
 they are confronted by anything feminine. 
 John, whose presence would have relieved 
 the tension, had unluckily gone out. His 
 shyness infected me, and we sat in mutual 
 misery saying nothing, while I prayed that 
 John might come or that I might be changed 
 into a Latin text or a philosophical treatise, 
 or, indeed, anything with which he would feel 
 familiar and at home. The poor man dared 
 
MICHAELMAS TERM 33 
 
 not go and I was obliged to stay. If his 
 prayers for help were half as ardent as mine 
 there must be something in the efficacy of 
 prayer, for the door opened again and Mr. 
 Bayzand announced: 
 
 ' Mr. Ferrers-Smith/ 
 
 Here was a very different type. He at once 
 offered a cheerful explanation of himself and 
 of his reasons for coming. He had been at 
 Sempitern with John, then he had been elected 
 to a Fellowship at another College. I feel 
 sure that wherever I go I shall hear him 
 described as ' one of the cleverest amongst 
 our younger Dons ' : perhaps he would him- 
 self incline to leave out the two first words 
 of this description. 
 
 When my visitors had departed I was left 
 to settle with myself whether it is better 
 to be talked to too much or too little. I came 
 to no conclusion; neither would John help 
 me to reach one. 
 
 At night I wrote in my little locked book: 
 ' A modest man is one of Nature's fairest 
 works/ 
 
 Dinner at the Lodgings was a little awe- 
 inspiring. The card of invitation told us 
 ' The Vice-Chancellor will be present ' ; this 
 meant that John had to go attired in his cap 
 
34 THEIR OXFORD YEAR 
 
 and gown. Mr. Bayzand charged me, before 
 he went off to help with the waiting, that I 
 should be sure to remind John to take these 
 garments with him. We walked, as it is the 
 simple custom to do here ; unless you are 
 very great and grand, or unusually delicate, 
 or living very far away in the north of Oxford. 
 
 Some of the men, who had forgotten to 
 bring their gowns, were being hastily pro- 
 vided with borrowed ones as we came into 
 the hall. 
 
 The number of people made it rather 
 bewildering at first, but I disentangled them 
 in time. Every one was pleasant and nice 
 to me, but to every one I had to explain that 
 I was not an American, though John is a 
 Professor at Harvard; I had to explain, too, 
 that we were married just as John's Sabbatical 
 was about to begin, so I have not really settled 
 at Harvard at all, and I know only what 
 John tells me about its ways, and how they 
 differ from those of Oxford. Most of them 
 had never heard of Sabbaticals; that blessed 
 custom would not appear to be general 
 amongst the Professoriate here. 
 
 The Master himself was a delightful host: 
 he came, with strict impartiality, to talk to 
 all of his guests in turn. To each he con- 
 versed in a manner suitable to their age and 
 
MICHAELMAS TERM 35 
 
 other requirements. I am sure that his 
 manners would have satisfied even your own 
 high standard in such matters. 
 
 He was deeply interested in my account 
 of your life on the Island; he brought out a 
 large old atlas and made me show him its 
 exact position as nearly as was possible. 
 
 I sat next to a delightful person who ap- 
 peared to know everything that there is to 
 be known about Oxford past and present; 
 still more delightful than this, he has a great 
 library of books on the subject, and, more 
 delightful than all, he has offered to show 
 them to me. He seemed to approve of my 
 interest in Oxford at the beginning of the 
 nineteenth century: he wished, he said, that 
 more ladies would interest themselves in 
 such matters: he had a young cousin, a 
 student up here, who was reading and 
 writing about Political Economy. ' I told 
 her/ said he, ' that she should choose some 
 subject more befitting the attention and the 
 pen of a gentlewoman/ 
 
 We nodded our heads together over the 
 unladylike studies of this misguided young 
 woman. It is strange the effect that being 
 in the company of a high Tory has upon me; 
 it invariably makes me feel retrograde and 
 Tory too; all my new-worldishness drops off 
 
36 THEIR OXFORD YEAR 
 
 me, every modern aspiration leaves me, I long 
 passionately to be able just to live my life 
 as my grandmother lived hers, or even my 
 great-grandmother. Is it just a premonition 
 of the inevitable end of all us Radicals? 
 
 On my other hand I had Mr. Smith, and 
 from him also I learned things that I was 
 glad to know. But how much less pleasant 
 it is to glean knowledge from those who are 
 too well aware of the value of their own 
 conversation. 
 
 Mr. and Mrs. Oglander were there ; they 
 are the people who called when we were out. 
 They live in Holywell, quite near to us, and 
 Mrs. Oglander means to befriend me and to 
 take me to Ladies' Musical Societies and other 
 pleasant gatherings when John is taking his 
 pleasure away from home. 
 
 ' For, of course/ said she, ' your husband 
 will be asked to dine in Hall and with various 
 Clubs and Societies, and then you will be 
 glad to turn to the purely feminine side of 
 things. That is one comfort of being here 
 you need never be at a loss for something 
 intelligent and interesting to do. Never was 
 there a place where it is so possible to improve 
 your mind in a satisfactory and agreeable 
 manner.' 
 
 I am looking forward to a further ac- 
 
MICHAELMAS TERM 37 
 
 quaintance with this lively and pleasant 
 lady. 
 
 The Professor of Rhetoric and his wife 
 were asked especially to meet us on account 
 of John. They have promised to seek us out, 
 and they ' hope to see more of us/ They 
 seemed to be just the kind of person by whom 
 one would like to be seen more of as often 
 as they are disposed to see us. 
 
 We walked home in the moonlight. Do 
 you remember at all the witchery of Oxford 
 by moonlight? All the beautiful permanent 
 part of it at its most romantic and beautiful 
 all the newer and jarring buildings glozed 
 over or sunk in shadow. Is there anywhere 
 else in the world, I wonder, where one walks 
 by moonlight through a city of noble buildings 
 put to noble uses? I pleaded for a somewhat 
 longer walk than our direct route home, so 
 we wandered off round the Square where 
 stands my dear, daily-haunted Camera. 
 
 Nothing is changed here, I fancy, since your 
 time except the railing which now surrounds 
 the building. You remember the story of 
 the pre-railing days, and the two drunken 
 Dons who wandered all night round and 
 round the Library, clinging on to its walls, 
 and always hoping to find themselves round 
 
38 THEIR OXFORD YEAR 
 
 the corner and so on the way home? Now 
 the railing is there, but the old port-wine- 
 loving Don of the past has vanished. 
 
 We walked slowly round the Square. You 
 remember how perfect it is the very heart 
 of the University and all so beautifully 
 unchanged. This is almost the only place 
 now where the cobble-stones still remain in 
 the streets; through my thin shoes they 
 brought home to me the sweet discomfort 
 of the older days. We thought of ladies 
 in sedan-chairs with attendant linkmen, and 
 almost screamed with astonishment at the 
 anachronistic motor car which suddenly fussed 
 and fumed past All Souls. 
 
 But these are raptures, and if I am to go 
 into raptures, I shall have to start another 
 book with yet another coloured cover to 
 contain them, for raptures must find no home 
 in the red book or the green. If I did start 
 such a book it would soon be bursting its 
 covers, so I think that the wisest thing to 
 do is not to rapturise at all, but to return 
 once more to the cold style of a guide-book. 
 
 I thought that one of the best ways of 
 getting to know what Oxford was really like 
 when you were here was to get a guide-book 
 of the period, so I spent twelve-and-sixpence 
 and added to my library A Topographical 
 
MICHAELMAS TERM 39 
 
 and Historical Description of the University 
 and City of Oxford. By Nathaniel Whittock, 
 Lithographist to the University of Oxford. 
 It was published in 1829, so it is just a little 
 after your period, but I could not resist 
 buying it, it held so much that was fascinating. 
 It is such a magnificently naif work, its 
 history is so refreshingly unscientific, all of 
 the ' he says to me and I says to him ' order. 
 I shall have to investigate the claims to 
 credibility of ' The writer to whom we are 
 indebted for penetrating the thick clouds of 
 ages past, and proving the founding of Oxford 
 to have taken place before the erection of 
 Solomon's Temple/ 
 
 Under the heading of ' University Degrees ' 
 I read that in your day ' The sons of the Eng- 
 lish, Scotch, and Irish peers, and the eldest 
 sons of baronets and knights, when matricu- 
 lated as such, and not on the foundation of 
 any college, are allowed to have their degrees 
 after having completed three years/ There 
 is a delightful picture of noblemen in dress 
 and undress gowns, and of a gentleman 
 Commoner in a dress gown. Beautiful young 
 people they are, in blue coats with brass 
 buttons, tight-fitting small-clothes and silk 
 stockings. The nobleman is resplendent in 
 gown of purple damask and gold lace, and 
 
40 THEIR OXFORD YEAR 
 
 he wears a large gold tassel on his cap. Now- 
 adays, when I see a particularly beautiful 
 young man who has all the air of a young 
 lord of romance, he may just as likely as not 
 be no one in particular. There is but one 
 gown for all Scholars and one for all Com- 
 moners. The Commoners' gown was not 
 quite such an undignified garment in your 
 day as it is now. I have seen it reduced here 
 almost to one black rag fluttering in the 
 wind; the effect of a very short black gown 
 worn over a green or brown suit and a pair 
 of brown boots is neither artistic nor im- 
 pressive. Just now it is the fashion to wear 
 no hat at all, but people tell me that there 
 was a time when a cloth cap frequently gave 
 the last touch of the bizarre to this costume. 
 
 It is only when going to lectures and to 
 some other functions that even this minimum 
 of ' academic costume ' is obligatory. 
 
 I turn to my Grey Lady and find, under 
 the heading ' Academical Dress/ the various 
 occasions on which it is necessary that the 
 Undergraduate should go ' vestitu in Aca- 
 demico ' : (i) when calling officially upon a 
 Tutor or other College or University Officer, 
 (2) in Chapel, in Hall, and at Lectures, as well 
 as at University Sermons or other University 
 assemblies. 
 
MICHAELMAS TERM 41 
 
 At other times all dress as seems best to 
 them. The style that recommends itself to 
 most of them is a decided nigligk. I dwell 
 upon this side of life because it must all have 
 been so different in your time. I have seen 
 prints of old Oxford where even upon the 
 river the Dons are wearing their caps and 
 gowns. It was my kind friend of the Master's 
 dinner who showed me these said prints; he 
 did not at all forget his promise to help me 
 to realise the difference between Oxford of 
 your day and of mine. He came to call upon 
 us, and quite approved of our quiet corner. 
 He had known, he said, many generations of 
 people who lived in this very house : he carried 
 me back yet another hundred years or so 
 before your time, when Thomas Hearne was 
 there, noticing and writing down every fact, 
 important and unimportant, that came within 
 his ken. My friend was so sympathetic that 
 I ventured to tell him about the green book 
 the red, of course, is strictly private. 
 
 ' Facts, Mrs. Goodenough/ said he, ' you Ve 
 a fancy for facts, have you; well, then, you 
 will enjoy reading Hearne, that greatest of 
 fact collectors/ 
 
 So some volumes of Hearne's diaries are 
 added to my loan collection of Oxford books. 
 Just think, in Hearne's time he could speak 
 
42 THEIR OXFORD YEAR 
 
 of Holywell as a part of the north suburbs of 
 Oxford, and now we consider ourselves, and 
 with justice, as living at the very heart of 
 /! things. Far away to the north there stretch 
 miles and miles of roads, bordered by in- 
 numerable red brick villas in which dwell 
 countless Dons at least they would be 
 countless if they were not all duly accounted 
 for under their Colleges, in the ' List of Out- 
 College Residents/ another of those useful 
 works of reference with which my growing 
 acquaintance has obliged me to furnish 
 myself. It is to the north of Oxford that we 
 have to go to return many of the visits which 
 polite and kind people pay to us. Here it 
 is that my kind friend, the Professor's wife, 
 has started to see more of us. We went to 
 a pleasant ' At Home ' at her house, and met 
 various agreeable persons. It is generally 
 possible to guess whom you are certain to 
 meet at the houses you go to. In a sense, 
 every one in or of the University knows 
 every one else, but you cannot, naturally, 
 really know them all. Your acquaintance 
 runs along certain definite lines. First there 
 comes your husband's College ; you will 
 naturally know all the Graduate members 
 of that and their wives, if any. Then your 
 husband's ' shop/ be it Philosophy, or His- 
 
MICHAELMAS TERM 43 
 
 tory, or Science ; there are all the other 
 people who are teaching the same subject; 
 you will come naturally into contact with 
 all of these. All kinds of private reasons 
 will bring friends about you, people with 
 whom you work learnedly, politically, or 
 philanthropically ; there will come, too, the 
 friends of your relations and the friends of 
 your friends. 
 
 A good deal of all this wisdom was imparted 
 to me by that Mrs. Oglander whom we had 
 met at the Master's. She had called upon 
 me and I had returned her visit, but we had 
 not met again. 
 
 ' Though I have often seen you/ said she, 
 ' from my window : where do you go to so 
 regularly when you pass along Holywell so 
 early in the morning ? ' 
 
 So I told her about my little readings in 
 the Camera, and she was deeply interested; 
 she said that she began here full of high 
 aspirations for the improvement of her under- 
 standing, but most of these aspirations had 
 faded away or become unattainable ideals. 
 
 ' Life here/ said she, ' is so full of interest, 
 it seems foolish to sit at home and read books 
 when all life outside is a page of Universal 
 History. I try to make up for a neglected 
 education by absorbing bits of the knowledge 
 
44 THEIR OXFORD YEAR 
 
 that the children bring home from school, 
 and to attain to some degree of cultivation 
 by listening to the conversation of my 
 husband and his friends: it is possible to 
 knit stockings for the family during these 
 educative processes/ 
 
 Mrs. Oglander introduced me to a pretty 
 and charming person, a Mrs. Enderby. She 
 said that she should like to come and see 
 me because I am Irish and she is too. Her 
 father was in America for many years, but 
 she, herself, has never been there : she has 
 another home in Ireland where she and her 
 husband and her two little girls spend all 
 their vacations. I expect we may see her 
 there, for it is not very far from Ballinavoy, 
 where we are to spend our Christmas with 
 the Synge cousins. 
 
 There were several men at the party, but 
 most of them mounted their bicycles and 
 rode off to ' take their men ' at five o'clock. 
 I gather that the general play-time here is 
 from two o'clock or so until five o'clock, ex- 
 cept for those who attend many committees. 
 On Monday afternoons the Hebdomadal 
 Council meets, and that is why I see the 
 Master my Master, I may justly call him 
 walking down Holywell towards two o'clock, 
 on his way to the New Schools. He looks 
 
MICHAELMAS TERM 45 
 
 particularly dignified and beautiful on these 
 occasions, clad in academic garb, and carrying 
 his portfolio of council papers. Again on 
 Sundays he looks still more beautiful on his 
 way to attend the University Sermon at 
 Saint Mary's Church. 
 
 This is a ceremony to which I, too, delight 
 to go; partly, I think, because I feel that all 
 must be much as it was when you were here, 
 and partly because it is a University cere- 
 mony, and I, in my little way, am now a unit 
 in the University system. For me, as a 
 ' Master's Lady/ a little place is prepared 
 and in it I sit. John brings me into the 
 church by the west door, then he deposits 
 me under a gallery in a tier of pews devoted 
 to the use of Masters' ladies. Here I sit 
 meekly and watch him take his seat on the 
 cross benches in the middle of the nave 
 among the other Masters of Arts. 
 
 Then there comes the procession, the Vice- 
 Chancellor, and the Proctors, Heads of Houses 
 and Doctors. We, under the gallery, can- 
 not see much of them, because they sit in 
 rows with their backs to us and their faces 
 to the preacher. We sing a hymn, and then 
 the preacher calls upon us to pray for 'Christ's 
 holy catholic church, that is, for the whole 
 congregation of Christian people dispersed 
 
46 THEIR OXFORD YEAR 
 
 throughout the whole world, and especially 
 for the Church of England; and herein for 
 the King's most excellent Majesty, our 
 sovereign lord Edward, of the United King- 
 dom of Great Britain and Ireland, and of the 
 British dominions beyond the seas, King, 
 defender of the faith, over all persons, in all 
 causes, as well ecclesiastical as temporal, 
 throughout his dominions supreme. And, 
 that there may never be wanting a succession 
 of persons duly qualified for the service of 
 God in church and state, ye shall implore 
 His blessing on all places of religious and 
 useful learning, particularly on our Uni- 
 versities; and here in Oxford for the most 
 honourable George Nathaniel, Viscount 
 Curzon, our Chancellor, for the vice-chan- 
 cellor, for the doctors, the proctors, and all 
 heads of colleges and halls with their re- 
 spective societies; more particularly am I 
 bound to pray for the good estate of ' and 
 here the preacher prays for his own college 
 in particular ' in the form peculiar to it.' 
 ' To these your prayers ye shall add unfeigned 
 praise for mercies already received; for our 
 creation, preservation, and all the blessings 
 of this life; particularly for the advantages 
 afforded in this place by the munificence of 
 founders and benefactors, such as were ' 
 
MICHAELMAS TERM 47 
 
 and then there comes the noble list of all the 
 good men and women who have endowed 
 the preacher's college, or colleges, with their 
 worldly goods. ' Finally, ye shall praise 
 God for all those who are departed out of 
 this life in the faith of Christ, and pray that 
 we may have grace to direct our lives after 
 their good example; that, this life ended, 
 we may be made partakers with them of the 
 glorious resurrection in the life everlasting; 
 through Jesus Christ our blessed Lord and 
 Saviour/ Then follows the Lord's Prayer, 
 and then the preacher preaches to us, and 
 generally it is a very good sermon that he 
 preaches, because he is a Select Preacher or 
 a Bampton Lecturer, or some one who is 
 chosen because he has something to say, and, 
 in all probability, knows how to say it. Then 
 the procession re-forms and goes out, and 
 we after it, and the ordinary congregation 
 comes in to matins. 
 
 Usually after the sermon we go and walk 
 in the gardens of St. John's College. There 
 are no flowers just now, but there is always 
 the beautiful garden front, and to reach it 
 one passes always across the inner quadrangle 
 with its wealth of exquisite detail in carved 
 stone. I think that I might have passed all 
 this, merely saying to myself or to John, 
 
48 THEIR OXFORD YEAR 
 
 'This is very charming/ only, fortunately, 
 the first time that we went we were walking 
 with that friend of mine who has made me 
 free of his library; he showed me the scheme 
 of the whole decoration, the Christian and 
 Cardinal Virtues with their appropriate 
 emblems and the Arts and Sciences with 
 theirs. Charles the First and Henrietta Maria 
 look down from either gateway. 
 
 It is in this way that some of the chief 
 delight of life in Oxford lies. When you 
 have seen all the more striking and beautiful 
 things you can go all over them again, always 
 finding out new beauty or new meaning in 
 the details; and there are always lesser, 
 or at anyrate less striking beauties to 
 explore. Sometimes these things are pointed 
 out to me, or, sweeter still perhaps when 
 found, I am left to discover them for myself. 
 But were I to live here for ever, I know that 
 I should never become aware of them all, 
 nor would familiarity with them ever dull 
 their charm. 
 
 I can never pass down the High Street 
 without looking up at the gateway of All 
 Souls to renew my pleasure in it. There are 
 the figures of Archbishop Chichele and King 
 Henry the Sixth, and, above them, the little 
 canopied bas-relief which cannot fail to 
 
MICHAELMAS TERM 49 
 
 remind the passer-by of the purpose for 
 which the College was built : 
 
 ' COLLEGIUM ANIMARUM FIDELIUM DE- 
 FUNCTORUM IN OXONIA 
 
 ' Not only for our welfare and that 
 of our godfather, the Archbishop, while 
 alive, and for our souls when we shall 
 have gone from this light, but also for 
 the souls of the most illustrious Prince 
 Henry, late King of England, of Thomas, 
 late Duke of Clarence, our Uncle ; of the 
 Dukes, Earls, Barons, Knights, Esquires, 
 and other noble subjects of our Father 
 and ourself who fell in the wars for the 
 Crown of France, as also for the souls of 
 all the faithful departed/ 
 
 I pass along the High Street very often 
 now, for I go with decent regularity to 
 lectures on English Literature, hoping thereby 
 to make myself more worthy of John note- 
 book in hand, I can almost fancy myself to 
 be a girl at College again. 
 
 I have duly enrolled myself as an A.E.W. 
 Student, that is to say, that I go under the 
 Auspices of the Association for the Education 
 of Women. In order to do this I climbed to 
 the office of the Association, which is situated 
 
co THEIR OXFORD YEAR 
 
 up many a pair of stairs, at the top of the 
 Clarendon Building. 
 
 Here I should have to confess again that 
 I am not a ' Serious Student/ that I did not 
 want to pursue a definite course of study, 
 nor to seek certificates and diplomas : all 
 that I asked was to be allowed to flutter 
 round the lower branches of the Tree of 
 Knowledge. 
 
 I reminded myself of the cheering words 
 of that parson who told his people that it is 
 better to have a low ideal than no ideal at 
 all : armed with the above-mentioned low 
 ideal I entered the office. 
 
 The officials were very kind to me in spite 
 of the lowness of my motives, and I was duly 
 enrolled among what are known, I believe, 
 as ' Miscellaneous Ladies/ My lectures are 
 in the New Schools, a magnificent building 
 at the bottom of the High Street, and there 
 I sit in front of an inky little table with a 
 sunk inkpot in it. I carry with me a note- 
 book in which I write notes, and I try to feel 
 that I am really acquiring quite a tidy little 
 heap of knowledge out of which I can sift 
 some golden grains to pack up in my trunks 
 and bring home to you. As a matter of fact, 
 I believe that I attend more to the student 
 types that surround me than I do to the 
 
MICHAELMAS TERM 51 
 
 acquirement of learning. How much more 
 interesting than much learning or than many 
 lectures is one young man or one young 
 woman. How I should like to know all 
 about these amongst whom I sit ; what stories 
 I weave about them and their probable 
 circumstances, all, no doubt, wildly unlike 
 their real stories and circumstances. 
 
 Once I sat at a desk which was richly 
 ornamented with pen-and-ink drawings, 
 done, doubtless, by some genius in an hour 
 of boredom : now and again one finds written 
 reminiscences of those who have despaired 
 of ever finding words wherewith to answer 
 an examination paper. Once I was con- 
 fronted by the pathetic legend written very 
 splotchily upon my desk, ' Oh, what a rotter 
 this man is ! ' What man, I wondered, and 
 on what subject was he rotting? 
 
 You must not think that all my time is 
 spent in this very sober and self-improving 
 manner, or should I say in this apparently 
 superior manner? 
 
 John takes me occasionally to see football 
 matches and other forms of sport ; I endeav- 
 our to understand them, but I find them far 
 more difficult to comprehend than many 
 lectures. Only when Sempitern is itself 
 engaged can I manage to work myself up to 
 
52 THEIR OXFORD YEAR 
 
 the requisite pitch of totally ignorant en- 
 thusiasm. Just now it is likely that 
 Sempitern will keep in to the end for the 
 ' Soccer Cup Tie/ It behoves every one, 
 however remotely connected with the College, 
 to be interested and thrilled by this connec- 
 tion with possible glory: even Mr. Bayzand's 
 manner implies that I am expected to simu- 
 late, at least, an appearance of intelligent 
 interest. There were no such things as 
 Soccer Cup Ties in your day, and for many a 
 long day after. 
 
 My dear young Barre Roberts, he of Christ 
 Church a hundred years ago, had no such 
 inducements to keep in the open air : perhaps 
 if he had he would not have died of con- 
 sumption when he was but one-and-twenty. 
 The only exercise that he ever took was a 
 little riding, and he did not take much of 
 that, because he appears to have been such 
 a very poor horseman. Listen to his de- 
 scription of the horse that he wanted : ' My 
 horse should be large, blind, deaf, and 
 asthmatic: he should be extremely slow in 
 all his paces, very sure-footed and lazy, by 
 no means apt to start, shy, or canter. If 
 very much out of condition he would be pre- 
 ferred; -^d he should be warranted twenty 
 years old. This being my idea of a perfect 
 
MICHAELMAS TERM 53 
 
 horse, I would advise you to bind it up with 
 Lord Bolingbroke's idea of a Patriot King 
 and Lord Bacon's idea of a palace/ 
 
 I do think that for so young a man he 
 was but sixteen when he came up to Christ 
 Church he had much wit and sense. ' I 
 think/ he writes to his father, ' two general 
 observations are very good, and ought to be 
 early inculcated into young minds : the first, 
 " all tradesmen are rascals " ; the second, " all 
 foreigners are fools"; they teach such a 
 charitable doctrine and such a modest diffi- 
 dence, and make society so very desirable, 
 that I think they would form the soundest 
 principles/ I find that I am growing to love 
 this young man who died a hundred years 
 ago. Often I wander in and out of Christ 
 Church in the hope that I may meet his ghost ; 
 I fear to raise the suspicions of the authorities, 
 because I cannot resist poking my head into 
 places where I have no right to poke it, in 
 my efforts to find which staircase it was on 
 which my Barre lived. ' On a door at the 
 bottom of the staircase, which on the top is 
 ornamented with very ancient carving, is 
 the representation of some strange animal 
 eating a crown; this I conceive was done at 
 the dissolution of Cardinal College, and was 
 a satire on Wolsey, who was accused of 
 
54 THEIR OXFORD YEAR 
 
 embezzling and consuming the treasures and 
 revenues of his sovereign. If the conjecture 
 is unfounded, the hieroglyphic is still curious ; 
 from its diminutive size, it has escaped the 
 eye of every one who is not in the habit of 
 passing it continually, and therefore I shall 
 never discover whether my explanation is 
 plausible/ 
 
 Surely that is just the kind of point over 
 which the ghost of a young antiquarian 
 might be allowed to return for a time and 
 communicate the solution to an inquiring 
 lady from far-off lands! 
 
 I delight to write Christ Church thus 
 Ch. Ch. when I have occasion to write to 
 any one there, for I find Barre Roberts 
 writing to his mother : ' I permit you to 
 direct your letters to me Ch. Ch., not at 
 length; tell Sir it is done here almost always/ 
 
 I please myself by finding points of differ- 
 ence and of resemblance between the Oxford 
 of his time and Oxford as she presents herself 
 to me. 
 
 True to my plan of life here and to my 
 
 constant inclination, I prefer to dwell rather 
 
 4^Xupon points of resemblance than on those 
 
 ^ of difference. Even to the names over the 
 
 shop doors much remains as it was in his day. 
 
 Constantly he writes to tell his father of 
 
MICHAELMAS TERM 55 
 
 some treasure that he had discovered when on 
 one of his frequent visits to Mr. Parker the 
 bookseller in Broad Street; and it was at 
 Mr. Parker's shop that John bought the 
 volume of remains and brought it home to 
 be a constant joy to me. 
 
 I wonder who had all dear Barrels books 
 when he was dead and gone. ' Next Thurs- 
 day/ he writes, ' the Oseney and Oxford 
 Tracts will be sold. I have ordered Sotheby 
 to buy them at any price/ I wish that John 
 could claim kinship with those Goodenoughs 
 of whom Barre was so fond; perhaps there 
 might be some legend in their family of the 
 old friendship with the Roberts, and one 
 might know what became of all the loving 
 family circle which Barre left to mourn his 
 death. 
 
 He even possessed some MSS. of Anthony 
 Wood; where, I wonder, are those MSS. now? 
 
 ' I have this day been with Mr. Parker the 
 bookseller, and talked with him about Wood's 
 MS. I find that Mr. Gutch of All Souls 
 College published, about the year 1786, not 
 only the history of the Colleges and Halls, 
 but also the annals of the University, from 
 the MS. of Wood which is in the Bodleian 
 Library ; that, however, differs from my 
 manuscript, and does not contain so much/ 
 
56 THEIR OXFORD YEAR 
 
 What Undergraduate of ' The House ' in 
 these days, I wonder, would be likely to 
 possess a MS. of Anthony Wood's, or to 
 spend his time collating it with those in the 
 Bodleian Library? I suppose it is the in- 
 evitable drawback to the Collegiate System, 
 which has so much to recommend it, that 
 one always thinks of the men here, and they 
 always think of themselves, as of this College 
 or of that, seldom or never as of part of a 
 University. Many a man must live all his time 
 here and hardly realise that he belongs to a 
 great University, all his thoughts and interests 
 being centred in the ways and doings of his 
 own particular College. 
 
 Listen to The 'Varsity on the whole duty 
 of Freshmen : ' Your College has first claim 
 on you; the University the next ; your friends 
 the third; and you the last/ 
 
 This statement is again made the text for 
 an article in another number of the same 
 paper, one of a series on ' The Whole Duty 
 of Man ' as regards Athletics. This article 
 gives food for thought to one who is going 
 about comparing old times with new ones 
 and gathering Facts for a Grandfather. This 
 article takes the words I have just quoted 
 and preaches a very nice little sermon on 
 them. It is all so solemn, and, doubtless, so 
 
MICHAELMAS TERM 57 
 
 very, very true : ' And we find that men 
 who might be doing good service to the 
 whole 'Varsity have contented themselves, 
 through a mistaken sense of duty or an 
 anxiety for immediate and limited popularity, 
 with the smaller, and (outside Oxford) un- 
 important field of Inter-Collegiate athletics/ 
 
 The article ends by propounding a problem 
 of an awful magnitude : ' This matter of 
 precedence, of course, comes up in many 
 forms I was asked last term, for example, 
 what a man ought to do, having entered for 
 an event in the Freshers' Sports and won his 
 heat, and being asked to play for the Rugger 
 Team against a Cambridge College on the 
 day of the Final: and it is a very nice 
 point/ 
 
 ' Good Heavens ! ' you will say, ' how can 
 the youth of Oxford survive at all when, at 
 any moment, they may be confronted by 
 such a remorseless dilemma as this ? ' 
 
 Again my writer of the article : ' The root 
 of all the trouble/ says he, ' is the idea, 
 whose source is not hard to trace, that a 
 Blue is nothing more than a personal dis- 
 tinction. Most men, knowing Blues to be 
 very hard to get, seeing them sought for 
 with the utmost pertinacity, feeling that 
 they would themselves make almost any 
 
58 THEIR OXFORD YEAR 
 
 sacrifice for the distinction, forget that there 
 is something more involved than the liberty 
 to side about in a scarf. The latter aspect 
 is the one that strikes us oftenest, and we 
 are apt to draw from it the unthinking con- 
 clusion that a man who is willing to forego 
 the pomp and circumstance of the greatest 
 honour open to him, for the sake of the 
 success of his College, must be a very single- 
 hearted patriot indeed. And so indeed he 
 would be, if it were nothing more than aj 
 personal honour; and the man who makes! 
 the sacrifice feels, and rightly, that he hasl 
 done a great thing but does not see that he 
 has done a bad thing from good motives/': 
 Is not all this arguing with high seriousness 
 on a matter of vast importance ? What a.) 
 poor creature one feels for having no opinior 
 on so great a subject and so little understanc, 
 ing of the immensity of the issue. Wei. 
 indeed might the poet write: 
 
 'When the bard selects a subject which is suitable to 
 
 sing, 
 'Tisn't Love or Convocation, but it's quite another 
 
 thing 
 
 For the monumental records of elevens and of crews 
 Are the only theme that's proper for the academic 
 Muse: 
 
 'Tis the sinews and the thews 
 And the victories of Blues : 
 
MICHAELMAS TERM 59 
 
 They 're the solitary object which is likely to amuse 
 Yes, the only dissertations that the public will peruse 
 Are the chronicles relating the performances of Blues.' 
 
 Thus writes Mr. Godley, whose complete 
 works I must bring back to you, and you 
 must peruse them with care and attention 
 if you want to get a vivid impression of 
 Oxford of to-day. Who was it who said 
 that ballad-writing was more important than 
 law-giving ? Anyway, to read the current 
 poetry of Oxford gives to one of her ancient 
 overs a very vivid idea of her contemporary 
 history. 
 
 Incidentally, and in reference to a passage 
 in that article, I wonder whether the ex- 
 pression, ' the liberty to side about in a scarf/ 
 conveys any meaning to you, or would convey 
 ny to another Undergraduate of eighty 
 ears ago? 
 
 I can apply to John to interpret for me 
 when I find myself utterly at sea in conversa- 
 tion, and sometimes I am completely at a 
 loss because I cannot make out more than a 
 word or two here and there in the language 
 of that one who converses with me. 
 
 But even John fails me sometimes as a 
 slang dictionary, because the Undergraduate 
 slang of to-day is not always to be under- 
 stood by the Undergraduate of yesterday 
 
60 THEIR OXFORD YEAR 
 
 so evanescent a thing is slang, so truly the 
 expression of the moment. I know that you 
 dislike it on principle, but you must make an 
 exception in favour of any really good and 
 thoroughly genuine specimens that come in 
 my way. Try to bear with them, dear Grand- 
 father, on the safe ground that they are his- 
 torical material, and as such have their definite 
 and not unimportant uses. 
 
 When the editors of the future edit the 
 novels of the present, what hunting up and 
 comparing of contemporary documents they 
 will have to go through, in order to find the 
 exact shade of meaning of some slang expres- 
 sion. Times change so fast and circumstances 
 alter, and the appropriate slang changes and 
 alters with them. Ever so short a time ago, 
 in the days when John was up, there was a 
 Hall here whose inhabitants were known as 
 * Skimmery men/ An Undergraduate would 
 not understand what you meant if you were 
 to talk to him about Skimmery nowadays, 
 because St. Mary Hall has ceased to exist. 
 
 So permit me to take an intelligent interest 
 in local slang such as I try to take in every 
 manifestation of the Oxford spirit. 
 
 Meanwhile the mention of Halls which 
 have ceased to exist brings me to the subject 
 of the pious pilgrimage that I made to Hert- 
 
MICHAELMAS TERM 61 
 
 ford College in search of any remnant that 
 might be found there of what was your home 
 when you were here. 
 
 First I prepared my mind by reading the 
 history of Hertford College in a series of 
 College Histories. 
 
 A curiously mixed history it is. 
 
 Apparently your Hall Magdalen Hall 
 was burnt out of its own buildings beside 
 Magdalen College in 1820, and then it came, 
 like a cuckoo's egg, and lived in the deserted 
 nest of what had once been Hertford College, 
 and was formerly Hart Hall. 
 
 I should like to interpolate here all that I 
 have learned, as I pursue my desultory way 
 amongst the books in the Camera, about the 
 antiquity of Halls, the evolution of Colleges 
 out of Halls, the possible revival of the 
 system of Halls, and various kindred matters. 
 
 But who am I that I should inflict all this 
 upon you, when all that you ask from me 
 is that I should collect a few facts for you, 
 and not that I should offer you the results 
 of my amateur researches. 
 
 The fact remains that, had you come up 
 before 1820, you would have stayed in the 
 picturesque old building where Keats stayed 
 with his friend Benjamin Bailey, and where he 
 wrote the third book of Endymion. Coming, 
 
62 THEIR OXFORD YEAR 
 
 as you did, in 1823 you came to the new home 
 of Magdalen Hall; Doctor Macbride was your 
 Principal, and Principal he remained for 
 fifty-four years, dying in 1868, in the ninetieth 
 year of his age. 
 
 All this is to show you that I neglect no 
 facts relating to the Aula which numbered 
 you amongst its alumni. 
 
 Outwardly there is not very much in Hert- 
 ford to interest the inquiring stranger; but 
 to me it seemed full of interest, partly because 
 you had lived within its walls, and partly 
 because it forms a curious link in the history 
 of the old days at Oxford and the new. 
 
 It owes its present existence as a College 
 to one of the ancient and honourable race 
 of Pious Founders, and the interest of its 
 site goes back to the time when Elias de 
 Hertford purchased it in 1283 and built a 
 hall upon it for the accommodation of Oxford 
 scholars. Then, in the eighteenth century, 
 came the time when Hart Hall grew into 
 Hertford College and then faded away alto- 
 gether. Then came Magdalen Hall to use 
 the deserted buildings, and finally, in 1874, 
 came the new foundation of Hertford 
 College. 
 
 So that this small corner of ground has a 
 great historical interest. 
 
MICHAELMAS TERM 63 
 
 I began at the end, that is to say, I was 
 shown first the new chapel a charming piece 
 of renaissance building which is being fitted, 
 with consummate cleverness, into one of 
 Hertford's few spare corners. 
 
 Building on to an Oxford College is rather 
 like fitting a puzzle together : also I may say 
 in this connection, that no future fate can 
 possibly be too bad for those who build 
 carelessly and hideously in Oxford. 
 
 Then I saw the inadequate, quaint little 
 chapel, in which you must, I suppose, have 
 worshipped when you were at Magdalen 
 Hall; also I saw the old dining-hall, in which 
 you dined, now turned into a library. 
 
 I went into the fine new hall, round which 
 hang portraits of the great men of old Hert- 
 ford College and of Magdalen Hall: Hobbes 
 and Tyndale, Charles James Fox, and 
 Clarendon. It gave me a singular delight 
 to find that my own dear Doctor Plot was 
 Dean of Magdalen Hall for some time in the 
 seventeenth century. 
 
 Having begun at the end we ended at the 
 beginning, and saw the old buttery, a veri- 
 table piece of the original Hart Hall. Then 
 we went outside the old boundary and across 
 the street to the newest of new buildings 
 again, only to find ourselves amongst the 
 
64 THEIR OXFORD YEAR 
 
 oldest of the old; for here is the Chapel of 
 Our Lady at Smith Gate; it was 'built as 
 'tis said by one Whobberdie ' (de Hybberdine) ; 
 ' and that it always stood open for passengers 
 to pray/ especially ' for candidates who 
 took degrees to pray for the regents/ who 
 granted or withheld degrees in the Schools 
 hard by. 
 
 In your time the Schools were still ' hard 
 by ' ; now the buildings remain, but only 
 the inscriptions over the doors remind the 
 passer-by of what was once their use. It 
 was a good thought that came to some one 
 to put these inscriptions over the doors in 
 letters of gold on a blue ground, for they 
 serve to remind the most unthinking of the 
 purpose for which these buildings were 
 originally destined, and, at the same time, 
 to refresh his memory as to the several 
 branches of the mediaeval curriculum. Also, 
 in 1901, the corbel stones of each door were 
 carved with the heads of the learned, the 
 wise, and the good. It is pleasant to find 
 that of a woman Margaret, Countess of 
 Richmond who founded the earliest endowed 
 chair in the University, amongst these heads. 
 Only a very logically minded person would 
 pause and reflect on the oddity of the circum- 
 stance that Woman may endow but must 
 
MICHAELMAS TERM 65 
 
 not expect to partake of endowments. It is, 
 no doubt, more truly feminine to give rather 
 than to receive. 
 
 Most of the space which was once given 
 up to ' the Schools ' is now used by the 
 Bodleian Library, ' and is crammed, in every 
 story, and in every room, from floor to 
 ceiling, with printed books or manuscripts/ 
 I will bring back to you the little book from 
 which I quote these words A Bodleian 
 Guide for Visitors, by Andrew Clark and 
 you can read for yourself all that you do not 
 know about Bodley's Library, and refresh 
 your memory on all the points that used to 
 be familiar to you. 
 
 One thing, certainly, was not there in your 
 time. In what was formerly the ' Schola 
 Naturalis Philosophiae ' is now the 'Hope 
 Collection of Engraved Portraits and Books/ 
 Doesn't the very thought of it make your 
 mouth water? You, who love to look upon 
 the pictured face of any one whose books you 
 read or whose great deeds you hear! 'The 
 collection now comprises two hundred and 
 fifty thousand portraits, beside other prints. 
 The catalogue is not yet completed, but 
 even now an inquirer can generally be directed 
 to the likeness of any famous man he is 
 interested in/ 
 
66 THEIR OXFORD YEAR 
 
 You may be sure that I have knocked at 
 the knocker, for there is a veritable knocker 
 on the door, between the hours of eleven 
 and one, and two and four. How you would 
 love to see that bust of Goldwin Smith, which 
 shows him as he was before he crossed over 
 to our side of the water. 
 
 I delighted to see a picture of Cyril Jackson, 
 the great Dean of Christ Church, the object 
 of my Barre Roberts' awe. ' I have had no 
 more interviews with the Dean/ says he, 
 ' but I wear a band constantly, in expecta- 
 tion of being sent for to him, for I know, in 
 such a dreadful agitation as it would cause 
 me, I should forget all etceteras/ 
 
 Here, in Dighton's drawing of the great 
 Dean, one sees him, walking round Christ 
 Church meadows, just as Barre used to meet 
 him. ' I met the Dean to-day, and as I was 
 walking rather slow, he said, " I think, sir, 
 if I were of your age, I should walk a little 
 faster; I believe I could beat you now/' I 
 made no answer, but mended my pace/ 
 
 How changed are times and manners! 
 
 Where are the Dons of the old school who 
 took their stately walks clad, of course, 
 always in cap and gown in Christ Church 
 meadows ; where are the civil Undergraduates 
 who walked there also? 
 
MICHAELMAS TERM 
 
 67 
 
 If one goes now through Christ Church 
 meadows in the early afternoon, it may 
 probably be full of flannelled figures, all 
 rushing wildly to some sport or other. Pos- 
 sibly one may encounter such a modern Don 
 as is described by M. George Grappe in a 
 little brochure called Les Pierres d' Oxford: 
 
 ' Un graduate passa, libere de sa robe et de 
 la planche a mortier. La courte pipe de 
 bruyere aux levres, il langait en Tair de large 
 bouffees bleues de tabac virginien. II portait 
 sur la tete une casquette ronde, etait vetu 
 d'un costume elegant de cycliste et tenait 
 sous le bras une paire de raquettes.' 
 
 Is not this a gem of descriptive writing? 
 How is it that a Frenchman can convey so 
 vivid an impression while he is so painfully 
 inaccurate in his detail? Here is M. Grappe' s 
 impression of a typical Undergraduate : 
 
 ' A la sortie d'Eton ou de tout autre 
 public house, il est arrive a Oxford n' ay ant, 
 a cette epoque, qu'une tres vague teinte de 
 culture classique/ 
 
 How sentimental, too, is his view. He 
 describes the influence of his environment 
 upon a Balliol man : ' Devant son college, il 
 verra, a chaque instant du jour le fameux 
 Martyr's Memorial. II Tapercevra au passage 
 et ressentira quelque sentiment melancolique 
 
68 THEIR OXFORD YEAR 
 
 de ce souvenir perpetuellement evoque. . . . 
 La promenade, la " terrace walk/' ombragee 
 de noisetiers feuillus et d'ormeaux, on il 
 viendra rver, evoquera pour lui le souvenir 
 de tous les grands aines, plus nombreux ici 
 peut-etre qu'ailleurs/ 
 
 I do not think that many of the Under- 
 graduates whom it is my good fortune to 
 meet here are greatly influenced by the daily 
 sight of the Martyr's Memorial, or spend much 
 of their time in meditation under umbrageous 
 trees. 
 
 The first with whom I became acquainted 
 certainly wasted no portion of his valuable 
 time in any pursuit of that kind. He is 
 Moira Synge's nephew, and she had written 
 and told us to be friends. I sent to ask 
 would he come and see us at tea-time one 
 Sunday. He came at once: he said, frankly, 
 that he found our ' digs ' rather difficult to 
 discover. Had he come earlier in the term, 
 when all things were still strange to me, I 
 should have asked him what he meant, and 
 should have inquired into the etymology of 
 ' digs/ But I am learning to take all things 
 for granted that I see or hear at Oxford, 
 and not to ask for the meaning or the reason 
 of anything that seems strange. 
 
 Maurice Lynch was most affable and kind 
 
MICHAELMAS TERM 69 
 
 to me. His own tastes did not incline, I 
 found, so much to learning as to sport, and 
 he pitied me openly because I have not yet 
 seen any of the Cup Tie matches played. It 
 began to dawn slowly on him, as a horrid 
 possibility, that there are people in this world 
 who barely know the difference between 
 ' Rugger ' and ' Soccer.' 
 
 Now how should I know the difference? 
 You had never taught me anything of the 
 joy of standing all the afternoon on a narrow, 
 crowded plank, in a moist field, staring at 
 people playing a game of which I have but 
 a most imperfect understanding. This was 
 one of the possible joys of Oxford which did 
 not exist for the Oxford ladies of your day, 
 so how could you describe it to me ? 
 
 The good Maurice will never, I fear, take 
 me with him again. 
 
 Firstly, because I was foolishly agitated 
 about my personal safety, the ball showed 
 such a disconcerting tendency to rush into 
 the crowd at unexpected places and moments. 
 It did knock the handle off my favourite 
 umbrella, and I felt that I ought to be glad 
 that it was not my head that was lost. Then 
 I committed a fatal indiscretion by talking 
 in public on a subject of which I had no 
 knowledge. 
 
70 THEIR OXFORD YEAR 
 
 ' I thought/ I said to Maurice, ' that there 
 were things called scrums in football; do be 
 sure to tell me when there is going to be a 
 scrum/ 
 
 I felt that poor Maurice shuddered, and I 
 saw that he glanced hastily at the surrounding 
 ladies, who looked most wise and talked in 
 a most knowing manner about the game. 
 
 ' O Mrs. Goodenough/ murmured he, 
 ' there are no scrums in Soccer, don't you 
 know/ 
 
 I did not wish to cover with confusion the 
 honest youth who was so kind to me, so I 
 spoke no more, and only clapped when I 
 saw that every one else was preparing to clap 
 too. 
 
 His was a generous nature. He condoned 
 my horrid blunder by coming back to tea 
 with me and consuming the crackers which 
 Mr. Bayzand's niece, who keeps house for 
 him, had permitted me to make in her kitchen 
 and to bake in her oven. He says that next 
 term he will get a ticket for me to hear a 
 debate at the Union. I could see that he 
 was working out in his mind the problem 
 of what he could do for a person whose range 
 of intelligent interests is so limited as my own. 
 
 So I fear that you must form your im- 
 pressions of what Oxford athletics are in 
 
MICHAELMAS TERM 71 
 
 the present day from the pages of the Oxford 
 Magazine or the Isis. These I will send to 
 you, and under the heading ' Athletics ' you 
 may read in their pages a true account of 
 the doings of ordinary persons and of the 
 exploits of ' Blues/ those Olympians of the 
 world of sport : 
 
 ' Simply asking now and then 
 
 If you 're ordinary men, 
 Or phenomena celestial who are granted to our ken : ' 
 
 When I return I will explain to you for 
 by that time, doubtless, I shall know myself 
 what a half-blue is; by that time, perhaps, 
 I may have mastered some of the terms 
 which are now so much Hebrew to me, and I 
 may be able to translate them to you in an 
 intelligible manner. But it would be an 
 easier task for me, I think, to undertake to 
 study the dialects of India than those of the 
 different branches of athletics. As fast as 
 I learn exactly what it is that prevents 
 Smith who is said to have a ( terrible 
 bucket ' and to ' bounce his recovery ' from 
 being a perfect oarsman, I am confronted 
 with, and fail to understand, a description 
 of the imperfections of Robinson at hockey. 
 ' He must/ I read, ' avoid giving sticks at 
 clearing. It is difficult to prevent their scoring 
 from a bully so close to goal/ 
 
72 THEIR OXFORD YEAR 
 
 It is clear, I think, that I must retire, as 
 gracefully as may be, from this world of whose 
 language I cannot master even the rudiments. 
 I did go and look on at the College Sports, 
 but * the day was bad and the situation 
 draughty, and my enthusiasm could not pre- 
 vent me from catching a very bad cold. 
 
 Obviously I am intended by nature to have 
 belonged to the pre-sporting era in Oxford, 
 and I had better retreat there, in spirit, as 
 soon as I possibly can. 
 
 I do not like to have any painful memories 
 connected with any part of my existence 
 here, so I will quote yet one more verse from 
 that priceless and comforting poem for you, 
 and then I will have done with the subject 
 for ever : 
 
 ' When I read my weekly Isis (as I usually do), 
 I peruse with veneration the achievements of the Blue : 
 Where his catalogue of virtues is hebdomadally penned 
 By the callow admiration of a sympathetic friend : 
 He 's the idol every week 
 Of a sympathetic clique 
 
 For his prowess on the River or his ignorance of Greek ; 
 And the Freshman, while the record he assiduously 
 
 cons, 
 
 Sees a model and ensample for the guidance of his 
 Dons ! ' 
 
 But you will see, when you get your Isis 
 every week, that it is not only the Blue who 
 
MICHAELMAS TERM 73 
 
 is its idol. Every week it has an ' idol/ that 
 is to say, it has an article on some prominent 
 Oxford person and a portrait of him : usually 
 he is a ' Junior Member of the University/ 
 otherwise an Undergraduate, but not in- 
 variably. Sometimes he is a less important 
 person a Graduate, or even some one who 
 is not a ' 'Varsity Man ' at all. The Isis 
 gallery of pen and photographic portraits 
 will form valuable material for the historian 
 of the latter part of the nineteenth and the 
 early days of the twentieth century. 
 
 But the day is drawing near when our 
 weekly Isis will cease for a time, because 
 there will be no reason for its existence. 
 The talk at the parties to which we go now 
 almost invariably begins with the question, 
 ' And what plans have you made for spending 
 the vacation ? ' 
 
 I, too, must draw to a close. I must leave 
 my dear little home, where I have dwelt for 
 two delicious months under the shadow of 
 New College tower. 
 
 We shall be very happy elsewhere, no 
 doubt, but nowhere else, I think, can we 
 possibly feel so much at home, so beautifully 
 a part of our surroundings as we do here. 
 
 How I shall miss my mornings in the 
 Camera, or the late afternoons which I some- 
 
74 THEIR OXFORD YEAR 
 
 times spent there, when I would look up 
 from my book and see the sunset reddening 
 the Oxford sky and making her grey towers 
 glow rosily. 
 
 I had just accumulated, too, a little pile 
 of delightful books which were held ' in 
 reserve ' for me; one of them is a volume 
 published in 1884 by the Oxford Historical 
 Society, Letters of Richard Radcliffe and John 
 James. Herein I read the letters of a father 
 and son who were at Queen's College in the 
 eighteenth century. Another volume is called 
 The Fothergills of Ravenstonedale, and this, 
 also, is about three brothers from a family 
 of Dalesmen who came to the College about 
 the same time as the Jameses. One brother 
 became in due time Provost of Queen's, and 
 another was made Principal of St. Edmund 
 Hall. 
 
 How I came to be reading these two books 
 I cannot tell you, but, as our dear Mr. Bayzand 
 says, ' The one thing leads to the other till 
 you can't tell t'other from which.' 
 
 Do you remember how Mr. Squeers used to 
 teach the poor boys at Dotheboys Hall ? 
 First he made them spell (or mis-spell) a word, 
 and then he sent them to make practical 
 application of that word. ' We go upon the 
 practical mode of teaching, Nickleby the 
 
MICHAELMAS TERM 75 
 
 regular education system. C-1-e-a-n, clean, 
 verb active, to make bright, to scour. W-i-n, 
 win, d-e-r, winder, a casement. When the 
 boy knows this out of book, he goes and does 
 it/ Well, it is on the Squeersian system 
 that I would endeavour to conduct my sight- 
 seeing in Oxford. Surely the nicest way of 
 seeing sights is first to catch your hare, in 
 the shape of some human interest in a place, 
 and then to cook it by going to see that place. 
 In this instance my hares were the Jameses 
 and the Fothergills: I caught them in the 
 Camera and I cooked them at Queen's 
 College. I very much delighted both in the 
 object of the chase and in the chase itself. 
 This desultory reading of mine has no doubt 
 its drawbacks and its disappointments, but 
 these are counterbalanced by its discoveries 
 and its delights. It must be very improving 
 and pleasant to sail on the sea of Learning 
 in a well-found, stately ship, fully equipped 
 and provisioned for a well-planned voyage. 
 But it is charming, if you have no ship, to 
 drop into a little cock-boat and to roam along 
 an unknown coast, exploring each inlet and 
 landing on each islet, just as the stream or 
 the fancy of the moment takes you. I could 
 pursue this metaphor to its very end, though 
 pursuing metaphors is dangerous work, I 
 
76 THEIR OXFORD YEAR 
 
 know; but there is surely something sweeter 
 far and more enticing about these little 
 voyages into the unknown than there can be 
 about all the great and learned expeditions. 
 Each little seaward hamlet, in whose tiny 
 harbour you cast anchor, has the charm of 
 the unexpected when you know nothing of 
 the land that lies behind it. I am not sure 
 that a lack of early education and strict train- 
 ing does not sometime prove to be one's 
 greatest blessing. When all is fresh and 
 new, all must be delightful and interesting. 
 Greatest of all joys is the joy of the un- 
 expected, and how seldom it can come to 
 those who are possessed of an all-embracing 
 knowledge. May I be kept from the little 
 knowledge which is proverbially a dangerous 
 thing, and from the great knowledge which 
 is often a burden only to its possessor. 
 
 Now all this talk leads on to that freshness 
 of interest with which I read what the letters 
 of the Jameses and their friends had to tell 
 of life at Oxford in the middle and end of 
 the eighteenth century, and, more particu- 
 larly, about life at Queen's College, and of the 
 lives and letters of the Fothergill brothers. 
 
 Even in those days one comes across that 
 most ancient of grumbles, ' Alas ! things are 
 not as they used to be ! ' Did Noah, I wonder, 
 
MICHAELMAS TERM 77 
 
 first employ it, saying, ' Ah! how differently 
 arranged everything was before that tiresome 
 flood came and upset us '? 
 
 In December 1780 one finds Mr. Boucher 
 writing to Mr. James : ' Oxford, I am afraid, 
 everywhere is no longer what it was ; there 
 is a frivolousness prevailing in other places 
 besides Queen's/ 
 
 In some ways it is as well that things have 
 changed. In 1779 J. James, Junior, writes 
 to Mr. Boucher : ' The Fellows of a College, 
 that spend half their lives in poring over 
 newspapers and smoking tobacco, seem to 
 live to no end, to be cut off from all the 
 dearer interests of society, to possess, or at 
 least to exert, no benevolence/ 
 
 Here, indeed, has Oxford changed for the 
 better in one hundred and thirty years. 
 
 The Radcliffes and the Jameses seem all 
 to have belonged to the ' comfortable classes/ 
 They travelled in stage-coaches and, if they 
 found these inconvenient or uncomfortable, 
 they did not hesitate to take a post-chaise. 
 
 The Fothergills were in a very different 
 case. The eldest son, George, went up to 
 Oxford in 1822 by the carrier's cart, and here 
 is a pathetic reference to the poverty which 
 hampered him in his first letter to his parents. 
 ' I have great need/ he writes, ' of another 
 
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 pair of sheets, and none in College but myself 
 wear yarn stockings/ 
 
 The burden of his letters home is generally 
 his need of money or of clothes : ' I shall 
 make the clothes I have serve over Winter, 
 and as long as I can. I was forced to get 
 both coats turned, and the odd piece of camlet 
 which I brought up did a great deal of good 
 in the turning of the camlet coat/ 
 
 And does not this bring before you the 
 misery that is suffered by those who are 
 both poor and proud ? ' My coat was a 
 little taken notice of at first, but is now by 
 use grown unheeded/ 
 
 Later on this poor George was thankful 
 to obtain the position of a servitor : ' I cannot 
 tell well what we Servitors do. We are seven 
 of us, and we wait upon the Batchelors, 
 Gent. Commoners, and Commoners at meals. 
 We carry in their Commons out of the kitchen 
 into the Hall, and their bread and beer out 
 of the Buttery. I call up one Gentleman 
 Commoner, which is ten shillings a quarter 
 when he 's in town, and three Commoners, 
 which are five shillings each on the same 
 conditions. My Servitor's place saves me, 
 I believe, about thirty shillings a quarter 
 in battels, one quarter with another/ 
 
 Poor George Fothergill ! His brother, 
 
MICHAELMAS TERM 79 
 
 Thomas, over whose College career he 
 watched so carefully, became Provost of 
 Queen's, but the good George died in 1760, 
 having attained only to the Principalship of 
 St. Edmund Hall. 
 
 So here was my human interest, and, when 
 some one offered to show Queen's College to 
 me, I jumped at the offer in what was not, 
 I trust, an ungraceful manner. 
 
 I saw the two magnificent libraries, one 
 above the other. The lower one opens out 
 into a charming garden, a real Fellows 
 Garden, sacred from the invading and ubiqui- 
 tous tourist. Here the only company of the 
 Student who reads in the garden are the six 
 stony gentlemen and ladies who regard him 
 from their niches in the fagade of the Library. 
 Company enough they are Queen Philippa 
 and Queen Henrietta Maria and their Kings, 
 with the Founder and an Archbishop and 
 lesser persons. I wonder whether they were 
 any comfort to my poor friend George Fother- 
 gill when he spent his vacations here in 
 loneliness and poverty, or whether to him 
 they were stony images and nothing more, 
 and he found no comfort in them? It is a 
 beautifully academic garden : in front the 
 fretted towers of All Souls: on the right the 
 long line of New College seen across New 
 
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 College Lane : on the left is the Provost's 
 Garden. There is nothing new to be seen from 
 it save the east end of the new Chapel at 
 Hertford. We were standing here in the 
 very heart of the University. 
 
 ' From the garden we passed to the Chapel, 
 an imposing eighteenth-century building set 
 with windows more surprising than beautiful 
 by Van Lingh. Duly, also, we admired the 
 screen which was carved by Grinling Gibbons. 
 Did I tell you that I saw a description of 
 some modern carving lately which was said 
 to be ' in high relief like that of Grindling 
 and Gibbon ' ? 
 
 From the Chapel we went to the Common 
 Room, and here it was difficult to tell whether 
 the greater charm was inside or outside. 
 
 Inside there were portraits of kings and 
 queens and other persons, but more especially 
 of queens, because the College was founded 
 by Robert Eglesfield, the chaplain of Queen 
 Philippa; he called it 'the Hall of the 
 Scholars of the Queen.' 
 
 Outside there was again that wonderful 
 view of Collegiate buildings. While we wer 
 gazing at the queer pinnacled towers whi 
 Hawksmoor built for All Souls, our gui< 
 told us of the strange sight which might hav 
 been observed there, and the strange sound; 
 

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 which were to be heard on the night of 
 January the fourteenth, nineteen hundred. 
 Along the battlements and over the roofs 
 went a procession of the Fellows of the 
 College, with torches in their hands, seeking 
 for the lost Mallard of All Souls, and singing 
 this ditty: 
 
 ' The Romans once admired a gander, 
 More than they did their chief commander ; 
 Because he saved, if some don't fool us, 
 The place that 's calPd from the scull of Tolus. 
 
 Oh, by the blood of King Edward ! 
 It was a swapping, swapping Mallard ! ' 
 
 The guide-books call this a ' singular 
 custom/ as indeed it is; it is said to com- 
 memorate the discovery of a very large 
 drake in a drain at the digging of the founda- 
 tions of the College. 
 
 The eyes which watched these strange 
 doings from the Common Room at Queen's, 
 or from other vantage spots, will never watch 
 them again, for they take place now only 
 every hundred years. 
 
 From the Common Rooms we crossed a 
 long anteroom filled, too, with portraits. It 
 was here that I looked upon the face of 
 Doctor Thomas Fothergill, who lived to be 
 Provost of Queen's. I shall have to beg 
 
82 THEIR OXFORD YEAR 
 
 my way into St. Edmund Hall across the 
 way, if I want to see the portrait of Brother 
 George. 
 
 Opening out of this anteroom there are 
 three curtained recesses from which one can 
 look down into the Hall. Through the 
 middle one we looked, and we had to hush 
 our voices, for a lecture was going on there. 
 It was an impressive sight, all the more 
 interesting because it was so foreshortened; 
 one took in all the down-bent heads, all the 
 note-books and the hands which scribbled 
 in them, and all the pieces of red blotting- 
 paper. Also the lecturer who paced the 
 dais. Now and again he returned to his 
 high desk and refreshed himself with his 
 notes. All this we saw, as the birds of the 
 air, or the angels in heaven might have 
 seen it. 
 
 If we had been staying here through the 
 vacation we might have been invited to 
 witness a very different ceremony from this 
 alcove. On Christmas night there is high 
 revelry in the Hall of Queen's College: the 
 Fellows dine right royally, and a great boar's 
 head, prepared in the College kitchen, sur- 
 mounted by a crown and wreathed with 
 gilded sprays of laurel and bay, mistletoe 
 and rosemary, is brought into the Hall. It 
 
MICHAELMAS TERM 83 
 
 is preceded by the Provost and the Fellows, 
 and in front of it goes the Precentor, singing: 
 
 ' The boar's head in hand bear I, 
 Bedecked with bays and rosemary ; 
 And I pray you, masters, merry be ! 
 Quotquot estis in convivio. 
 Caput apri defero, 
 Reddens laudes Domino. 
 
 The boar's head, as I understand, 
 Is the bravest dish in all the land ; 
 Being thus bedecked with a gay garland, 
 Let us servire cantico. 
 
 Caput apri defero, 
 
 Reddens laudes Domino. 
 
 Our steward hath provided this, 
 In honour of the King of Bliss, 
 Which on this day to be served is 
 In Reginensi Atrio. 
 
 Caput apri defero, 
 
 Reddens laudes Domino.' 
 
 Numerous persons are privileged to line 
 the Hall and to join in the refrain, and the 
 effect of Christmas jollity must indeed be 
 very pleasing. 
 
 I could not be here to see the dinner, nor 
 John to take a possible part in it, but we went 
 to the Buttery and saw the magnificent dish 
 upon which the boar's head is carried. We 
 saw the trumpet which calls the College to 
 
84 THEIR OXFORD YEAR 
 
 dinner, for Queen's men go always to dinner 
 to the sound of a trumpet. We saw the 
 beautiful College plate, salt-cellars which 
 would hold salt for an army, tumblers which 
 actually tumble, peg-tankards and black 
 jacks. These things are possessed by other 
 Colleges, but only Queen's has a Wassail cup 
 which was the gift of a queen five hundred 
 years ago. This cup it was our privilege to 
 see a wonderful horn mounted with gold 
 bands and on each band ' Wasseyl ' is in- 
 scribed. Out of this cup the Fellows drink 
 some modern equivalent for the mead of 
 their forefathers, on Gaudies and other great 
 College festivals. 
 
 (You may not have taught me the difference 
 between Rugby football and the Association 
 variety, but you did teach me to know a 
 Gaudy should I happen to come across one.) 
 
 After we had seen so much of Queen's, we 
 went out through that little gate which 
 leads into New College Lane and so across 
 to St. Edmund Hall to look for George 
 Fothergill. 
 
 Now by that little gate hangs a tale which 
 illustrates and explains many things in Oxford. 
 When the College was first built in the four- 
 teenth century the principal gateway was 
 next to the chapel and faced St. Edmund 
 
MICHAELMAS TERM 85 
 
 Hall across New College Lane. Over this gate- 
 way were the rooms of King Henry the Fifth 
 when he was an Undergraduate at Queen's. 
 
 When the great rebuilding of the College 
 took place in the eighteenth century, the 
 chief entrance was placed in the centre of the 
 magnificent fagade on the High Street. But 
 no porter's lodge was provided at the fine 
 new gate; the porter had always been at 
 the east gate, and at the east gate he re- 
 mained. The entrance to the College con- 
 tinued to be where it had always been. It 
 was there in fact when Henry the Fifth was 
 king, and there, in theory, it remained until 
 Edward the Seventh sat upon the throne. 
 
 O restless and dissatisfied generation! why 
 move and alter those things that your fathers 
 set in their places! 
 
 Pondering these matters we found ourselves 
 outside the gate which has taken so long to 
 reach its destined place as a private entrance 
 into the College, and we went over to St. 
 Edmund Hall, where we duly found George 
 Fothergill. 
 
 A queer little place is ' Teddy Hall/ but 
 not to be despised, for it is the last of those 
 ancient pre-collegiate institutions the Halls 
 of Oxford. 
 
 When I returned to read it up in Ingram's 
 
86 THEIR OXFORD YEAR 
 
 Memorials of Oxford, I found that ' it was 
 named after Edmund, Archbishop of Canter- 
 bury, who delivered lectures here about 
 1219.' Some of the present buildings are 
 of the fifteenth century, and there is nothing 
 offensively modern about any part of it. 
 George Fothergill had a quiet and pleasant 
 spot to end his days in after all his struggles 
 and difficulties. 
 
 When I went home and read my guide- 
 books or hied me to the Camera and looked 
 up the references to what I had been seeing, 
 I found, naturally, that I had by no means 
 exhausted the interest of even this one 
 College. The Boar's head dinner is not 
 the only festival which brings Queen's people 
 together at Christmas time. On New Year's 
 Day the Bursar, ' having as many needles 
 threaded as there are members staying in 
 the College, when dinner is ended, goes to 
 each in succession, presenting a needle with 
 its accompanying thread, addressing him with 
 the pithy sentence, " Aiguille et fil " " Take 
 this and be thrifty," which being sounded 
 similar to the Founder's name i.e. Egles- 
 field forms a rebus.' 
 
 Mrs. Oglander told me that she met a man 
 at a dance on New Year's night who had 
 just come from this dinner, and there, stuck 
 
MICHAELMAS TERM 87 
 
 in the lapel of his coat, was a needle with a 
 red thread twisted round it, in token that 
 he was a Fellow of Queen's and that he had 
 received his yearly admonition and reminder. 
 
 Had I been here this Christmas Vacation 
 I too might have had such a meeting to 
 chronicle for you; and had we been here 
 we should have been asked to the Magdalen 
 carol-singing on Christmas Eve. John would 
 have gone, with a Magdalen Don, into the 
 Hall, and I should have sat, with other wives 
 and daughters, in the gallery, while the 
 Magdalen choir sang to us. 
 
 The guide-book says that the Festivities 
 ' commence with selections from Handel's 
 oratorio, the " Messiah," followed by supper/ 
 and Mrs. Oglander tells me that mince pies 
 and what Mr. Bayzand calls ' such as that ' 
 circulate in the gallery. After supper fol- 
 low carols, ' the latter terminating with 
 Pearson's setting of the carol known as "In 
 Dulci Jubilo," ' for eight leading voices: 
 
 ' In dulci jubilo, 
 
 Let us our homage show, 
 Our hearts' Joy reclineth, 
 
 In praesepio, 
 
 And like a bright star shineth, 
 Matris in gremio, 
 Alpha es et O ! 
 Alpha es et O ! 
 
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 O patris caritas ! 
 
 O Nati lenitas ! 
 Deeply were we stained 
 
 Per nostra crimina ; 
 But Thou hast for us gained 
 Ccelorum gaudia, 
 
 O that we were there ! 
 O that we were there ! 
 
 Ubi sunt gaudia, 
 
 Where, if they be not there ? 
 There are angels singing 
 
 Nova cantica, 
 
 There the bells are ringing, 
 In Regis curia. 
 
 O that we were there ! 
 O that we were there ! ' 
 
 After the carol there is silence until the 
 clock strikes twelve, ' then the choir, aided 
 by the guests, once more breaks forth into 
 melody, and Pergolesi's " Gloria in Excelsis" 
 closes the musical part of the Christmas Eve 
 festivity/ Then the Magdalen bells ring 
 out above, in their tower, and the Magdalen 
 Grace-cup circulates in the Hall below, and, 
 had we been there, we should all have come 
 home with a Merry Christmas to all our 
 friends and a Happy New Year for all. 
 
 Had it been any use to lay plans for being 
 in two places at once I would have planned 
 to spend Christmas in Oxford as well as at 
 Ballinavoy. 
 
MICHAELMAS TERM 89 
 
 John, as usual, is my comfort and support: 
 he it is who prevents me from useless pining 
 and regret. ' Seen sights/ says he, ' are 
 sweet, but, oh believe me ! Bridgeteen, those 
 unseen are sweeter/ He believes, he says, 
 in the good old-fashioned remedy of a hair 
 of the dog that bit you, and he prescribes for 
 my complaint ' a course of ancient guide- 
 book.' ' So that you need not confine your 
 yearning after the sights that you cannot 
 see to the present day, but can think of all 
 the sights that you might have seen had you 
 been in Oxford some hundred years ago/ 
 
 Then my good husband proceeded to tease 
 me, and as silent men do, he teases to per- 
 fection. 
 
 ' If/ said he, ' you had been here in 1749, 
 you might have gone to the Library of St. 
 John's College, and in a room adjacent to 
 the Library you might have seen various 
 Curiosities, such as are described in a volume 
 by the Rev. John Pointer, called Oxoniensis 
 Academia : or the Antiquities and Curiosities 
 of the University of Oxford, " a Letter from a 
 Deaf and Dumb Lady/' " Virginian Spiders 
 with Bodies as big as Nutmegs," " Mouth- 
 writing, Toe-writing and Elbow- writing," and 
 above all, Bridget, " a Flea chain' d, a Silver 
 Chain of 30 Links, and but one inch long." 
 
90 THEIR OXFORD YEAR 
 
 Where now is that Flea? It is useless to 
 seek it at St. John's. How can you bear to 
 stay in a place which once contained so great 
 a curiosity. Let us hence to Ballinavoy and 
 forget that Oxford and all its treasures lies 
 behind us/ 
 
 ' I will reward you, John/ I replied, ' for 
 having spoken some hundred odd words in 
 succession, a feat which you have not accom- 
 plished for many a long day, and which is, 
 I know, a serious effort to you. I will reward 
 you, I repeat, by grumbling no more and by 
 ceasing to cherish any vain regrets/ 
 
 ' Good girl/ said John, and ceased from 
 talking for several hours after. 
 
 Our visit to Queen's was our last formal 
 sight-seeing in Oxford for a whole month to 
 come. 
 
 We are waiting just over the Sunday after 
 Term, because it seems best not to compete 
 for places in the trains which are carrying 
 some three thousand young persons in vary- 
 ing directions. Long lines of cabs stand at 
 the College gates, and luggage drays are 
 groaning under the load of bags and book- 
 boxes which the economically-minded 
 despatch by them. 
 
 The banks are full of young men who are 
 drawing out money to take them home. 
 
MICHAELMAS TERM 91 
 
 Here, again, one recognises the Freshman, 
 who tries to look as though writing cheques 
 had long been a familiar occupation to him. 
 
 The book-shops have been rilled for days 
 past with thoughtful Undergraduates who 
 think that their Christmas presents may just 
 as well figure in their general book bills. 
 
 ' Oh, hang it ! ' I heard one ingenuous youth 
 say to another, ' what rotters you clever 
 chaps are. What J s the use of knowing all 
 about books if you can't tell me what to buy 
 for my aunt? ' 
 
 How I longed to say, in the interest of the 
 aunt, ' Oh, do not buy that work with the 
 coloured illustrations, descriptive of a country 
 to which she has, probably, no wish to go 
 nor does she want to hear about it.' But 
 even that would have been better than the 
 new commentary on the Psalms which he 
 did ultimately buy for her. 
 
 But the place seems to throb with de- 
 parture, and we too must depart. 
 
HILARY TERM 
 
When I hanker for a statement that is practical and dry 
 
 (Being sated with sensation in excess, 
 With the vespertinal rumour and the matutinal lie 
 
 Which adorn the lucubrations of the Press), 
 Then I turn me to the columns where there 's nothing to 
 attract, 
 
 Or the interest to waken and to whet, 
 And I revel in a banquet of unmitigated fact 
 
 In the Oxford University Gazette. 
 
 In that soporific journal you may stupefy the mind 
 
 With the influence narcotic that it draws 
 From the Latest Information about Scholarships Combined 
 
 Or the contemplated changes in a clause : 
 Place me somewhere that is far from the Standard and the 
 Star, 
 
 From the fever and the literary fret, 
 And the harassed spirit 's balm be the academic calm 
 
 Of the Oxford University Gazette \ 
 
 A. D. GODLEY. 
 
HILARY TERM 
 
 WE are back again. I enjoyed the 
 Vacation and our time in Ireland, 
 but I did not know how Oxford held my 
 heart until I found myself turning in under 
 the archway that leads to Holyfields Court. 
 I am so glad to be beginning again my happy 
 life under the shadow of New College tower. 
 
 This Term does not give one, of course, 
 quite that wonderful sense of the renewal of 
 life which the opening of a new Academic 
 Year brings with it. Last Term the Fresh- 
 men were all as fresh as only Freshers can 
 be. The pleased spectator saw them being 
 brought up and settled in by their attendant 
 relatives. With a singular delight I myself 
 watched them shopping on their own account. 
 
 Even in the time of my dear young friend 
 Barre Roberts of ' The House/ the Freshman 
 took upon himself, for the first time, the 
 cares of housekeeping. Barre' s first letters 
 home are all descriptive of the trouble that 
 he had to get his rooms ready. ' You have 
 
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96 THEIR OXFORD YEAR 
 
 no idea/ says he, ' what trouble I had to get 
 the rascally painter ; he came at eight yester- 
 day, as he promised, went away at ten, and 
 had not returned at half-past two, when I 
 ran in a violent rage to the shop, vowed I 
 would have him before the Vice-Chancellor 
 immediately, never pay his bill till a court of 
 justice had decided it, and finally ordered 
 him not to go to the rooms any more, when 
 lo ! having stopped at Badcock's five minutes 
 on my return home, on my arrival I found two 
 men hard at work (before there had been but 
 one), so it ended in the man's making sundry 
 apologies, and my giving him a shilling when 
 he had quite done. My carpet is beautiful; 
 I have a piece of floorcloth nailed by the door, 
 and a mat ; the paper is very light, and alto- 
 gether, I never shall desire a better or more 
 handsome sitting-room: the bedroom would 
 certainly be better if it were twice the size/ 
 
 As bedrooms were in Barre's day so they 
 are now, and so, I suppose, they will continue 
 to be. 
 
 I have gathered, in the course of my reading, 
 and I trust that I am right in my facts, 
 though I cannot give chapter and verse for 
 them, that the ancient plan was to put two 
 men to sleep in the large room which now 
 has become one man's sitting-room, while 
 
HILARY TERM 97 
 
 each man studied in the little slip of a room 
 which is now the bedroom. 
 
 Your room-mate was called delightful 
 term ! your chamber dekyn. 
 
 Now times and customs are changed, and 
 an Undergraduate's ' bedder/ in the older 
 parts of a College, is a thing to wonder at. 
 
 But I have wandered off into talking to 
 you about Freshmen and kindred topics, 
 and what I meant to have discoursed upon 
 was the subject of the lines which I have 
 put at the beginning of this the second of 
 my green diary books. 
 
 Anxious as we are to make the very most 
 of our year in Oxford and to experience to 
 the full every possible sensation with which 
 it can furnish us, we turn, as turns the sun- 
 flower to the sun, to the ' satisfying prose ' 
 of the Oxford University Gazette. 
 
 Here we can see each week what oppor- 
 tunities may be ours in the way of Lectures, 
 University Sermons, and solemn diversions of 
 that kind. 
 
 I don't think that there can have been a 
 Gazette in your time, for it is but in its 
 infancy, as we reckon things in Oxford, 
 merely at No. 1230, Vol. xxxvm. 
 
 But I was mistaken in thinking that the 
 Oxford of your day was without a Calendar. 
 
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 One of my latest treasures is a copy of the 
 first of the Calendars which was issued in 
 1810. It is a much thinner and less important- 
 looking volume than my fat maroon Calendar 
 of 1908; it is graced with a little picture of 
 the Camera in its pre-railing days, and it 
 contains much which is of interest to one who 
 is anxious to enjoy not only the Oxford of 
 to-day but the Oxford of a hundred years 
 ago. 
 
 I turned its pages eagerly to see whether 
 I could find any traces in them of my Barre 
 Roberts. Alas! poor dear, here, as else- 
 where, ill luck pursued him. Here, in the 
 list of those who took their B.A. degree on 
 November 23rd, 1809, is the name of his 
 great friend, John William Mackie of Ch. Ch., 
 but Barre himself was then cold in his grave. 
 In one of his letters to Mackie he writes : 
 ' Your kitchen news struck me to the ground 
 with astonishment. As soon as I came to 
 Oxford they altered the statute of examina- 
 tion; as soon as I left they reformed the 
 kitchen. I have undergone the worst of 
 both.' 
 
 Now we may add to this : ' As soon as he 
 was dead they started a Calendar/ 
 
 But how far from my subject have I not 
 strayed again. My subject was the Uni- 
 
HILARY TERM 99 
 
 versity Gazette, and the object at which I 
 was aiming and on which I meant to discourse 
 to you, was Congregation. 
 
 1 You must come/ said John, ' one day to 
 Congregation. I will look in the Gazette 
 and see when there is going to be something 
 that will interest you/ 
 
 So when he came, Gazette in hand, one 
 Tuesday, and told me that we must have 
 luncheon early and I must be prepared to 
 start with him for the Congregation House, 
 I felt sure that I was going to be interested. 
 
 Now you could not have gone to Congrega- 
 tion, because you were only an Undergraduate, 
 and the way in which the University was 
 governed was not taken to be any concern of 
 yours. Far as the University has advanced 
 since your day it is still far from allowing for 
 any democratic leanings in this direction on 
 the part of its alumni. 
 
 John, duly arrayed in cap and gown, can 
 go because he is a Member of Convocation, 
 and Convocation is made up of all those 
 Doctors and Masters whose names are on 
 the University books, but he cannot vote 
 in Congregation, because Congregation is 
 composed only of those Members of Convoca- 
 tion who reside within a mile and a half of 
 Carfax. I do not tell you this so much 
 
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 because I think that it may be unknown to 
 you, as because of my desire to impress it 
 rightly on my own mind. 
 
 I was taken, of course, as an intelligent 
 onlooker. 
 
 Sometimes the attendance at Congregation 
 is very meagre. The hour is early; for those 
 who live ' in the Parks ' do not find it easy 
 to return home to luncheon and to be back 
 at the Congregation House by two o'clock. 
 
 To-day, however, there were more people 
 than usual, because a great American Pro- 
 fessor was taking an honorary degree. 
 
 John brought me in and placed me with 
 my back to the door, on the top row of the 
 hard, narrow benches which were considered 
 luxurious enough for the Graduates of the 
 seventeenth century. 
 
 Mrs. Oglander was already sitting there, 
 and when John had put me beside her he 
 joined Mr. Oglander on a seat below. 
 
 This was very nice for me, as Mrs. Oglander 
 has been here long enough to know who 's 
 who, and she could point out to me who all 
 the people were, and could tell me why, in all 
 probability, they had come. 
 
 ' The group of smiling ladies on your left/ 
 said she, ' are the pleased relations of the 
 recipient of an honorary D.Sc. You can 
 
HILARY TERM 101 
 
 always tell a Doctor of Science or Letters 
 from any other kind of Doctor because his 
 gown is of an unforgettable ugliness. Look 
 on the bold but beautiful blend of crimson 
 and scarlet in a D.C.L. gown, and the singular 
 appropriateness and the sombre dignity of 
 the black velvet and scarlet of a D.D., and 
 then turn to the horrid combination of flaring 
 scarlet and cold raw grey which was all that 
 the nineteenth century could invent in colour 
 combinations. Fancy the torment of an 
 artist of sensibility who had to paint a portrait 
 of a Doctor in such a gown.' 
 
 Mrs. Oglander told me that it is my duty 
 to buy and send home to you a little book 
 on The Degree Ceremony and a complete set 
 of post-cards illustrative of Oxford degrees 
 and their corresponding gowns. 
 
 I find myself doing instinctively all that 
 this lady directs me to do; her personality 
 is so compelling as well as so charming, and 
 she seems to have made such a success of her 
 own life, it appears to be foolish not to try 
 and emulate her methods and to follow her 
 advice. 
 
 She told me that the reason why Mrs. 
 Bent was in the centre of the group of Ameri- 
 can friends and relations, was because her 
 husband is one of the leading Philosophers 
 
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 here; he had, probably, said Mrs. Oglander, 
 taken a prominent part in proposing that a 
 degree should be conferred on the Professor. 
 
 Soon there came in other members of the 
 Philosophic Faculty, Professors and teachers. 
 The Doctors, in their scarlet gowns, made 
 effective patches of colour against the panelled 
 walls. These walls were a lovely background, 
 too, for the fair, bright faces and the pretty 
 dresses of the womenfolk. 
 
 There came a little stir, and we all stood 
 up when the Vice-Chancellor entered preceded 
 by Bedels with silver maces in their hands, 
 and followed by the Proctors and the 
 Registrar. 
 
 Then came the Professor, duly attired in 
 his gown. (' Hired for the occasion, only/ 
 murmured Mrs. Oglander to me.) 
 
 He was introduced to the Vice-Chancellor 
 by an already-established Doctor of Letters. 
 His works and his merits were duly eulogised ; 
 but the eulogy was all in sonorous Latin, 
 and it was only a word here and there that 
 I was able to understand. 
 
 ' Do you know what it is all about? ' I 
 whispered to Mrs. Oglander. 
 
 ' No/ said she. 
 
 ' But you look as if you understood it all/ 
 said I. 
 
HILARY TERM 103 
 
 ' Eyeglasses/ said she. 
 
 ' Aided by intelligence, surely? ' said I. 
 
 ' Not much of it/ was her answer. 
 
 She told me later that she had suffered all 
 her life from being what she called ' over- 
 expressioned/ ' It makes life so much easier/ 
 she lamented, ' if you are able to look stupider 
 and not cleverer than you really are, and if 
 your countenance is formed rather for the 
 concealment than for the exhibition of your 
 emotions and moods/ 
 
 After the degree was conferred, and when 
 the new Doctor had been greeted by the Vice- 
 Chancellor in a happy phrase, had shaken 
 hands with him, and had been motioned to 
 a seat beside him: when all this was over 
 the House entered upon the serious business 
 of Congregation. Many of the onlookers 
 left, but Mrs. Oglander and I remained, for 
 she was interested in some of the points that 
 were to be discussed, and I am interested in 
 everything. 
 
 Other members of Congregation began to 
 drop in, intent on bits of business. 
 
 John now handed up to us a copy of the 
 Gazette, so that we might be aware of what 
 was going on, for herein the University 
 Agenda for the day are duly set forth. 
 
 Some of it, of course, was not entertaining, 
 
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 except in so far that all detail must interest 
 some one. It was nothing to us that the 
 University Seal should be affixed to the 
 following instrument : 
 
 ' Deed of transfer to the University of 
 4800 Gas Light and Coke Company's Three 
 per cent. Debenture Stock, being the endow- 
 ment of Dr. Wilde's Lectureship in Natural 
 and Comparative Religion/ 
 
 But to some one, no doubt, the matter is 
 of overwhelming importance. 
 
 We realised the inwardness of the Poet's 
 words : ' The contemplated changes in a 
 clause/ when we saw that one change was 
 to be made: 
 
 i. In Statt. Tit. III. Sect. iv. 
 
 3, cl. 2, B. (4) (p. 40, ed. 1907). 
 
 After each proposed change or each piece 
 of fresh business, the consent of Congrega- 
 tion was duly asked : ' Placetne vobis, 
 Domini, Doctores, placetne vobis, Magistri/ 
 chanted the Vice-Chancellor, as in duty 
 bound, and the Proctors rose and raised 
 their caps. 
 
 So much amiability and single-mindedness 
 was really becoming a little monotonous, and 
 then, quite suddenly, when we thought that 
 everything was going so smoothly and that 
 no one ever meant to oppose anything, 
 
HILARY TERM 105 
 
 suddenly John looked round at us, and I 
 saw from the glint in his eye that the fun 
 was about to begin, that the fat had really 
 fallen into the fire at last. 
 
 The last proposal had seemed to us no 
 more inflammatory than those which had 
 preceded it, but that was only our ignorance, 
 and we soon saw how serious a matter it 
 was. One speaker after another rose, each 
 offering to die in the last ditch if that par- 
 ticular proposal were allowed to pass or not 
 to pass. 
 
 It seemed, as far as we ignorant women 
 could gather, to be a battle royal between 
 crabbed age and youth and their different 
 ideals : ' So it is now and so it shall ever be ' 
 against the Spirit of the Age. 
 
 There was excellent speaking on both sides, 
 but it is not possible to taste the full flavour 
 of jokes and allusions which one does not 
 understand. I am prevented, too, on this 
 account, from sending you a very coherent 
 narrative of what befell; of what, as a matter 
 of fact, they killed each other for. But it 
 was, obviously, a famous victory for some one. 
 
 Mr. Oglander was moved to speak at one 
 stage of the proceedings; there was some- 
 thing of the suave sledge-hammer about his 
 style which I thought most effective. 
 
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 When the speaking was over, the Proctors 
 arose and walked down each side of the 
 room to collect the votes of the House : each 
 held a little slip of paper in his hand on which 
 to record them. ' Placet ' or ' Non Placet/ 
 murmured each Member of Congregation in 
 response to the proctorial question. 
 
 Then the Proctors returned with their 
 papers, and they compared their lists, and the 
 Senior Proctor thus announced the result. 
 
 ' Majori parti placet: the numbers are 
 placets, twenty ; non-placets, fifteen. 
 
 It is very odd and quaint this mixture of 
 Latin and English. Mrs. Oglander says that 
 she loves to go to Congregation whenever she 
 can spare the time to do so: it always gives 
 her, she says, that wholly delightful sensation 
 of assisting at a ceremony which is carried 
 out nowhere else in exactly the same manner. 
 
 As we came away, Mrs. Bent asked us 
 whether we could not come to a tea-party 
 which she and Mr. Bent were giving in the 
 Common Room at Oriel to meet the newly- 
 created Doctor and his wife and family. 
 The Oglanders had already been asked, and 
 John and I accepted with pleasure. It was 
 what Mrs. Oglander described as a ' gathered 
 up ' party, that is to say, a party which 
 
HILARY TERM 107 
 
 grows as it goes along. ' Parties/ said she, 
 'are of two kinds, those that are given by 
 people who know how to give them, and those 
 that are given by people who don't. The 
 first, of course, is much the smaller category, 
 but both may be almost endlessly sub- 
 divided. I could make for you/ said she, 
 ' a Synopsis of Party-giving like that 
 " Synopsis of Drinking, Formed according 
 to the Categories of Aristotle " which you will 
 find at the beginning of The Art of Pluck I 
 suppose you know that amusing work ? It 
 is painful to go into the further career of 
 those who give parties without knowing how. 
 Few there are who give parties for the 
 pleasure of giving them, or who ask their 
 guests simply because they wish to see them. 
 But when you do happen to be such a guest 
 at such a party, asked by a host who is 
 acquainted with the real spirit what my 
 husband would call the ethos of party- 
 giving, and asked because it gives such a 
 host joy to behold your face then you will 
 know what Providence intended that parties 
 should be. Do we not all know/ said she, 
 ' that hostess who regards all her guests, 
 having once got through the ceremony of 
 shaking hands with them, with cold inatten- 
 tion ? " Have I not asked you to my 
 
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 party ? " she would appear to say ; " what 
 more can you possibly require of me ? " ' 
 
 The consideration of the philosophy of 
 party-giving had occupied us from the door 
 of the Congregation House to our own door. 
 Here Mrs. Oglander parted from me with the 
 promise of calling for me again on the way 
 to Oriel. It was necessary that we should 
 put on our best clothes and make ourselves 
 smart for the party. John, who declared 
 that his attire was as appropriate as it was 
 simple, and who declined entirely to be 
 smartened up by me, was to go for a walk 
 with Mr. Tristram and to join us at Oriel. 
 
 1 Now, can you tell me/ I said to Mrs. 
 Oglander, as we walked along together, 
 ' how it is that there is always something 
 lacking some element of the picturesque, 
 I mean about all modern ceremonies ? 
 There was so much that was right about the 
 ceremony that we saw to-day, much that 
 was perfect : how was it that it somehow 
 missed perfection ? ' 
 
 ' Oh/ said she, ' it is undoubtedly the 
 trousers. Did you not notice that the upper 
 part of the men was all right enough ? The 
 stiff white collar is certainly a slight blot ; 
 a lover of the picturesque, and by that I 
 mean one who views things as though he 
 
HILARY TERM 109 
 
 were about to paint them, will almost catch 
 himself wishing that collars were not worn 
 quite so clean. Then comes a fairly inoffen- 
 sive coat-collar, then the fine drooping lines 
 of the gown and the hood, and the glowing 
 colour of the Doctors' scarlet and crimson. 
 Then, below all this, the trousers, two dread- 
 ful oblong pieces of black or grey, or some 
 hideous striped or checked or mixed abomina- 
 tion of the two. Undoubtedly, dear Mrs. 
 Goodenough/ said she, ' it 's the trousers as 
 does it/ 
 
 ' No doubt/ said I, ' you are in this case, 
 as, in all probability, you invariably^ are, 
 quite and exactly right/ And indeed I have 
 but to look in my precious old guide-books to 
 see how right were the lady's comments and 
 conclusions. In Mr. Whittock's guide, I 
 have pictures of charming people, old and 
 young, in dress and undress gowns, all dis- 
 playing neat feet and perfect calves. The 
 Scholar does certainly wear white trousers 
 and a bright blue coat, but the trouser has 
 a shape and an air about it which is not given 
 to the trouser of the present day. The 
 people of that day, too, were all so beautiful 
 about the neck, with their high collars and 
 folded stocks. 
 
 It is easy, I know, to abuse the fashions 
 
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 of one's time and to see only changes for the 
 worse, but I do venture to hope that man 
 will evolve something more sightly, should 
 he evolve at all in this particular direction. 
 
 It is not, as Mrs. Oglander says, that man 
 does not take thought for his clothes ; he 
 may not talk about them quite so much as 
 a woman does, but he does spend care and 
 thought upon them. Why, then, does he 
 not manage to add to the beauty of the 
 landscape instead of detracting from it ? 
 
 Discoursing thus we reached the party, 
 and a very pleasant and delightful party it 
 was. 
 
 Everybody who was anybody in the Philo- 
 sophic world was there, and a few besides 
 ourselves who do not belong primarily to 
 that world, though John, as you know, 
 took a first in Greats before he took a first 
 in English Literature, so that he has some 
 claim to be called a Philosopher. 
 
 It was at this party that I first met a 
 Rhodes Scholar ; he had been asked because 
 he represented the state from which the 
 newly-made Doctor came. 
 
 Many and wonderful as are the develop- 
 ments here since your day, I suppose that 
 the advent of the Rhodes Scholars is more 
 wonderful than any. It is a marvellous thing 
 
HILARY TERM in 
 
 to come to pass that the money made by this 
 one man should be spent for ever in bringing 
 these young people from all the quarters of 
 the world to share in the life that he himself 
 valued so highly. It is one of those great 
 conceptions which only a great man is 
 capable of conceiving, and of which it is not 
 possible to foresee the end. It is a com- 
 mentary on what you always impressed upon 
 me, that Oxford means a certain kind of life 
 more than merely a certain sort of teaching. 
 
 I must contrive to see more of these young 
 men. I wonder whether Oxford amazes and 
 interests them as much as it does me ! Lucky 
 creatures they are, to be here for three golden 
 years in the midst of it all, and I only for one 
 short year. They will carry away with them 
 all the freemasonry of Oxford. ' Do you 
 remember how you were up with me in 
 1908 ? ' they will say when they light upon 
 some other Oxford man of their year, and they 
 will go over again with him all the jolly 
 memories of that time. 
 
 Incidentally they should serve to widen 
 the horizon of young Oxford and so to help 
 on the world. Even now they have uncon- 
 sciously served a useful end in extending the 
 geographical knowledge of the authorities : 
 many who never knew before of the existence 
 
112 THEIR OXFORD YEAR 
 
 of Oklahoma or of North Dakota know of 
 them now, and detailed knowledge of our 
 Colonies grows apace. 
 
 After the party John disappeared into 
 Oriel with some crony, and I came away with 
 Mrs. Oglander, for she had to go to a meeting 
 of the Society for providing Happy Homes 
 for Harmless Idiots. 
 
 ' It 's not that I want to go/ she said, 
 ' but if I don't go to their meeting they won't 
 come to mine, and I Ve got one on next 
 week, so go I must. You had better come 
 with me and that will make one more/ 
 
 ' Don't they expect a good audience ? ' 
 said I. 
 
 ' No/ said she, ' I fear not ; it is just like 
 the luck of the Harmless Idiots ; they have 
 hit upon a crowded day for their meeting/ 
 
 They may not have had luck in their 
 day, but luck in their room they certainly 
 had. They met (by the kind permission 
 of the Warden and Fellows) in the Old 
 Library at All Souls, and I fear that I carried 
 away with me a less vivid impression of the 
 excellent work that is done in Oxford by 
 the S.P.H.I. than of the background of their 
 Oxford meeting-place. 
 
 This, I think, is what I find most cause to 
 
HILARY TERM 113 
 
 envy the inhabitants of Oxford, this access 
 to some of the most perfect and unspoiled 
 of English interiors. 
 
 We have all heard the familiar story of the 
 American and the grass plat, but surely the 
 same longing to transfer the untransferable 
 must come over the good American who finds 
 himself sitting in such a room as this. 
 
 Now when I write to you about interiors 
 I am led on to tell you of the four interiors 
 which are now most familiar to me here. 
 First, that of our friends the Oglanders in 
 Holywell ; then that of the Bents on Heading- 
 ton Hill ; thirdly, the home of the Enderbys 
 in Paradise Square ; and fourthly, Miss 
 Outhwaite's house in Norham Gardens. 
 
 The last shall come first. 
 
 I will not ask you to imagine to yourself 
 what the outside of the house is like, because 
 it is very much as other villas are : outside 
 it might be anybody's house ; inside it could 
 be no one's but ' Aunt Camilla's/ Mrs. 
 Outhwaite (for though unmarried she prefers 
 to take what she calls ' brevet rank ') is Mrs. 
 Enderby's aunt. Mrs. Enderby asked us to 
 meet her, and she then came and called upon 
 us. It seems almost an impertinence to 
 describe her, even to you. She is of that good 
 old time when the personality of a lady was 
 
H4 THEIR OXFORD YEAR 
 
 her own private possession, not to be easily 
 described or lightly discussed. 
 
 She came to live here because the marriage 
 of her niece brought her, as she would herself 
 express it, ' into agreeable connection with 
 this ancient and great University/ ' Long 
 ago/ she told me, ' I visited the place, but 
 the idea that circumstances should ever 
 arise which would cause me to make my 
 home here was indeed far from my thoughts 
 at that time/ 
 
 There is no clipping of words or shortening 
 of sentences in the speech of Aunt Camilla : 
 she has always lived in a world where there 
 was a place for every thing and every one, 
 and where most things, and people, were 
 content to stay in the places where they found 
 themselves. There was always time in such 
 a world to mate thoughts that were worth 
 thinking to suitable and appropriate speech. 
 
 The charm of Aunt Camilla is that, where- 
 ever she goes, she carries the charm of this 
 world with her. 
 
 I cannot give you an inventory of her 
 surroundings, even as I cannot describe her 
 to you in detail. To do so would seem like 
 an indiscretion. I can imagine that she 
 would herself say of such a proceeding that 
 it was ' a trifle indelicate/ She loves to hear 
 
HILARY TERM 115 
 
 about you, and sometimes, when we are 
 talking about you and of bygone Oxford and 
 of what its appearance may have been like 
 in your time, she will take a miniature from 
 its hook on the wall or from a little table 
 beside her chair, and will say to me, ' This 
 is how my father looked and dressed when he 
 was a young man at the University ; your 
 grandfather must have somewhat resembled 
 this when he was here in 1823.' 
 
 A delicate Romney and a fine Gainsborough 
 keep her company on her walls, and I often 
 see her glancing from the portraits to Mrs. 
 Enderby and from Mrs. Enderby to her chil- 
 dren, to see how many of the family traits 
 she can trace in them. It was for ' Barbara's ' 
 sake that she gave up her home in the Dales 
 and went to keep house on the wild west 
 coast of Ireland, when Barbara's mother 
 died. I cannot imagine that Ireland ever 
 quite fitted in with her ideas of the ' thor- 
 oughly nice/ 
 
 Now that Barbara is married to an Oxford 
 Don she has settled down here in the role 
 of grandmother to Barbara's babies. 
 
 ' The air/ she says, ' is so much purer and 
 fresher up here than it is in that queer house 
 of theirs down in the city ; there is always 
 room for the dear children here if Barbara 
 
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 and Patrick want to go away for a while 
 and to leave them behind/ 
 
 I think that the rather unconventional 
 manner in which Barbara and Mr. En derby 
 first met must have troubled her a little at 
 the time, but it comforted her to find that 
 Mr. Enderby's family is a branch of the 
 Lincolnshire Enderbys, and that his Irish 
 connections are all that they should be. 
 
 The young people became known to one 
 another when Barbara and Mrs. Bent were 
 here on a little jaunt of their own, one Long 
 Vacation eight years ago. Providence, 
 having obviously designed them for one 
 another, took the introduction into its own 
 hands ; to Miss Outhwaite it would have 
 seemed more altogether right that her niece's 
 marriage should have been a matter of ar- 
 rangement between the two families most 
 nearly concerned. 
 
 But, conventional though she is, she is 
 wonderfully open to new ideas, she is so 
 splendidly interested in everything, so 
 anxious to view all things from the human 
 side. 
 
 I find in her a mine of reference for the 
 differences between Oxford of the middle 
 nineteenth century and Oxford of to-day, 
 and she is one of those most blessed people 
 
HILARY TERM 117 
 
 who have time to sit down quietly and to 
 talk. 
 
 ' I fail to comprehend/ says she, ' this 
 passion for perpetual excitement and amuse- 
 ment which has seized upon all the young 
 people. I should be sorry, my dear, to cast 
 any doubts upon the genuine philanthropic 
 instincts of the young people of the present 
 day, but really I can only describe a good 
 deal of what they do as fuss. In my young 
 days it was considered quite the right and 
 proper thing to go about among the lower 
 orders and to help your poorer neighbours 
 by any means that lay in your power, but 
 this multiplication of societies and all this 
 agitation for legislation, I confess that it 
 alarms and confuses me/ 
 
 Of some subjects, of course, we never 
 speak. 
 
 The idea of mentioning such things as 
 Socialism or the Suffrage in Mrs. Outhwaite's 
 drawing-room would hardly enter the head 
 of the least discriminating of younger Dons 
 or the boldest of Undergraduates. There is 
 something in the atmosphere which would 
 give them pause ; such talk would seem as 
 improper and out of place as would a litter 
 of cigarette ash upon the dainty chintzes 
 which cover her chairs and sofas. 
 
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 The Don of the days when Aunt Camilla 
 first knew Oxford she came to pay a stately 
 visit to the Head of a House, long since 
 deceased was indeed a different creature 
 to the Don of the present day. 
 
 He was stately, he was dignified ; he 
 knew what port wine at its best could be, 
 and he made it his business to see that with 
 such wine the college cellars were filled. A 
 long life of dignified ease lay before him, unless 
 he chose to change it for the doubtful joys 
 of matrimony and a College living. How 
 different he was to the active, bustling, com- 
 petent outcome of the examination system, 
 which is the Don of the present day. 
 
 Much as her Aunt Camilla loves Barbara, 
 and I believe she genuinely loves her husband 
 too, she deplores their democratic tendencies 
 and their other ' odd ways/ She is too wise, 
 for the sake of her own peace of mind, to 
 inquire very closely into all their doings, 
 but she shakes her head and says that she 
 fears that Mr. Enderby is ' a sad radical/ 
 and that dear Barbara is nearly as bad 
 as he. 
 
 Their house in Paradise Square is certainly 
 one in which you never know whom you 
 may meet ; champions of lost causes, or 
 prophets of causes which are yet to be. 
 
HILARY TERM 119 
 
 We, you may be sure, enjoy it, but I 
 can well imagine that it may be startling 
 to a grande dame of the Aunt Camilla 
 type. 
 
 Barbara told me that there was a great 
 meeting once in their drawing-room between 
 her aunt and Mr. Musgrave the well-known 
 Labour leader. 
 
 It passed off much better than the most 
 sanguine could have expected it to do. 
 Fortunately, both were possessed of the grand 
 manner it is only, John says, the middle 
 classes who have entirely discarded the use 
 of the grand manner and it carried them 
 triumphantly over all the pitfalls that lay 
 on each side of them in such an interview. 
 They conversed together about the people 
 of the Dales Mr. Musgrave himself is a 
 Dalesman they discoursed of their inter- 
 marriages and their other doings. They 
 talked about Ruskin (with a wise avoidance 
 of all reference to his economic views). Aunt 
 Camilla told of her attendance at his lectures 
 here, and of her meeting with him when stay- 
 ing with friends in the Lakes. 
 
 ' Ay, ay/ said Mr. Musgrave, ' you beheld 
 him, you say, ma'am, with your own eyes, 
 you held his hand, and spoke with him ; 
 ay, 'tis wonderful : 
 
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 " Ah, did you once see Shelley plain, 
 
 And did he stop and speak to you, 
 And did you speak to him again ? 
 How strange it seems and new ! " ' 
 
 ' I did not quite catch what it was that you 
 said/ returned Aunt Camilla. 'I am be- 
 coming, I greatly fear, a trifle deaf. Was it 
 a quotation? I did not recognise the lines/ 
 
 ' Pardon me, ma'am/ said Mr. Musgrave, 
 ' I was quoting from Browning/ 
 
 ' Ah ! Browning/ said Aunt Camilla, ' a 
 pleasant, well-bred man, but what a pity 
 that he wrote in such a rough and such an 
 ambiguous manner, how different to the 
 beautiful flow of thought and imagery that 
 we find in Tennyson. You are fond of 
 poetry, Mr. Musgrave ? ' 
 
 And on the surer note of a mutual love of 
 Wordsworth they conversed until the end 
 of their interview. 
 
 Except for the strange company to be found 
 there, Paradise House is an admirable back- 
 ground for Aunt Camilla. It has panelled 
 walls and moulded ceilings and an air of 
 bygone stateliness and peace about it, a 
 flavour of those older days before the hurry 
 and the rush which she so greatly contemns 
 and deplores. It had been the object of 
 Barbara's love from the time when she first 
 
HILARY TERM 121 
 
 set her eyes on it eight years ago. When Mr. 
 Enderby wants to tease her he tells her that 
 he will always believe that he owes her 
 acceptance of him to the strong desire that 
 was in her to pass her days in Paradise House. 
 She and Mrs. Bent, then a Miss Brown, came 
 upon it, as Mr. Bayzand so beautifully says, 
 ' unbeknownst ' in the course of their first 
 walk in Oxford. 
 
 Barbara will not allow that there is any- 
 thing to be said in dispraise of her chosen 
 abode. If anything in disparagement of it 
 is so much as hinted at she rises in defence 
 of her household and its gods. 
 
 ' Which among any of you/ says she, ' has 
 a mulberry-tree in her garden, not to speak of 
 a fragment of ancient wall ? Who amongst 
 you, in your commodious villa residences, 
 can compete in convenience of situation with 
 us ? Do you/ she continues, warming to 
 her subject, ' live amongst folk who will 
 execute repairs for you " Neat, Quick, and 
 Cheap " ? Do you live at the very heart 
 of Oxford and yet with such a foreign flavour ? 
 Can any of you send out at any moment for 
 fried fish in winter and ice cream in its season ? 
 Or, should your husbands want a complete 
 suit at five and eleven, can you buy one round 
 the corner for them ? Do any of you, I ask, 
 
122 THEIR OXFORD YEAR 
 
 live at the end of the Lane of The Seven 
 Deadly Sins ? ' 
 
 The proper answer to this last flight is, 
 ' No, we don't, because there is no such 
 lane/ But it is the delight of this dear 
 Barbara's heart to bring her diatribe in the 
 defence of the situation of her beloved home 
 to an effective end, and what Irishwoman 
 would be balked of such an ending by the 
 cold fact that the street has been called by 
 the decent name of New Inn Hall Street for 
 many a century past ? 
 
 Barbara's friend, Mrs. Bent, lives some 
 way out of the city up a little hill. Her one 
 little girl is not very strong, and Oxford did 
 not agree with her. It is not a climate that 
 does agree with every one. 
 
 ' What a mercy,' says Mrs. Oglander, 
 ' that it doesn't, or the whole world would 
 come and live here with us, and where should 
 we be then ? ' 
 
 The people who live on the edge of Heading- 
 ton Hill may be said to be making the best 
 of both worlds. They are within the Uni- 
 versity radius one and a half miles from 
 Carfax at the centre of Oxford and yet 
 they are on a hill and, more or less, in the 
 country. 
 
 It is very pleasant and healthy for them, 
 
HILARY TERM 123 
 
 and, I think, still more agreeable for their 
 friends. What can be more delightful than 
 to walk out to see them through Mesopotamia 
 did Mesopotamia exist in your time, I 
 wonder ? We always pause a little and lean 
 on the bridges under which the water from 
 a backwater rushes into the main stream. 
 
 In this fortunate place even the joy of the 
 sound of falling water is not to be denied to 
 those who love it and who might feel lonely 
 without it. 
 
 At the first bridge the water comes rushing, 
 at all times noisily and in flood-time tumultu- 
 ously ; when it reaches the stream it spreads 
 out into a deep pool. Across the pool and 
 the willow-bordered meadow beyond it those 
 who lean upon the bridge see the tower of 
 Magdalen amongst the trees. 
 
 The further bridge is by the King's Mill 
 and when anything here is ' the King's ' it 
 has nearly always some memories of Charles 
 the First about it ; here the water running 
 through the sluice is of a deep, delightful 
 green. 
 
 These things make us linger before we 
 climb the little hill to Headington. On the 
 top of the hill is all that remains of Joe 
 Pullen's tree ; and it is you that should know 
 all about Joe Pullen, for was he not of 
 
124 THEIR OXFORD YEAR 
 
 Magdalen Hall ? Here we have to pause 
 and look back upon Oxford, and watch the 
 other pilgrims who may have been faring 
 up the path behind us. Then we pursue our 
 way along the road on the crown of the hill, 
 and again there is a gate which must be leant 
 upon if one is to enjoy the view of spires 
 and towers and bossy elms. One cannot see 
 from here the girdling waters. It is not to be 
 lightly bustled through, this process of reach- 
 ing the home of the Bents. 
 
 When one does reach it there is always a 
 warm welcome. When it is cold and sunless 
 we are gathered round a great fire in a cheerful 
 sitting-room, and when it is warm we sit and 
 talk on a wide loggia which catches and 
 keeps any sun that there may be, and from 
 whence we can feast our eyes upon the view of 
 the lovely city. Over the deep fireplace, and 
 let into a panel on the wall of the loggia, there 
 is the Bents' house motto. John says that 
 it is a passage from the Odyssey, and that you 
 will know it, so I send it to you as it stands. 
 
 ov fjbev yap rov 76 Kpela-crov /cal apeiov, 
 TI 66' 6fjLo<f)poveovTe vorifjiaa-iv OIKOV e^rov 
 dvrjp 7?Se yvvij. 
 
 Glorious talks we have had here, on the 
 loggia or before the fire. Mrs. Bent is pos- 
 
HILARY TERM 125 
 
 sessed, here on her hill, of a more ample 
 leisure than is the lot of the busy University 
 ladies down in the city. She has time, like 
 me, to dig and delve into bygone things, 
 and she, too, spends happy hours in the 
 libraries. 
 
 It was by her fireside that I sought for light 
 upon the little problem that has been worrying 
 me. 
 
 ' Who/ said I, when we were all at tea one 
 day, ' who wrote The Whole Duty of Man ? ' 
 
 Varying answers rose from those who sat 
 round the fire. 
 
 ' Oh, every one knows that ! ' 'Ask another/ 
 ' Why do you want to know ? ' ' Does it 
 really matter ? ' 
 
 ' Yes/ said I, answering them all at once, 
 ' I want to know because I do want to know, 
 and because every one doesn't know, and 
 because it really does matter dreadfully/ 
 
 And then I told them how I had happened, 
 at the Camera, upon a book of great delight, 
 Memoirs of several Learned Ladies of Great 
 Britain, who have been celebrated for their 
 writings or skill in the learned languages, arts 
 and sciences, by George Ballard, of Magd. 
 Coll. Oxon. Now one of Mr. Ballard's 
 Learned Ladies was a seventeenth-century 
 Lady Pakington, and many and cogent are 
 
126 THEIR OXFORD YEAR 
 
 the arguments which Mr. Ballard brings 
 forward to prove that it was she who wrote 
 The Whole Duty of Man. 
 
 Certainly it had never entered my head 
 before to trouble one way or the other as 
 to the authorship, but now it seemed to be of 
 first-rate ' importance that I should know. 
 It seems to matter to me almost as much as 
 it did to Mr. George Ballard in seventeen 
 hundred and fifty-four. 
 
 ' For one thing, you know/ I said to Mrs. 
 Oglander, who is a sturdy champion of her 
 own sex, ' the great argument that was used 
 to prove that Lady Pakington was not the 
 author was, " That there was a whole body 
 of learning shown in those treatises therefore 
 no woman could be the writer of them/' ' 
 
 ' But what a goose she must have been/ 
 said another voice, ' not to say that she 
 did if she did, and make an end of all the 
 fuss/ 
 
 Now this voice Belonged to one of a very 
 anti-woman school of thought, so I said : 
 ' It was her beautiful modesty. She did 
 not like to appear to be as clever as a 
 man/ 
 
 ' Undershaw would tell you/ said Mr. 
 Tristram ; ' he knows all that there is to 
 know about the seventeenth century/ 
 
HILARY TERM 127 
 
 That is the great advantage of living here, 
 there is always some one who knows all that 
 there is to know about any given subject. 
 I must try to scrape acquaintance with 
 Undershaw, and perhaps I shall get my 
 modest question answered. 
 
 It was on the loggia that we discoursed one 
 day on the advantages and disadvantages of 
 life in Oxford : a talk this in which Mrs. 
 Oglander took a leading part. 
 
 ' Infinite variety and entertainment/ said 
 she, ' await the intelligent female observer ; 
 if she is truly intelligent she will expect, of 
 course, some resulting fatigue. I once met 
 a very clever man some people call him 
 the cleverest man in London and he asked 
 me whether I did not find it dull living in 
 Oxford. This shows how very unintelligent 
 a truly great man can be. Unless, possibly, 
 he meant " how dull you are/' but I should 
 not like to have to think that I am really 
 dull and that he was rude/ 
 
 ' No, no/ said we all, ' certainly not/ 
 
 ' I suppose/ said I, ' that you do see a 
 great many of the truly great here Lights 
 of Learning and other Lights ? that must, 
 surely, be one of your chief est blessings/ 
 
 ' It is indeed/ answered Mrs. Bent ; 
 ' sooner or later, for one reason or another, 
 
128 THEIR OXFORD YEAR 
 
 every one who is any one comes to Oxford. 
 It is wonderfully interesting to see and, 
 sometimes, to hear them/ 
 
 ' Ah ! ' said Mrs. Oglander, ' that 's what 
 you must rather miss sometimes up here : 
 now down below there, when we have some 
 luminary coming to stay with us, we can 
 send a fiery cross round to all the suitable 
 neighbours, saying, " Come and revel in our 
 house to-night, for a great man will be 
 talking there/ " 
 
 'And tiredness, I take it/ I pursued, 'is 
 the obverse of your shield ? ' 
 
 ' Tiredness there certainly is, but is there 
 not all Vacation to rest in ? ' 
 
 ' Extension/ said Mr. Ferrers-Smith with 
 some asperity. 
 
 ' Congresses/ murmured Mr. Tristram, in 
 a tone of gentle complaint. 
 
 ' Foreigners/ said another. 
 
 ' Colonials, perhaps ? ' said I. 
 
 But Mrs. Oglander would not allow that 
 any of these were serious drawbacks. 
 
 ' The Extension/ said she, ' comes but once 
 in two years, not always that, and it only 
 lasts for one month out of four. Foreigners 
 are good for us, and they never stay very 
 long, and you need not be bothered with 
 them if you don't want to or your languages 
 
HILARY TERM 129 
 
 are shaky/ Congresses, she owned, are 
 rather serious items. 
 
 ' They are like charities/ said she, ' or 
 babies : every one thinks that his or her 
 Congress is the only one worth mentioning.' 
 They produce, too, apparently, wherever 
 they are found, or attract to the places where 
 they go, a fearsome creature whom Mrs. 
 Oglander has christened ' a crankibore/ 
 
 ' Oh, why should we be butchered to make 
 an Oxford Holiday for six-and-thirty cranki- 
 bores ? ' said Mr. Tristram. ' They may 
 amuse you, Mrs. Oglander, but, believe me, 
 they are death to me/ 
 
 (Mr. Tristram, I find, is not afraid of ladies 
 in battalions, or of single specimens when he is 
 accustomed to them. It is only the strange 
 ones that he suspects of being ready to bite.) 
 
 But Mrs. Oglander stuck to her point that 
 the Long Vacation is, in spite of all im- 
 pediments, a time of peace. 
 
 ' Give me/ said she, ' the Long Vacation 
 to rest in and shorter vacations to play about 
 in, and I will reward you by going on for 
 ever or nearly for ever/ 
 
 ' Hear ! hear ! ' we cried in chorus. 
 
 ' Let me be here/ she went on, ' when 
 everybody has gone ; when only tourists 
 wander along the quiet streets ; when the 
 
130 THEIR OXFORD YEAR 
 
 sight of an Undergraduate would give you 
 uncanny creeps/ 
 
 Not in all the world, she assured us, is 
 there a more melancholy sight than that of 
 an Undergraduate who has somehow drifted 
 here ' in the Dead of the Long/ She de- 
 scribed such an one as she saw him stand, 
 desolate and forlorn, on the edge of the 
 High Street pavement. 
 
 ' Where/ he seemed to say, ' where is all 
 the rest of me ? ' and echo answered, 
 ' Where ? ' 
 
 My chief remembrance of the Oglanders' 
 own house will be of an evening interior. 
 
 I shall see again a long room with panelled 
 walls painted white. There are two deep 
 mullioned windows, one of them is high and 
 there is a little flight of steps up into the 
 window-seat. Here both John and I have 
 been made right welcome, and many a pleas- 
 ant hour have we both passed together there. 
 To me it has become almost as familiar as my 
 own little home. It is here that I retreat on 
 those occasions, foretold by Mrs. Oglander, 
 when John is summoned to some purely 
 male entertainment to dine with some old 
 friend in Hall, or to read a paper to some 
 society. Here I find myself sometimes alone 
 with Mrs. Oglander, whose husband is also 
 
HILARY TERM 131 
 
 dining in Hall and teaching or working after. 
 Sometimes we dine in company with other 
 wives who ought to be lone and lorn, but are 
 not so. 
 
 Now and again I find the drawing-room 
 full of people, and then I know that I am 
 assisting at a meeting of the G.S.P. This is 
 what Mrs. Oglander calls an S.S. or Secret 
 Society. 
 
 ' We miscall it/ she says, ' by all the names 
 that least describe it. We do this on the 
 same principle which causes a Hindu mother 
 to avert the evil eye by decrying the charms 
 of her child. G.S.P. means the Guild of 
 Superior Persons : you have only to belong 
 to it to see how undescriptive a title that is/ 
 
 t Can I then belong to it ? ' said I. 
 
 ' Of course you can/ said she ; ' there is 
 but one condition of membership, and that 
 is a lack of Superiority/! 
 
 ' I am glad that I am free in your eyes of 
 so great a vice/ said I. 
 
 ' You have much to be thankful for/ said 
 she. 
 
 ' And what do you do at your meetings ? ' 
 I asked. 
 
 ' You don't do anything, the whole thing 
 is negative. What you must not do is to talk 
 either " shop " or gossip. Barring these two 
 
132 THEIR OXFORD YEAR 
 
 subjects, any one who talks at all is bound 
 to talk of something interesting/ 
 
 ' And are there then no rules as to what 
 you shall talk about ? ' 
 
 ' None. Now and again a member will 
 write to the hostess of the evening and will 
 tell her that he or she has been reading 
 something peculiarly delightful, so delightful 
 that it is impossible to keep it to himself. 
 Then the hostess calls a meeting, the reader 
 of the delightful book comes, he reads from 
 the book and tries to communicate some of 
 his delight in it to the other members. We 
 call these meetings S.G.M. or Stated General 
 Meetings, because they are nothing of the 
 kind/ 
 
 ' Only books ? ' said I. 
 
 ' Oh no/ said she, ' music and pictures 
 too, only you know well that it is not so easy 
 to describe a work of art as it is to read 
 extracts from a book, and to how few it is 
 given to interpret the music in which they 
 have been delighting/ 
 
 ' Then it really is a talking society ? ' 
 
 ' Well if you like, with what I will venture 
 to call your colonial frankness, to put it so, 
 I suppose it really is. And why not ? Is 
 there anything so delightful as a real talk ? 
 a talk to which every one can contribute 
 
HILARY TERM 133 
 
 something ? No doubt, tkte-h-t&te talking is 
 the most delightful of any when the heads 
 can choose one another's company and each 
 head has something in it. But what/ said 
 she, warming to her subject, ' can be more 
 utterly dull and uninspiring than the usual 
 after-dinner tete-a-ttte ? What chance does 
 the ordinary hard-working person get of good 
 talking ? Can any sane person expect to 
 get a chance of a real talk at an At Home, 
 even if one is prepared to grant that such 
 festivals are attended by the wholly sane ? 
 Is it once in a blue moon that you sit at 
 dinner next to the person that you want to 
 talk to, or who has anything to say to you ? 
 When you so rashly and flippantly called 
 our dear G.S.P. a Talking Society, did you 
 not perhaps hit the right nail on the head, 
 and thus describe one of the most badly needed 
 institutions of the present day ? ' 
 
 Delightful times, indeed, I have enjoyed 
 with the G.S.P. John came one night on 
 the distinct understanding that he might 
 read to us you remember how beauti- 
 fully he reads ? and then keep silence if he 
 chose. 
 
 He read to us from some of our Canadian 
 poets, and then Mr. Tristram read from the 
 Irish poets. Afterwards the talk began. 
 
134 THEIR OXFORD YEAR 
 
 When one sets out to talk with Canada and 
 Ireland as starting points who can chronicle 
 the ensuing talk or forecast its end ? 
 
 Now and again we have had a lighter 
 touch. I remember the time when some one 
 it may have been myself accused Mrs. 
 Oglander of wooing the Comic Muse. She 
 owned to an unrequited passion for that 
 lady, but she said that there was some strange 
 fate, some malevolent fairy godmother, by 
 whose influence she was always stopped from 
 writing more than two lines of any stanza, 
 or more than one stanza of any projected 
 poem. There was something which haunted 
 me about the lines that she did consent to 
 confide in us, from a projected monody (in 
 the style of Mrs. Leo Hunter) ' On a Bachelor 
 Fellow in College ' : 
 
 1 Pensive and desolate he sat 
 
 Within his lonely lair, 
 No wife had he to hold his hand 
 Or smooth his rumpled hair.' 
 
 This was sheer frivolity, but the G.S.P. 
 exists partly for the cultivation and en- 
 couragement of a healthy frivolity. 
 
 ' For of all things/ says its foundress, 
 ' frivolity is the most wholesome and the least 
 harmless of medicines for the mind. Like 
 
HILARY TERM 135 
 
 other medicines, it should, of course, only 
 be taken sparingly and under doctor's orders. 
 It is, used in the form of judicious banter, 
 the only known remedy for conceit/ 
 
 Sometimes we found amongst us a born 
 story-teller for, in this much-occupied place, 
 there was seldom, if ever, a complete attend- 
 ance. When he came we sat spellbound 
 while he told us stories which were, as my 
 dear Doctor Plot puts it, ' as true as the 
 Doctrine of Triangles and the Best Informa- 
 tion could make them/ 
 
 It was to the G.S.P. that I brought the 
 news of some of my finds at the Camera. 
 Naturally they were not finds at all to many 
 of them, and I got here all sorts of new and 
 agreeable lights on the dark places in my 
 tiny researches. 
 
 One who is versed in seventeenth-century 
 literature strove to convince me that it was 
 some one called Allestree and not Lady 
 Pakington who wrote The Whole Duty of 
 Man ; but if a man convinced against his will 
 is of the same opinion still, how much more 
 likely is an ignorant woman to cling to that 
 which she desires to believe ? 
 
 But the seventeenth-century scholar forgave 
 me and told me many things about some of 
 the other learned ladies of whom George 
 
136 THEIR OXFORD YEAR 
 
 Ballard writes. It is impossible to know 
 too much about that Mrs. Elizabeth Bury 
 who ' often diverted herself with philology, 
 philosophy, history ancient and modern ; 
 sometimes with musick vocal and instru- 
 mental ; sometimes with heraldry, globes 
 and mathematicks ; sometimes with learning 
 the French tongue (chiefly for conversing 
 with French Refugees, to whom she was an 
 uncommon benefactress), but especially in 
 perfecting herself in Hebrew, which by long 
 application and practice she had rendered so 
 familiar and easy to her as frequently to 
 quote the original in common conversation 
 when the true meaning of some particular 
 texts of Scripture depended on it. Another 
 study she took much pleasure in was Anatomy 
 and Medicine, being led and prompted to it 
 by her own ill-health, and partly from a 
 desire of being useful among her neighbours/ 
 She was so modest, too, for ' She would 
 always confess and bewail her own ignorance 
 and that she knew little in comparison of 
 what others did or what she ought to have 
 known in any of these matters. She would 
 often regret that so many learned men should 
 be so uncharitable to her sex as to speak so 
 little in their mother tongue, and be so loath 
 to assist their feebler faculties. When they 
 
HILARY TERM 137 
 
 were in any wise disposed to an accurate 
 search into things curious or profitable, as 
 well as others ; especially (as she often argued) 
 since they would all so readily own that 
 souls were not distinguished by sexes. And 
 therefore she thought that it would have been 
 an honourable pity in them to have offered 
 something in condescension to their capacities/ 
 
 ' Isn't the Woman Question barred ? ' said 
 some one. 'We can't have this insidiousity 
 at the G.S.P/ 
 
 ' Oh/ said the Historian, ' Mrs. Bury was 
 but as water unto wine in that respect, com- 
 pared to what Mrs. Goodenough has up her 
 sleeve for you. Have you brought us any 
 of Mary Astell, Mrs. Goodenough ? ' 
 
 ' Surely, yes/ said I. 
 
 And I read : 
 
 1 The learning and knowledge which she 
 gained, together with her great benevolence 
 and generosity of temper, taught her to 
 observe and lament the loss of it in those of 
 her own sex : the want of which, as she 
 justly observed, was the principal cause of 
 their plunging themselves into so many 
 follies and inconveniences/ 
 
 ' That is what an Undergraduate would 
 call " a poke in the eye " for you/ said the 
 Anti-Suffragist to the Historian. 
 
138 THEIR OXFORD YEAR 
 
 ' Listen/ said I, ' how she strove to improve 
 her sex. She wrote " A serious proposal to 
 the Ladies Part the Second : Wherein a 
 method is offered for the improvement of 
 their minds." See, too/ I continued, ' how 
 all the good that she tried to do was frustrated 
 and brought to nought by a man : " The 
 scheme given in her proposal seemed so reason- 
 able, and wrought so far upon a certain 
 Great Lady that she had designed to give 
 ten thousand pounds towards erecting a sort 
 of college for the education and improvement 
 of the female sex : and as a retreat for those 
 ladies who, nauseating the parade of the 
 world, might here find a happy recess from 
 the noise and hurry of it. But this design 
 coming to the ears of Bishop Burnet he 
 immediately went to that Lady, and so 
 powerfully remonstrated against it, telling 
 her it would look like preparing a way for 
 Popish Orders, that it would be reputed a 
 Nunnery, etc., that he utterly frustrated the 
 noble design." 
 
 ' How low ! ' said the Somerville Tutor, 
 ' how unspeakably narrow-minded and mean ! 
 We might have been founded with all that 
 money. How useful it would be now/ 
 
 ' She suffered much from the other sex/ 
 said I ; ' she published all her works anony- 
 
HILARY TERM 139 
 
 mously, " being extremely fond of obscurity, 
 which she courted and doated on beyond all 
 earthly blessings ; and was as ambitious to 
 slide gently through the world, without so 
 much as being seen and taken notice of, as 
 others are to bustle and make a figure in 
 it," but " notwithstanding her great care 
 to conceal herself, her name was soon dis- 
 covered and made known to several learned 
 persons, whose restless curiosity would other- 
 wise hardly have been satisfied." 
 
 ' There is no evidence/ said the Anti- 
 Suffragist, ' that those restlessly curious 
 persons were men/ 
 
 ' They were said to be learned/ said the 
 Somerville Tutor. 
 
 ' She wrote also/ I read, ' " An Essay in 
 defence of the Female Sex. In a Letter to 
 a Lady, Written by a Lady." But what I 
 think I love best in Ballard's life of her is the 
 account of her little traits. She was an early 
 exponent of " the Simple Life," for we read 
 that " She would live like a Hermit, for a 
 considerable time together, upon a crust of 
 bread and water with a little small beer. 
 And at the time of her highest living (when 
 she was at home) she very rarely ate any 
 dinner till night, and then it was by the 
 strictest rules of temperance. Abstinence, 
 
140 THEIR OXFORD YEAR 
 
 she would say, " was her best Physick." And 
 is not this a charming little story of her ? 
 " But tho' we see not any product of her 
 studies during this time, it is certain she was 
 as intent as possible on the prosecution of 
 them : and was so far devoted to them 
 that (as I have been informed by a relation 
 of hers), when she has accidentally seen 
 needless visitors coming, whom she knew to 
 be incapable of discoursing upon any useful 
 subject, but to come for the sake of a chatt 
 or tattle, she would look out at the window, 
 and jestingly tell them (as Cato did Nasica), 
 ' Mrs. Astell is not at home ' and in good 
 earnest keep them out, not suffering such 
 triflers to make inroads upon her more serious 
 hours." ' 
 
 ' A sensible woman indeed/ said Mrs. 
 Oglander. ' Don't I wish that I dared to 
 adopt this simple method of excluding those 
 who come to " chatt and tattle " when I want 
 to be doing other things. Why cannot I do 
 as Cato and Mrs. Mary Astell did ? ' 
 
 ' Why not indeed ! ' said we all ; ' 'tis but 
 a little moral courage that is needed ; don't 
 be outdone in that by any seventeenth- 
 century blue-stocking.' 
 
 ' Ah ! ' said the Historian, ' but Mrs. Good- 
 enough has set before you only the strong- 
 
HILARY TERM 141 
 
 minded side of Mary Astell : tell them, Mrs. 
 Goodenough, where lay her little weakness/ 
 
 So I read : 
 
 ' In the year 1700 she drew up and pub- 
 lished a book intitled Reflections on Mar- 
 riage. Some people think she has carried 
 her argument with regard to the birthright 
 and privileges of her sex a little too far ; 
 and that there is too much warmth of temper 
 discovered in the treatise. But if these 
 persons had known the motive which induced 
 her to write that tract, it might possibly 
 have abated very much of their censure/ 
 
 ' And the note ? ' said the Historian. 
 
 1 The note runs thus : 
 
 ' " The motive, as I have been informed, 
 was her disappointment in a marriage con- 
 tract with an eminent clergyman/' 
 
 ' O faithless man of God/ said the irreverent 
 Historian. 
 
 It is thus, then, that I shall chiefly remem- 
 ber the Oglander house. The long low room, 
 full alternately of a pleasant dimness and of 
 the soft light of oil lamps ; the company just 
 large enough to be gathered in an informal 
 circle. I shall see the charming, white-robed 
 figure of Mrs. Oglander herself, perched on 
 her favourite window-seat, a little above the 
 
142 THEIR OXFORD YEAR 
 
 room ; thence her eye can roam over her 
 guests and she can see when coffee cups need 
 refilling or when the cake plates should go 
 round again. 
 
 I shall hear again all the gay, bright talk, 
 the low voices, and the pleasant sound of 
 laughter. 
 
 Sometimes, instead of having me with her 
 when we are both left alone, Mrs. Oglander 
 will come and dine with me. 
 
 It was on these occasions that Mr. Bayzand 
 would rise to great heights, justifying what 
 Mr. Tristram once said to me of scouts, or 
 those who have been scouts, ' Nothing is 
 ever impossible to them, there is no such 
 word in their vocabulary/ 
 
 He would bring up to us the most delight- 
 ful little dinners, and he would serve them 
 with the air of one who waits upon the 
 lightest wish of a Princess. And indeed I 
 think that, in Mr. Bayzand's eyes, no Princess 
 is really equal in importance to the wife of a 
 member of Sempitern. ' The College ' has 
 no equal and no rival in the affections of its 
 faithful servant, and any one who has any 
 connection with ' the Old Place ' is worthy 
 of the best that Mr. Bayzand can do for him 
 or her. 
 
HILARY TERM 143 
 
 Sometimes my friend and I would spend our 
 evening in work and talk, sometimes we 
 would fare forth together. Once Mrs. 
 Oglander took me to the Ladies' Musical 
 Society, which meets every fortnight during 
 the Term, and once we sat together in a 
 gallery and listened to the after-dinner 
 speeches at a Palmerston Club dinner to 
 which John was invited. This was an 
 interesting but a very smoky performance. 
 I was glad to hear the Cabinet Minister, who 
 addressed the members of the Club and their 
 guests, and I will bring you a report of his 
 speech and go over it with you, so that you 
 may seem to be hearing it yourself, but my 
 chief interest, my main interest here, was in 
 hearing and seeing the Undergraduate hosts. 
 
 I was astonished at the composure even 
 more than at the eloquence of these young 
 people : it must be wonderful to be at once 
 so young and so sure of yourself. 
 
 I was destined to be even more astonished 
 when I went with Mrs. Oglander to the 
 gallery of the Union and listened to a debate 
 there. The subject of the debate was a 
 bill which is now before the House of 
 Commons, and we were all quite as serious 
 over it as though we were attending a sitting 
 of the House itself. 
 
144 THEIR OXFORD YEAR 
 
 Did you, I wonder, belong to the Union ? 
 One of the countless questions this that I 
 shall have to ask you when I return. Why 
 did not you keep a diary when you were 
 here ? I am beginning to be of opinion that 
 it is a duty which each dweller in Oxford 
 owes to those who come after him. 
 
 But never, I fear, will the ordinary Under- 
 graduate pause and reflect upon what he 
 can do for the entertainment of his possible 
 grandchildren. If this should ever meet 
 the eye of what Mr. Bayzand calls ' a extray- 
 ordinary young gentleman ' I do earnestly 
 beg of him to buy a book at once and start 
 a diary. 
 
 But to return to the Union. 
 
 Now you must have seen the beginning and 
 the end of the ' United Debating Society/ 
 which came into existence in the year 1823. 
 
 I will quote to you from ' The Rules and 
 Regulations of the Oxford Union Society ' : 
 
 ' The United Debating Society existed for 
 less than three years ; in the end of 1825, 
 its leader found that their discussions were 
 marred by the " boyish folly " of some of its 
 number, and for the purpose of excluding 
 these "turbulent members/' the Society, on 
 the third December 1825, dissolved itself. 
 It was immediately re-constituted as the 
 
HILARY TERM 145 
 
 Oxford Union Society, and its first public 
 meeting was held " in one of the low-browed 
 rooms of Christ Church," on the summons 
 of Donald Maclean of Balliol, who had been 
 the first President of what may be called the 
 Parent Society. From the date of this meet- 
 ing (December 5th, 1825), the Union Society 
 has had a continuous existence/ 
 
 So you see that I am attending the delibera- 
 tions of no unhistorical assembly. Here is 
 a story of Mr. Gladstone for you : 
 
 'On November nth, 1830, W. E. Glad- 
 stone, Christ Church, who was then Secretary, 
 moved that " The administration of the Duke 
 of Wellington is undeserving of the confidence 
 of the country/' The minute of the meeting 
 is in Mr. Gladstone's hand-writing, and it 
 reads " The House then divided, when the 
 President announced that the motion was 
 carried by a majority of one. (Tremendous 
 Cheering)/' There is an obvious mark of an 
 erasure, and a careful examination revealed 
 the fact that the words originally were 
 " Tremendous cheering from the majority of 
 one." Three weeks later, Mr. Gladstone, now 
 President, took the opportunity " of condemn- 
 ing the practice which some honourable 
 gentlemen had lately adopted, of defacing 
 the records of the Society." ' 
 
146 THEIR OXFORD YEAR 
 
 Possibly it will be my privilege to look 
 down upon some Gladstone of the future 
 seated in the President's chair. 
 
 The President of the Union is no nonentity. 
 ' The President is the sole interpreter of the 
 Rules of the Society. He shall have power 
 to decide when Term and Vacation begin 
 and end for the purposes of these rules, save 
 in those matters which concern the Treas- 
 urers' department. His interpretation of any 
 Rule shall not be questioned, except by way 
 of appeal/ 
 
 Even I and Mrs. Oglander shall be under 
 his control for to-night, for under Rule LIV., 
 ' The President may order all Strangers to 
 withdraw at any time during Debate, or before 
 putting the Question, if he deems it necessary 
 for the preservation of order/ 
 
 It behoves us, therefore, to behave with 
 great seemliness up in the gallery. 
 
 There was no gallery in your day, no fringe 
 of faces fair, or otherwise, hung in mid-air 
 above the speakers. Had the ladies wished 
 to go there would have been no gallery for 
 them to go to. The present debating hall 
 was built only in 1878. 
 
 It was very delightful up there in the 
 gallery, as we took our bird's-eye view of the 
 politically-minded youth of England under- 
 
HILARY TERM 147 
 
 neath. Rows of cross benches held on the 
 right the Conservatives, on the left the Liberals 
 of Young Oxford. 
 
 Most of the costumes worn were decidedly 
 negligent, and many of the much-displayed 
 boots were at the end of their days of service ; 
 but the officers, when they appeared, were 
 beautifully attired, even to white waistcoats. 
 They walked in a dignified manner to a 
 dais at the upper end of the Hall, and sat 
 upon three chairs of dignity ; in the middle, 
 the President, on his left the Junior Treas- 
 urer/on his right the Librarian, while at his 
 feet sat the Secretary at a large table. 
 
 The Secretary read the minutes, the Presi- 
 dent gave out a list of some official notices, 
 and the Librarian read a list of the newest 
 additions to the Library. Some of these were 
 received with applause, some in silence. 
 Then the House proceeded to Private Busi- 
 ness, and most of this consisted in attempts, 
 more or less successful, to ' rag ' the officers. 
 
 Much of this turned, naturally, upon 
 incidents and jokes which passed our compre- 
 hension : allusions to habits on the part of 
 the officers with which we were unacquainted, 
 and chiefly relative, or supposed to be 
 ' relative to the discharge of their official 
 duties/ Some of the sallies were evidently 
 
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 very redolent of wit for those who were 
 familiar with the source of it. The officers 
 maintained an impressive passivity and 
 dignity of demeanour. The cold ' Yes, sir/ 
 of the President, and the ready ' I believe 
 so, sir/ of the Junior Treasurer, reproved 
 such giddy exuberance. 
 
 After this was over the House proceeded 
 to ' Public Business/ and the serious debate 
 began. How I wished that you had been 
 beside me to counteract my fatal habit of 
 always agreeing with the last speaker. They 
 were so dreadfully persuasive, and each was 
 so sure of his own case, and all of them 
 brought such a complete battery of facts to 
 bear in support of his own argument ! 
 
 There are four set speakers ' on the paper ' 
 the papers with the subject of debate and 
 the names are duly supplied to the gallery ; 
 after they have spoken comes the chance for 
 the lesser lights and the totally untried to 
 show what they can do. When their efforts 
 were ended, the vote was taken, announced 
 from the chair, was duly cheered, and then 
 we all trooped out. 
 
 It was Maurice Lynch, politely anxious to 
 provide me with some form of amusement 
 that I was capable of appreciating, who sent 
 me the tickets for the gallery. He kindly 
 
HILARY TERM 149 
 
 came up towards the end of the debate to 
 see how we were getting on. 
 
 I do not fancy that he often widens his 
 own outlook after this fashion, but on this 
 occasion the fourth speaker was a Merton 
 man, and patriotic feeling as well as what 
 we hoped was the pleasure of looking after 
 us, brought the good Maurice to spend a 
 profitable evening at the Union. 
 
 He thought his own man ' most awfully 
 good/ as in duty bound to do, and the others 
 ' most awful rotters/ On the subject of 
 the debate he professed an open indifference. 
 Politics he considered to be altogether too 
 ( mouldy ' a subject to occupy the mind of 
 any cheerful young person like himself. 
 What, I fear, had really amused him had been 
 the foolish question, ' Will woman be kept in 
 her proper sphere under Socialism ? ' which 
 some seeker after a bubble reputation for 
 wit had put to one of the speakers. On this 
 point I delivered him over to Mrs. Oglander 
 that she might show him the error of his 
 little ways. 
 
 However, he forgave me, and asked me 
 whether I would come to tea with him ' One 
 day when the Toggers are on/ 
 
 I tried not to be too much pleased with 
 my own intelligence in knowing that hejras 
 
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 inviting me to take tea with him while the 
 Torpid races were being rowed. 
 
 Now here I trust that I may be able to 
 witness a sport which I really can understand, 
 and that I may be kept from making a figure 
 of fun of myself as I did at the Association 
 Football Match. Did I, I wonder, ever 
 chronicle the fact for you that Sempitern 
 was triumphant in the Finals for the ' Soccer 
 Cup Tie ' ? I may have omitted this really 
 serious piece of news in the bustle of pre- 
 paring for departure at the end of last Term. 
 I did not venture to go again to the ground, 
 but I hung anxiously about the College lodge 
 until the news of victory arrived, and then 
 rushed home to tea and to the expectant 
 sympathy of Mr. Bayzand. 
 
 I do not think that Oxford people always 
 understand the difficulties of the strangers 
 within their doors. Anxious as I was to be 
 quite familiar with boat-racing and to know 
 a Torpid when I saw one, I asked John what 
 kind of race a Torpid race might be. 
 
 ' They are bumping races/ said he. 
 
 ' Bumping ! ' said I, ' who bumps which 
 and what for ? ' 
 
 But John only said, ' Wait and you will 
 see ' ; and no one has told me why they are 
 called Torpids, chiefly, I daresay, because 
 
HILARY TERM 151 
 
 I am too conceited to ask. Don't you 
 remember some one's recipe for getting an 
 answer to all questions ? It was to have 
 an acknowledged fool always about who 
 would ask the questions that the wise folk 
 would not ask in case they should be taken 
 for fools. I often wish that I had such a 
 familiar fool. 
 
 John, however, was better than his word, 
 for he took me down one day to the Sempitern 
 barge to watch the crews practising for the 
 races. It was a glorious day, and I sat upon 
 the top of the barge in great content while 
 John went below to talk over reminiscences 
 with the old waterman. I saw the University 
 Eight setting out from their barge and going 
 down the stream with a beautiful swinging 
 stroke ; on the further bank their coaches 
 rode along, ready to coach. 
 
 I watched with the deepest interest what 
 I proudly call ' our own crew/ setting out in 
 our own boat from our own barge, damping 
 the little mats upon which they were to sit, 
 and settling down into their long, narrow 
 craft. 
 
 How different all this must be from any- 
 thing that you can remember. I have seen 
 a picture of the Christ Church crew of 1830 
 rowing in what the Undergraduate of to-day 
 
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 would call ' a tub/ wearing white trousers 
 on their legs and tall hats upon their heads. 
 Now they wear nothing on their heads and 
 their legs are clad in what Aunt Camilla 
 calls ' abbreviated trousers/ It is said that 
 in America these things are worn still shorter, 
 but that seems hardly credible or possible. 
 
 It was such a spirited scene : such a 
 pageant of youth and vigour and happy 
 strength. The water plashed and gurgled 
 against the raft ; the sun shone divinely on 
 the greenest of grass. Looking through the 
 tree trunks on the near bank I could see men 
 in training running hard along the path and 
 relieved against the intense green of the 
 meadow beyond. Across the river those 
 who were coaching the 'Varsity Eight rode 
 down the towpath on their horses ; vigorous 
 people on bicycles shouted directions or abuse 
 of their style at the crews who were out 
 practising. Again beyond these I could see 
 a football match in full swing, and beyond 
 that was the Abingdon road the road where 
 my poor young Barre Roberts took his painful 
 riding exercise and still beyond that were 
 the low green hills which shut in Oxford. 
 
 1 Torpids/ I said to John when he came 
 up to join me on the top, ' are, I think, a 
 very pleasant part of my Oxford education/ 
 
HILARY TERM 153 
 
 But this was a very different scene from 
 that which I enjoyed when I went with 
 Maurice Lynch on to the Merton barge. 
 
 We fixed upon the last day but one as the 
 most suitable for this entertainment. Other 
 days brought invitations to other barges, 
 and the first day and the last I reserved for 
 ' my own barge/ 
 
 I find that my ' College feeling ' rises high 
 on such an occasion as this, and I should 
 think it barely decent to go upon any barge 
 the boat of which had bumped or was likely 
 to be bumped by my own boat. The situa- 
 tion would be altogether too delicate a one. 
 How could I shout ' Sempitern ! Sempitern ! ' 
 while I stood upon the roof of those whom 
 Sempitern was ' after and likely to catch ' ? 
 
 It must, I think, be very trying for those 
 younger Dons, who have left the College 
 which sheltered their youth and have started 
 in life as official Fellows of some other founda- 
 tion. Imagine to yourself such a painful 
 situation (and it is one that may quite 
 reasonably occur) as that the boat of the 
 second College should be chasing that of the 
 first ! To which boat should the shouts of 
 that young man rightfully belong ? 
 
 You see, dear, the Torpids are not, as they 
 might appear to the unthinking to be, 
 
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 matters of no moment. I will quote to you 
 from a serious article in that serious publica- 
 tion, the Oxford Magazine : ' This year's 
 Torpids, besides promising some good racing, 
 are very encouraging from the point of view 
 of Oxford rowing, which must necessarily 
 depend on them as its nursery. In appear- 
 ance the crews are rather above the average 
 all through, and the times which leak out 
 show a corresponding improvement, while 
 a record entry is always a good sign. It is 
 perhaps not too much to say that this may be 
 partly traced to the interest aroused, and 
 instructions given, by Dr. Warre's lecture 
 last year to Captains and others. In it he 
 laid great stress on the underlying principles 
 of rowing, and the necessity of coaches think- 
 ing for themselves, instead of for ever repeat- 
 ing boring and inapt parrot cries/ 
 
 After this there follows a serious detailed 
 criticism of each boat and its capabilities and 
 chances, so you will see that it is quite neces- 
 sary to approach the Torpids in no merely 
 frivolous spirit, but as something upon which 
 great issues may depend. 
 
 In fact it would not have been easy to be 
 merely frivolous on such a day as that on 
 which I braved the elements upon the Merton 
 barge. 
 
HILARY TERM 155 
 
 The rain poured down at intervals, and the 
 wind blew without cessation. Where was 
 my peaceful river scene of but a day or two 
 ago ? The gentle stream of that day had 
 been lashed up into the semblance of a 
 stormy ocean. 
 
 ' I am not sure/ I said to Maurice, when 
 I met him on the way to a lecture in the 
 morning, ' that I will really venture to come 
 on your barge to-day. I suppose you won't 
 expect me if the weather is quite so bad ? ' 
 
 Horror was painted on the ingenuous 
 countenance of Maurice. It was not, it 
 appeared, the fear of losing my company 
 on the barge that alarmed him so, but my 
 presence was really of importance as I was 
 to act the useful, necessary part of the 
 chaperon. 
 
 ' I was just coming round to your digs/ 
 he said, ' to ask you if it would be all right. 
 I told them to call for you on the way and 
 to come down to the barge with you. They 
 can't come at all, you know, without a proper 
 chaperon, and Helen says she '11 die of shame 
 if she has to go back to Ireland and say she 
 was here in the Toggers and never went to 
 see them/ 
 
 ' And who are " they " ? ' said I. 
 
 ' Oh, didn't I tell you ? ' said Maurice. 
 
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 ' It 's Helen Martin from near us at home ; 
 she 's staying here with some stuffy old Don 
 or other ; her sister Marjory the eldest 
 is up at St. Hilda's, and they 're coming to 
 tea with me, so you must come/ 
 
 It seemed tolerably clear that I must, and 
 that is why, led by a sense of duty, I braved 
 the riotous elements on the breezy top of a 
 barge. I give you this explanation in case 
 you should think that I was crazy to go in 
 such weather. 
 
 We were a funny party. 
 
 ' Marjory 's horribly clever/ Maurice con- 
 fided in me ; ' she says she finds Aristotle's 
 Politics simply thrilling ; did you ever hear 
 such rot ? But Helen 's all right/ 
 
 Helen's confidences were equally naive. 
 She was, I found, horribly bored by Oxford. 
 ' It is a comfort/ she told me, ' to talk to 
 some one like you who isn't clever. I 'm 
 full up with clever people, I really am. I 
 don't care if that is what Mrs. Jones calls a 
 vulgarism. I never knew such people ; they 
 don't seem to care about anything but books/ 
 
 This was a new view of Oxford for me, and 
 I began at once to see that it might well be 
 a possible one. One need not necessarily 
 be stupid, but I could see that for maidens 
 of the Helen type, finding themselves in the 
 
HILARY TERM 157 
 
 learned atmosphere to which a horrid fate 
 had consigned her, there might be possibilities 
 in Oxford of unfathomable dulness. 
 
 ' There must be some glorious ratting along 
 that bank ' it was the voice of Helen break- 
 ing in on my meditations ' I do wish I had 
 my dog, Nipper, with me. I don't believe 
 any one here knows the difference between a 
 good dog and a bad one except Maurice/ 
 she added generously. ' My father says that 
 Oxford is going down like anything. He 
 says when he was up he was at Brasenose, 
 you know you never went into the lodge 
 without finding half a dozen dogs there, and 
 good dogs, too, and now there aren't any ; 
 he says he doesn't know what the place is 
 coming to/ 
 
 ' They may not come to it, but it may be 
 going to them/ murmured John, for he also 
 was a guest at Maurice's tea-party. 
 
 But he found no favour in Helen's eyes ; 
 a Professor was too obviously bound to be 
 ' a clever person/ 
 
 ' How can you account for the sister ? ' 
 I murmured to John. ' How came she to 
 develop a passion for Aristotle ? ' 
 
 ' Freak of atavism, I suppose/ said John. 
 
 Really, I think that enjoyment in Oxford 
 for every one is just a matter of adjustment 
 
158 THEIR OXFORD YEAR 
 
 and of the point of view. Mrs. Oglander told 
 me that she once had a friend to stay who 
 showed no interest in anything that she was 
 shown ; she said that her only reason for 
 wishing to see Oxford was to visit the 
 1 abandon'd lasher ' of ' the Scholar Gypsy/ 
 When Mrs. Oglander had taken her there 
 she departed at once, perfectly satisfied. If 
 Helen had been able to play about all day 
 with Maurice and his chosen friends, whose 
 tastes were her tastes, she would, I am sure, 
 have found Oxford ' the j oiliest place 
 possible/ 
 
 The excitement of the race cheered her up 
 vastly, and caused her to think that there 
 is some point in Oxford after all. When the 
 gun went off, and we knew that the boats 
 had started from Iffley, she became all fire 
 and eagerness. 
 
 ' That 's us ! ' she cried, with ungrammati- 
 cal enthusiasm, when the Merton boat hove 
 in sight. 
 
 I too became excessively excited. There 
 is something that makes the heart of the 
 steadiest-hearted beat faster when a race is 
 nearing its end. The Merton barge is down 
 by the winning post, and we could see from 
 it the finish of the short, sharp struggle. 
 
 In spite of rain and wind and mud, and of 
 
HILARY TERM 159 
 
 the stirred-up water which in places over- 
 flowed the bank, a great crowd ran and 
 shouted along the towpath. Rattles came 
 into play to encourage the crews at critical 
 moments, and sharp pistol shots rang out to 
 warn them that a spurt on their part might 
 be rewarded by a bump. 
 
 I had seen Sempitern, on previous days, 
 bump its way out of the second division into 
 the first, and I had experienced the joy of 
 seeing our successful crew returning to the 
 barge, while the Sempitern crowd lined up 
 on the path opposite and greeted them with 
 shouts of ' Well rowed, Sempitern ! ' and 
 with the sound of rattles, and with the cheer- 
 ful ringing of a huge dinner-bell. 
 
 This particular joy did not await us on 
 Merton, and Helen discoursed with renewed 
 heat on the lack of interest in really interesting 
 matters which she saw so much cause to 
 deplore in her hosts. 
 
 ' Would you believe it/ said she, ' they 
 belong to Christ Church ' Christ Church 
 has ' gone head ' this year ' and yet they Ve 
 never been down once, not even on the night 
 that their own boat was likely to go head ? ' 
 
 I suggested, in possible extenuation of such 
 turpitude, that they were not, possibly, 
 young, and the weather had really been 
 
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 shocking. Possibly, too, they had seen a 
 great number of Torpids in their time. 
 
 ' That 's all very well/ said she, ' but they 
 simply don't care, Mrs. Goodenough, that 's 
 what it is ; they owned they had been to a 
 lecture on the only fine day ; I really don't 
 believe that they knew the Torpids were on 
 at all until I came and dinned it into them. 
 A lecture, indeed ! that 's just all they care 
 about lectures and books, books and 
 lectures ! ' and Helen fairly snorted with 
 contempt. 
 
 She cheered up wonderfully at the ensuing 
 tea-party. It was exceedingly pleasant, and 
 Maurice had chosen his guests with admirable 
 discrimination. He prepared our minds for 
 them on the way up from the boats by a 
 few vivid words of description. 
 
 ' Conolly is coming ; he 's an awfully 
 sporting sort, just suit you, Helen ; Marsh 
 said he 'd look in ; you must talk to him, 
 Mrs. Goodenough, he 's no end of a literary 
 chap knows yards of poetry and that kind 
 of thing ; he can say Wordsworth backwards, 
 if that 's what you like. I asked Murgatroyd 
 because he 's reading History and he goes 
 to the same lectures as you, Marjory, but of 
 course he mayn't care to jaw about it. 
 Bagallay- Jones said he 'd look in if he had 
 
HILARY TERM 161 
 
 time, but he 's an awful blood, and he goes 
 out a lot, so he mayn't turn up, but he said he 
 wanted to meet Professor Goodenough, he 's 
 got cousins in America/ 
 
 I think that we all paired off with the right 
 people ; in fact, Maurice saw to it that we did. 
 Mr. Marsh and I found plenty to talk about 
 without resorting to so desperate an expedient 
 as repeating Wordsworth backwards. Scraps 
 of happy horse and dog talk came to us from 
 the window-seat, where Helen sat and talked 
 to Mr. Conolly. The latter's glowing descrip- 
 tions of the possibilities of Oxford as a 
 hunting centre began obviously to make the 
 former relent in her hasty condemnation of 
 the University town as a place wholly given 
 up to learning. Marjory found that Mr. 
 Murgatroyd was reading ' her period/ and 
 though not very keen to discuss authorities, 
 he was quite ready to compare tutors and 
 lecturers. 
 
 Maurice's estimate of our probable appetites 
 was a truly hospitable one, and his tables 
 were loaded with everything that is gloriously 
 indigestible, beginning with muffins and end- 
 ing with chocolate creams. He was his own 
 tea-maker, and we were all called upon for an 
 opinion as to whether and when the kettle did 
 actually boil, which it did not do for some time. 
 
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 His rooms are in the very new part of 
 Merton it is built over the site of what, in 
 your day, was St. Alban's Hall and he has 
 charming views into the garden and across 
 the Christ Church Meadows. 
 
 I had not, of course, expected to find 
 myself in the rooms of a pale student, and 
 Maurice's library was easily housed upon 
 one somewhat short shelf. I doubt whether 
 he had even as many books as Chaucer's 
 Undergraduate, who had, we know : 
 
 ' Twenty bookes, clothed in blak and red, 
 Of Aristotil and his philosophie,' 
 
 though Maurice's opportunities for acquiring 
 them are certainly infinitely greater. He, 
 like Helen, would consider any reading which 
 he was not absolutely bound to do as a 
 ' stuffy ' and time- wasting pursuit. His 
 pictures were chiefly College groups, and it 
 would almost appear that any time that he 
 could spare from the neglect of his studies 
 he must spend on the portraying of his person. 
 There were several amateur photographs of 
 his favourite horses and dogs : himself usually 
 seated on the horses, and the dogs seated 
 upon him. 
 
 When the kettle did boil and we were all 
 well launched on our tea, into the midst of 
 
HILARY TERM 163 
 
 our laughter and glee, Mr. Bagallay- Jones 
 the Blood made an impressive entry. He 
 was duly introduced to us all, and we all, I 
 think, felt that we were gazing upon the 
 absolutely right thing in waistcoats, ties and 
 socks. 
 
 The tea came to an end at last, with 
 Maurice's hospitable inquiry, ' Are you sure 
 that you Ve all really done ? ' and we all 
 took our leave. 
 
 Marjory Martin went back to St. Hilda's, 
 which is one of the smaller Women's Colleges 
 on the east side of Magdalen Bridge ; she 
 has asked me to take tea with her there, 
 and she says that she will take me one night 
 to the Oxford Students' Debating Society. 
 
 We duly escorted Helen back to the shelter 
 of the oppressively learned roof under which 
 she found herself. 
 
 ' Not that it 's really half bad, you know/ 
 she said ; ' they are just as kind as ever they 
 can be to me, and I do like the chance of 
 seeing Marjory, and I don't mind so much 
 now that I see there are some people here 
 who do like the right things/ 
 
 Marjory, it seems, had cheered her greatly 
 with the promise of a hockey match which 
 is to be seen to-morrow, for, much as you 
 would be astonished at the advance in 
 
164 THEIR OXFORD YEAR 
 
 athletics among Undergraduates since your 
 time, you would be still more amazed at the 
 rise of the athletic Woman Student. 
 
 An Oxford full of girls, riding bicycles from 
 lecture to lecture, rowing and punting on the 
 river, and playing hockey with vigour, would 
 indeed be calculated to astonish an Under- 
 graduate of the early nineteenth century, 
 accustomed as he was to an almost woman- 
 less Oxford. 
 
 In all the letters of my dear Barre Roberts 
 there is no mention of his meeting with any 
 lady, old or young, and Mozley in his remini- 
 scences of the time when he was at Oriel, in 
 the twenties and thirties, says, ' At that 
 time there was no female society in Oxford, 
 except that of the ladies of Heads of Houses, 
 and their families, if any there were. A 
 public-school boy, indeed any schoolboy, 
 coming to Oxford for a two months' stay did 
 not feel utterly banished and desolate because 
 there was not a pretty face to be seen, or a 
 sweet voice to be heard. It was part of his 
 education/ 
 
 One cannot help thinking that it must 
 have been extraordinarily pleasant for any 
 pretty and pleasant person who did find her 
 lines cast here, either temporarily or 
 permanently. 
 
HILARY TERM 165 
 
 All this is now for ever changed. Married 
 Fellows have homes in the Parks or else- 
 where, and many a pretty face might Mr. 
 Mozley have descried had he been here to 
 day. 
 
 Four Women's Colleges and a body of 
 'Home Students' attest the fact that the 
 love of learning exists in many a female 
 breast, and here finds encouragement. 
 
 It was to the youngest amongst these four 
 Colleges St. Hilda's that I went to tea 
 with Marjory Martin. Here, indeed, I found 
 a different milieu to that of Maurice. A 
 Woman Student has but one room, but she 
 usually manages to make that very pretty, 
 on the bed-by-night-and-chest-of-drawers-by- 
 day plan. Marjory had three goodly rows 
 of books, and her walls were decorated with 
 photographs from the early Italians. The 
 looking-glass problem in these rooms with 
 two purposes is, she owned, a difficulty, but 
 much can be done with a will and a fancy 
 mirror in a flat wooden frame. Certainly 
 her hair was done quite beautifully. 
 
 She, like Maurice, had chosen her guests with 
 an eye to their suitability, and she had asked 
 some very pleasant fellow-students to meet 
 me. One went to the lectures that I go to, 
 and another had read and greatly admired 
 
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 John's book. To this party, of course, John 
 could not be a privileged guest, but Marjory 
 says that she will ask him to their College 
 Garden Party in the Summer Term. 
 
 Helen's hostess was there, though Helen 
 had herself rejoined her dog Nipper and the 
 rest of her family. She was not the ancient 
 dame that one might have expected to meet, 
 from Helen's jaundiced description of her 
 lack of interest in the pursuits and interests 
 of the young. 
 
 ' I was so glad/ she said to me, 'to have 
 Marjory's younger sister, Helen, here with us 
 for a time, she leads such a dull life in that 
 god- forsaken part of Ireland : I was glad to 
 give her the chance of seeing a little life and 
 gaiety, and Oxford has become such a very 
 lively place, too lively for our taste, but the 
 young people like it.' 
 
 And Helen had nearly died of dulness ! 
 This shows how wide a margin one should 
 always allow for the point of view ! 
 
 Marjory also fulfilled her promise of taking 
 me to hear a debate at the Oxford Students' 
 Debating Society. And a most interesting 
 function I found it. We met in the Hall of 
 the Girls' High School, as this is large enough 
 to contain the members, and is a fairly central 
 meeting-place for the Women's Colleges and 
 
HILARY TERM 167 
 
 the ' Home Students ' : Somerville is just 
 round the corner, and Lady Margaret and 
 St. Hugh's are in Norham Gardens. 
 
 St. Hilda's has all the town to come 
 through, but they must suffer some incon- 
 veniences there to balance the advantages 
 of their beautiful situation on the banks of 
 the Cherwell and their view of Magdalen 
 Tower. 
 
 At the debate which I was thus privileged 
 to attend I saw Students and Tutors alike, 
 and even the Head of a House joined with 
 ardour in the fray. 
 
 And now, after all my jollity and fun, my 
 sight-seeing, and my pursuit of the things of 
 the mind, I am laid low with the grippe, or 
 that which is called here the ' Flu/ or even 
 simply 'It/ 
 
 ' Of course we are all dreadfully sorry for 
 you/ says Mrs. Oglander, ' but you were so 
 bent upon experiencing every sensation that 
 is appropriate to each Term as it passes, and 
 it is thought barely decent now to go through 
 the whole of Hilary without an outbreak of 
 " Flu/' No one minds unless the cook gets 
 it an hour before an impending dinner-party. 
 If she develops it a whole day before a party 
 that you don't particularly want to give, or 
 
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 from which your chief guests have already 
 had to excuse themselves from the same 
 cause, you may readily discern a silver lining 
 to your cloud/ 
 
 Mrs. Oglander says that when she was 
 first married the whole University was kept 
 down for a fortnight, because It raged so 
 furiously : 
 
 1 Whereby/ says she, ' I had two weeks 
 tacked on to our honeymoon, so who am I 
 that I should curse this thing for you ? ' 
 
 But still I cannot think why I, an innocent 
 stranger, should be afflicted thus. I that 
 never had it before. 
 
 John's opinion is that ' the walk to Binsey 
 did it/ But I am unwilling to allow this, 
 because that walk to Binsey is one of my 
 most treasured recollections. 
 
 It was at Mr. Bayzand's suggestion that 
 we went. He was born and bred at Binsey, 
 and it disturbed him, I think, that John 
 should have passed all his Undergraduate 
 life here without ever being aware that there 
 was such a place. 
 
 1 Do you go, now, by the causey and return 
 by the lane/ said he, ' and you '11 have had 
 the prettiest walk and have seen the most 
 back-behind, old-fashioned little spot that 
 you or Mrs. Goodenough ever set eyes on. 
 
HILARY TERM 169 
 
 Something to tell the old Gentleman over the 
 water ' (Mr. Bayzand meant you). ' He often 
 walked to Binsey, I '11 be bound, now ; folks 
 did walk in those days before all this sport 
 and bicycling came in/ 
 
 It was one Sunday that we fol'owed his 
 advice and went to Binsey. 
 
 The floods were out all across Port Meadow, 
 so we had to skirt it by that raised and 
 willow-fringed path, which you doubtless 
 well remember. Then we crossed the river 
 and went by the causeway across the Medley 
 fields. All this side of Oxford is so Dutch 
 in effect ; far across Port Meadow we could 
 see the sails of boats which tacked down the 
 stream or even sailed, regardless of being 
 mudbanked, upon the meadow itself. It is 
 this diversity of effect that is, to my mind, 
 one of the crowning joys of this joyful place : 
 if you crave for Dutch effects you can get 
 them for the trouble of walking here or to the 
 canal ; if you should wish to induce an 
 Italian mood you have but to saunter in the 
 second quadrangle of St. John's, decorated 
 by Inigo Jones when he was fresh from the 
 glories of the Italian Renaissance. 
 
 Geese, too, in abundance dabble and duck 
 in the meadow, and they are pleasant objects 
 for the foreground of a landscape-painter ; 
 
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 for background what could he have better 
 than rows of shimmering poplars and silvery 
 willows ? 
 
 In the churchyard there is still the water 
 which gushed forth at the prayer of St. 
 Frideswide, the Virgin Patron Saint of Oxford, 
 on the foundation of whose convent Christ 
 Church stands to-day. Here she built her- 
 self a humble cell, and here, as the place 
 lacked good water, she prayed that a well 
 might come, and at once a well came. 
 
 We had to return from Binsey by the way 
 we came ; a backwater runs behind it and 
 makes an island of it ; across this water we 
 could see the people walking along the 
 Wytham meadows, but not by any means 
 could we win over to them. 
 
 It is this that makes the great charm of 
 Binsey, this being so near to the world and 
 yet so remote from it. 
 
 'If/ I said to John, ' it was on the walk 
 to Binsey that I contracted the influenza, 
 which I am sure I did not, it was worth it.' 
 
 Now the connection between this ideal 
 walk to Binsey and my attack of influenza 
 may not seem so very clear. To John's 
 logical mind it worked out thus : 
 
 i. Flooded areas are one of the chief causes 
 of malaria. 
 
OXFORD IN THE FLOODS 
 
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 2. Influenza is a form of malaria. 
 
 Therefore Bridget's influenza was brought 
 on by the floods. 
 
 Anyway, whether caused by floods or (and 
 this was John's second line of argument) by 
 a special dispensation of Providence to pre- 
 vent me from ' overdoing it/ laid low I un- 
 doubtedly was. I sat at home and bewailed 
 my fate, remembering all the things that I 
 meant to have done and to have seen in the 
 latter weeks of this term. 
 
 Next term, if I am to believe Mrs. Oglander, 
 it will be of no use to pretend to see things ; 
 I shall be wholly occupied in seeing people. 
 
 ' Any one/ says she, ' who attempts to 
 widen her knowledge or to improve her under- 
 standing in the Summer Term would be no 
 woman, but an unnatural monster/ 
 
 Also we shall have left our quiet retreat 
 under the shadow of New College tower for 
 a hired house in the north of Oxford ; we 
 shall have people to stay with us, and the 
 chance of lonely browsing among books and 
 of solitary sight-seeing will be for ever gone. 
 
 ' I meant/ I wailed, ' to have seen all the 
 Museums ; I haven't seen one yet. I meant 
 to have exhausted the interest of the Pitt 
 Rivers Collections, to have studied India at 
 the Indian Museum, and, above all, to have 
 
172 THEIR OXFORD YEAR 
 
 revelled amongst the Art Collections of the 
 Ashmolean. Also I meant to have visited 
 every possible corner of the Clarendon Press/ 
 
 ' Merciful Powers ! ' cried John, 'you were 
 indeed taken ill only just in time/ 
 
 Every one was not so hard-hearted. 
 
 While I was really ill there was no end to 
 the kindness of all those Oxford friends. Mrs. 
 Oglander brought fruit and flowers for me ; 
 Aunt Camilla sent orange jelly and some light 
 biscuits of a particular kind, the jealously- 
 guarded recipe for which had been in her 
 family for generations, and which were pre- 
 pared by the hands of her own cook, who had 
 thus prepared them during her thirty years 
 of service with the Outhwaites. Mr. Tristram 
 sent novels with an equally light and delicate 
 flavour. Barbara sent to me one of her 
 most treasured possessions, a present from 
 Mr. Enderby in their courting days, called 
 Through England on a Side-saddle in 1695 ; 
 being the Journal of Celia Fiennes. Mr. 
 Bayzand's niece tempted me to eat with 
 the most delicate invalid cookery and with 
 possets of all kinds. Never, I think, was 
 woman so cosseted and comforted. 
 
 When I was convalescent and visitors were 
 allowed, they all came to see me. 
 
 ' How many comforters to-day, Bridgeteen? ' 
 
T/-xV>*- TTT 
 
 HILARY TERM 173 
 
 John would ask when he returned from the 
 Bodleian. 
 
 First came Aunt Camilla. 
 
 She came to bring me the great news that 
 Barbara had a young son. The dear old lady 
 was greatly moved and excited by this 
 auspicious event. She had posted straight 
 down to Paradise House in what she so 
 delightfully calls ' the public conveyance/ 
 which is what we time-saving moderns call 
 ' the tram/ The young heir of Ballinacragga 
 is to be named Patrick Burke, and he is to 
 be christened in the College Chapel on St. 
 Patrick's Day. 
 
 For this ceremony I positively must, even 
 at the risk of a split infinitive, get well. 
 
 Now that I cannot get out to read at the 
 Camera, I turn with renewed ardour to the 
 books that I find within doors. What com- 
 fort was there for me, I wondered, between 
 the pages of my dear Doctor Plot ? Surely 
 he would not fail me, but would be ready 
 with some entirely inconsequent reason for 
 this affliction of mine, possibly even with a 
 totally illogical remedy for it. 
 
 I turned to Chap, n., ' Of the Waters,' 
 as the most likely to explain things. 
 
 This is what I read : 
 
 ' As for standing Pools, Marish, or Boggy 
 
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 Grounds, the Parents (or at least Occasions) 
 of Agues, Coughs, Catarrhs, they are fewest 
 here of any place to be found : the Soil for 
 the most part lying dry, and water 'd only 
 with clear and rapid Fountains. In short, 
 so altogether agreeable is this County to 
 Cardans rule, Solum siccum cum Aquis 
 currentibus salubritatem Aeris efficiunt, that 
 had he wanted an instance for Confirmation, 
 he might have found one here most suitable 
 to his purpose. And if plenty of wholesome 
 Fish, spontaneous Productions of odoriferous 
 Plants, and the scarcity of filthy Reptils, be 
 cogent Arguments of the goodness of Waters, 
 Soils, and consequently of Air, as heretofore 
 they have been accounted, I know not any 
 place that can make better pretences, as 
 shall be shown more at large in their proper 
 places/ 
 
 Evidently it is not the climate of Oxford 
 that is to be held accountable for my malady. 
 
 ' Beside its clearness from Pestiferous 
 Vapors, I imagin the Sharpness we find this 
 Air to be of, to be no small Argument of its 
 Health and Purity. . . . Which is also very 
 suitable to the Doctrine of Hippocrates, who, 
 speaking concerning the healthy Situation 
 of Cities, says, " That such which are placed 
 to cold Winds, that though their Waters are 
 
HILARY TERM 175 
 
 harsh and cold, yet for the most part they are 
 sweet, and the Inhabitants healthy and brisk, 
 sound and free from Defluctions." And so 
 indeed frequently I find them here, of a very 
 chearful Humour, affable and courteous in 
 their Deportment ; neither sparing nor profuse 
 in their Entertainments, but of a generous 
 Temper, suitable to the sweet and healthful 
 Air they live in : Whereas the Inhabitants of 
 Fenny and Boggy Countries, whose Spirits 
 are clogged with perpetual Exhalations, are 
 generally of a more stupid and unpleasant 
 Conversation.' 
 
 Then the sweet Soul wanders on, through 
 Waters and Soils, to Centenarians and to 
 Prelates and Kings, always beginning, of 
 course, with King Alfred. ' Twas the sweet- 
 ness and commodiousness of the Place, that 
 (no question) first invited the Great and 
 Judicious King Alfred to select it for the 
 Muses Seat.' 
 
 How delightfully resting it is when one is 
 ill and tired to be able to turn to such a 
 discursive author. 
 
 After a few pages of Parliaments and 
 Bishops, of Councils and of Kings, back 
 comes my dear Doctor Plot to the subject 
 of Air once more. 'From whence (after so 
 long, but I hope not unpleasant Digression) 
 
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 I return to the Beautiful Oxford again, a 
 Place of so sweet and wholesome an Air, 
 that though it must not be compared with 
 that of Montpellier, yet upon my own Know- 
 ledge it has proved so advantageous to some, 
 that it has perfectly recovered them of deep 
 Consumptions ; and particularly a worthy 
 Friend of mine, who though he came hither 
 sufficiently spent, yet without the help of 
 any other Physick, within few Months felt 
 a sensible Amendment ; and in fewer Years 
 became of as Sanguine a complexion as the 
 rest of his Friends, that had almost despaired 
 of him . . . though I cannot but believe,but 
 were there yet more Trenches cut in some of 
 the Meadows, the Air might be somewhat 
 better'd still, especially during the Winter 
 Season when I fear sometimes Floods stay 
 a little too long, and that not only near 
 Oxford, but in Otmoor ; and all along the 
 Isis from Ensham to North-moor, Shifford, 
 Chimly and Rotcot, which brings me again to 
 the general consideration of the Waters, as 
 well as of the whole County as City/ 
 
 But this last passage brings me again to 
 the consideration of all that I had meant to 
 do and to see, not only within the City of 
 Oxford, but for many a mile outside its 
 walls. I should have liked to explore Otmoor 
 
HILARY TERM 177 
 
 (and it is much easier to do that now than it 
 was in Doctor Plot's time) ; I should have 
 loved to follow the Isis from Ensham to 
 Northmoor ; I should have delighted to visit 
 Stafford and Rotcot. 
 
 If repining would do me any good, with 
 what a will would I not repine ! I that have 
 so much to do here and so increasingly short 
 a time to do it in. 
 
 Even my comforters will cease, I fear, to 
 comfort, for most of what they tell me makes 
 me wish more and more to be up and doing 
 and to miss no opportunities of hearing about 
 and seeing more of Oxford and its sur- 
 roundings. 
 
 And how ungrateful this is, for never were 
 comforters more consistently and tirelessly 
 bent on being comforting. 
 
 My kind antiquarian friend came, and 
 very characteristic was his method of helping 
 me to see the bright side of things. 
 
 ' Look/ said he, ' in Bliss's edition of 
 Hearne's Reliqucz, and at page 772 you will 
 see that he refers to " a strange epidemical 
 cold" which was prevalent in Oxford in 
 1733. Here is the passage : " Dr. Shippen 
 sat as Vice-Chancellor, the Vice-Chancellor 
 himself being ill of the strange epidemical 
 cold that hath of late seized almost all people 
 
178 THEIR OXFORD YEAR 
 
 in England, and many foreign countries, and 
 carried off many ; such a cold as I never 
 heard of before, occasioned by an infection 
 of the air, which arose, 'tis supposed, from 
 a strange, mild winter/' This, no doubt, was 
 the influenza. I will leave the two volumes 
 with you, and I very much hope to find that 
 you are considerably better in health when I 
 come to fetch them back/ 
 
 Now nothing could well be kinder than 
 this, because the two volumes are beautifully 
 bound, and they are evidently honoured 
 guests upon the shelves of my friend. 
 
 But the perusal of them makes me long 
 to be out and about again, poking into odd 
 corners to search for any traces that may 
 be left of the Oxford of Hearne's time. 
 
 I want to go to the churchyard of Holywell 
 to see if I can find the tomb of his friend Mr. 
 Joyner, for says Hearne : ' Old Mr. William 
 Joyner, who lies buried in Holywell church- 
 yard, Oxford (with a tombstone over him), 
 often desired Mr. Kymber to be his executor. 
 But he declined it ; tho' he wished he had, 
 because after his death, when they examined 
 his books, they found money stuck in almost 
 every one of them, in all to the value of three 
 or four hundred pounds : which I take to be 
 the reason why he would never let any one 
 
HILARY TERM 179 
 
 see his study, tho' often desired to do it. I 
 was acquainted with Mr. Joyner, and used 
 to visit him at the mannour house at Holy- 
 well, where he lodged, after dinner, it being 
 his desire I would come at that time, because 
 of his going to bed always at four in the 
 evening, and rising at four in the morning. 
 When I used to be with him he would often 
 mention his books as being curious in their 
 kind, but I could never get him to show me 
 one, which must be for the foresaid reason ; 
 yet when he died, it appeared that the books 
 were but ordinary/ 
 
 Certainly I must get better, and I must 
 go forth and hunt in Holywell churchyard 
 until I find that tombstone ; and when 
 found I will sit upon it, and contemplate the 
 outside of Holywell mannour house, which 
 still stands to the north of the church. But 
 I must copy for you, as I cannot yet carry 
 out this programme, just a story or two 
 more of old Mr. Joyner and his ways, so that 
 he may seem as real and modern to you as 
 he does to me. ' He would talk very pleas- 
 antly and have a pint of ale by himself and 
 a very hard crust. He used to say that he 
 loved an old Protestant, but could not endure 
 the Puritans. Mr. Wood hath an account of 
 two things that he printed. His account of 
 
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 Cardinal Poole is but a mean thing. When 
 he gaye it to Mr. Obadiah Walker, Mr. Walker 
 afterwards said to him, " Mr. Joyner, I like 
 your book well, only you mention Puritans 
 before they were in being/' " Oh/' says 
 Joyner, " they are the greatest rogues upon 
 the face of the earth/' " Very well/' says 
 Mr. Walker, " then I like your reason for 
 mentioning them very well." Mr. Joyner 
 told me Mr. Wood used often to come to 
 him, and that he told him many stories 
 which he (Mr. Wood) penned down in his 
 presence, and when anything pleased Mr. 
 Wood, he would always cry Hum, upon 
 which Mr. Joyner would go on to expatiate. 
 Mr. Joyner told me also to bring my pen and 
 ink, and write down what old stories he should 
 tell me ; " and when you say Hum," says he, 
 " then I shall know that you are pleased, and 
 will go on/' But I never did, though I was 
 with him many times when I was a young 
 Master of Arts/ 
 
 Then I want to walk up Headington Hill 
 to refresh myself with the sight of Joe Pullen's 
 tree, for the carefully preserved remains are 
 there still, though the four yew-trees which 
 were planted round it in Hearne's time are 
 no more to be seen. It is, as the editor of 
 the Reliquce justly remarks, ' in every sense 
 
HILARY TERM 181 
 
 to be deemed University property/ ' First, 
 from the associations belonging to it, and the 
 numerous visitants of early days, as well as 
 of modern times, who have made it their 
 almost daily boundary of exercise: next, 
 because the late Mr. Whorwood of Headington 
 gave it, although informally, to the Uni- 
 versity authorities, which, to the credit of 
 the present owner of the property, Mr. 
 Davenport, was no sooner made known to 
 him than he declared nothing should induce 
 him to destroy it (it had been doomed to the 
 axe), and there it remains still an illustration 
 to these remains/ 
 
 From Headington Hill I will go to the 
 village where ' about three weeks since ' (only 
 Hearne writes in 1609) ' a person at Hedding- 
 ton near Oxford, opening the surface of the 
 ground, in the back-side of the house, found 
 a gold ring, curiously wrought, on the outside 
 of which is the figure of St. George treading 
 upon a dragon, with his spear run into the 
 dragon's mouth/ 
 
 But this last projected feat is so impossible 
 for a person who feels as though her legs 
 were made of wool and her head of india- 
 rubber, that the very contemplation of it 
 brings me back to the earth and to Holyfield 
 Court once more. 
 
182 THEIR OXFORD YEAR 
 
 Guide-books, too, did this kind friend 
 bring for my amusement, ancient guide- 
 books such as he knows both John and I 
 delight in. 
 
 It is a great pleasure to him, he says, to 
 see that I take an interest in my husband's 
 pursuits, and he has sent me with the other 
 books a volume of the Curiosities of Litera- 
 ture, with this passage marked : ' How de- 
 lightful is it, when the mind of the female 
 is so happily disposed and so richly culti- 
 vated, as to participate in the literary avoca- 
 tions of her husband ! It is then truly that 
 the intercourse of the sexes becomes the most 
 refined pleasure/ 
 
 The guide-books are delightful, but I dare 
 not study them longer, because they, too, 
 awake the desire for impossible activities, for 
 seeing all the sights that are described in 
 them, or pursuing what still remains of the 
 sights that they describe. 
 
 The oldest of these books is called Oxoni- 
 ensis Academia, by the Reverend John 
 Pointer, and he it is that in these very pages 
 tried to account for the singular longevity of 
 the All Souls Mallard, by the analogy of the 
 great age of a goose which was kept by the 
 father of ' a Person of very good Credit/ and 
 which lived to be eighty. 
 
HILARY TERM 183 
 
 The supposed injurious statement stirred 
 up another gentleman to write 'A Complete 
 Vindication of the Mallard of All Souls 
 College against the injurious suggestions of 
 the Rev. Mr. Pointer, Rector of Slapton, in 
 the County of Northampton and Diocese of 
 Peterborough/ This pamphlet also did my 
 friend lend me, so that I might read both 
 sides of such an important controversy. 
 
 Mr. Pointer is very careful to tell the 
 inquiring stranger of the contribution which 
 he himself made to the ' Curiosities in the 
 Bodleian Library ' : 
 
 ( 17. MS. of St. Augustine's Soliloquies, in 
 old French, also a Discourse about the Tree 
 of the Cross, etc., given by Mr. Pointer, 
 Author of this Book. 
 
 1 18. Calendarium Hieroglyphicum, or an 
 antique Ephemeris, consisting of Hierogly- 
 phics ; call'd by the Danes the Rimstock, 
 by the Swedes and Norwegians the Primstaff, 
 and by the Britons the Clog or the Log, 
 Explained and given by Mr. Pointer. 
 
 ' This Ephemeris is said to be the most 
 ancient Almanack in the World ; there are 
 two Sorts of them, one a square Piece of 
 Wood, the other in wooden Leaves ; the one 
 is preserved in Mr. Ashmole's Musaeum, the 
 other in the Physick or Anatomy School ; 
 
1 84 THEIR OXFORD YEAR 
 
 the Figure and Description of which Dr. 
 Plot has given in his Natural History of 
 Staffordshire/ 
 
 In your day it might still have been pos- 
 sible to find that Calendarium Hieroglyphicum, 
 otherwise called a Clog or Log, in * Mr. 
 Ashmole's Musaeum/ 
 
 But beyond recall now are those dear dead 
 days when he who went to visit a museum 
 never knew what species of thing he was 
 likely to set eyes on inside it. 
 
 The charming seventeenth-century building 
 which once held Mr. Ashmole's gift to the 
 University now houses the School of Geo- 
 graphy. The collections have been divided 
 and subdivided, weeded out and catalogued, 
 added to and rearranged, until the ghost of 
 Elias Ashmole would know them no more. 
 
 The ' Dodar-Birds, one of which watches 
 whilst the other stoops down to drink/ have 
 long gone the way that all moth-eaten things 
 must inevitably go. Where ' A corn two 
 inches long, taken off a Toe of one Sarney 
 a Wheelwright, of St. Aldate's Parish in 
 Oxford, 1655,' may have vanished to, it is 
 probably beyond the Keeper of any Collection 
 to say. What modern custodian would not 
 shudder at this simple arrangement of a 
 collection of Fine Art ? 
 
HILARY TERM 185 
 
 ' i. Our Saviour's Descent into Hell. 
 
 2. John Tradescant, Sen. and Jun. 
 
 3. A Piece of Conjuration. 
 
 4. King John and His Queen/ 
 Sometimes I should think that the custodians 
 of museums might wish that the eleventh of 
 Elias Ashmole's own rules were still in force. 
 
 'n. That the Rarities be show'd to but 
 one Company at a time, and that, upon these 
 being entered into the Musaeum, the Door 
 shall be shut, and if any more Company or 
 Companies come before they be despatched, 
 that they be desired to stay below till that 
 other be come forth/ 
 
 Everything now, no doubt, is arranged in 
 a very right, proper, and altogether-as-it- 
 ought-to-be manner, but the unscientific per- 
 son longs sometimes for the old chaotic days : 
 they must have been so gloriously full of the 
 delights of the unexpected. 
 
 It does not do now to trust oneself in 
 Oxford without the most up-to-date of 
 guides. And, by the same token, I myself 
 found two stranger ladies seeking for the 
 Ashmolean Museum in its old home, and I 
 conducted them to what was once known 
 simply as 'The Taylor Buildings/ where now 
 the accumulated treasures of the Ashmolean 
 have found a home. 
 
1 86 THEIR OXFORD YEAR 
 
 ' Ah/ said my ladies rather plaintively 
 to one another, when I had landed them 
 there, ' dear Jane told us that we ought 
 not to miss seeing something that began 
 with a "T," she could not quite remem- 
 ber what ; this, no doubt, is what she 
 meant/ 
 
 ' No doubt/ said I, and left them, thanking 
 Providence that in these sophisticated days 
 it is still possible to encounter the simple- 
 minded. 
 
 Mr. Tristram came to see me with a more 
 modern system of comfort than that of my 
 Antiquarian, which has led me into such a 
 long disquisition. 
 
 ' What you need, Mrs. Goodenough/ said 
 he, ' is to laugh. I have had influenza myself, 
 and I can tell you that if influenza in a com- 
 fortable lodging with a charming husband in 
 attendance is a trial, it is nothing to the 
 torments that are suffered by a lonely Fellow 
 in a College/ 
 
 He said that he thought he should have 
 died of the ensuing depression of spirits if a 
 colleague had not brought him the pearls 
 from a most precious collection of examina- 
 tion papers. He had borrowed these same 
 papers for me, and I have had to transcribe 
 
HILARY TERM 187 
 
 long passages for you, for no short excerpts 
 could give you any notion of their strange 
 charm. I preserve, too, for you the original 
 beauties of the spelling. 
 
 I wonder how this will strike you : it is 
 from a General Paper in a College Entrance 
 Examination. The candidate has not copied 
 the question, but I suppose that it demanded 
 from him his views on the Suffrage Question. 
 Here they are in full : 
 
 ' There can be no possible reason why any 
 woman should want to have " Women's 
 Suffrage " other than that she may have her 
 finger in another pie and have more influence 
 over her male relations and husband, etc., 
 which will be universally agreed is not 
 needed. 
 
 ' What is more, any person taking any 
 pains to discover about the matter, will 
 immediately find that the majority of women 
 don't want it. There can be only isolated 
 cases taken in which it can be allowed, which 
 come almost to a property qualification 
 which is not wanted ; the following instance 
 will be quoted in which, as has been said above, 
 is the only case in which " sufferage " might 
 be allowed ; a certain old lady, a widow, 
 intellectual and rich, who owns a large property 
 and employs, say, fifty male servants of whom, 
 
1 88 THEIR OXFORD YEAR 
 
 say, half are ordinary labourers, whose only 
 idea of voting is to vote for the party who 
 they think will get them their bread cheaper, 
 so that they will have more money to spend 
 on beer ; they all have a vote, their mistress 
 who has been mentioned above as being 
 intellectual has none. 
 
 1 This is the one case in which " sufferage " 
 might be given, but, as has been said before, 
 that is practically a property qualification 
 (which is not supposed to be tolerated now 
 in these Socialistic days) because she must 
 be rich, and how is she to be proved to be 
 intellectual ? ' 
 
 How, indeed ? 
 
 ' Because a woman whose husband has 
 made his fortune as a butcher, need not 
 necessaryly be intellectual. Therefore that 
 one instance not being allowed, there is cer- 
 tainly no other class that ought to have the 
 vote/ 
 
 Is he not a dauntless boy ? He con- 
 tinues : 
 
 ' And even if that one instance was allowed, 
 would that depraved class of females who 
 now clamour for it in the streets be content ? 
 No, they want it for themselves, and if they 
 got it, then it would be universal sufferage, 
 and then ? ' 
 
HILARY TERM 189 
 
 Then comes a final note of prophecy and 
 warning : 
 
 ' It is bad enough if a son has a different 
 view in politics to his father, but if the mother 
 had a third ; then indeed would the peace- 
 able English homesteads be broken up. 
 
 ' And if the vote was given to women, 
 then immeadiately they would clamour for 
 female members of parliament ; but this is 
 anticipating/ 
 
 Is he not indeed a pearl of boys ? 
 
 I should like to copy for you, word for 
 word, the whole of his paper. His masterly 
 summing up of the story of The Merchant 
 of Venice, which, says he, ' Has always been 
 allowed to be one of Shakespeare's master- 
 pieces, by many famous writers, and so of 
 course it is/ ' Antonio is apparently a very 
 good friend but not quite a gentleman in the 
 way in which he has treated the Jew before 
 the time of the play. Anybody can imagine 
 that the Jew's feelings would not be very 
 charitable towards him, and being such a 
 person as the Jew was, what happened after- 
 wards was not surprising/ ' Then, of course, 
 every one "lives happily ever after" except 
 the Jew, who is ignored/ 
 
 I must give you his views on Garden Cities, 
 and then we must leave him, with a thousand 
 
THEIR OXFORD YEAR 
 
 thanks for his unconscious brightening of an 
 unknown woman's existence. 
 
 ' A Garden City will of course take up a lot 
 more room than a non-garden city, for the 
 simple fact that each house will have plenty 
 of space round it for its garden. 
 
 ' Each house, one assumes, will be detached, 
 and the streets one hopes will be wide. 
 
 1 The results are obvious ; the lucky in- 
 habitants of a garden city will have more 
 pure air and light, which they are entitled 
 too, and less posionous smells than their less 
 fortunate bretheren in non-garden towns/ 
 
 Then he rushes into startlingly bold scien- 
 tific statements, and into speculations, of 
 whose originality he is not, I think, fully 
 aware, on the effect which natural beauty 
 has upon vice and crime. 
 
 ' Chemistry and science tell us that trees 
 and plants absorb the gas which we breath 
 out and cannot breath again ; and they give 
 off the gas we require, and that therefore if 
 all human beings were to die, then all plants 
 would die, or vice versa.' 
 
 Isn't he sweeping ? 
 
 ' Therefore one would naturally suppose 
 that the more plants and trees about, the 
 more healthy a place is. But there must be 
 some official appointed to see that the 
 
HILARY TERM 191 
 
 gardens are well cared for and no rotting 
 refuse left about ; because looking at the 
 average labourer's cottage does not inspire 
 any one to start a garden city. And one 
 would naturally imagine that where there 
 are most plants and flowers (i.e. nature) there 
 will be least vice and crime/ 
 
 ' Oh, can't you/ I said to Mr. Tristram, 
 ' bring that perfectly darling boy to see me ? 
 I would give much, I would almost, though 
 not quite, be willing to start my influenza 
 all over again, if the privilege might be mine 
 to research further into his guileless mind 
 and to tap the springs of his innocent 
 thoughts/ 
 
 ' I wish, indeed/ said Mr. Tristram, ' that 
 he were still with us and that I could bring 
 him to see you ; visiting the sick was one of 
 his specialities. He was a great torment as 
 well as a great joy, as you may imagine from 
 that paper. Anything that we tried to teach 
 him ran through his charming curly head 
 like water through a sieve, and yet he was, 
 as he would say, " of course/' the very joy 
 of my existence/ 
 
 ' You say " he was/' ' said I ; ' where, 
 then, is he now ? ' 
 
 ' By some manner of miracle we poked 
 and pushed him into a pass degree, and 
 
192 THEIR OXFORD YEAR 
 
 he is a curate in the roughest of mining 
 parishes/ 
 
 ' I hope that his vicar has a sense of 
 humour/ said I. 
 
 ' Oh yes/ said Mr. Tristram ; ' he 's an 
 old friend of mine, and I told him what a 
 jewel we were entrusting to his care. I took 
 him away with me once on a reading party, 
 while he was still battling with Groups, and 
 he was the life and the joy of us all. I 
 shall never forget, too, his innocent triumph 
 when he was finally through his Schools. 
 It was in the days when men still received 
 a piece of blue paper, called a Testamur, to 
 show that they had satisfied the examiners. 
 I can remember meeting John Lamb when 
 he had been to fetch his Testamur ; he gave 
 his pocket a joyous pat and cried to me, 
 " Nothing can take it away from me now ! ' 
 
 ' Now what sort of friends would a man 
 like that make in a College ? ' said I. 
 
 ' Every one was John Lamb's friend, and 
 the cleverest could learn something from 
 him ; if only where to find the first birds' 
 eggs, or the right method of re-making a 
 golf ball. There was nothing that boy didn't 
 know about things that were outside the 
 range of mere book-learning/ 
 
 ' Did he ever learn to spell ? ' said I. 
 
HILARY TERM 193 
 
 ' No, never ; I believe that he spelt Jeru- 
 salem with a " G ' in his Bishop's exam. 
 Every one loved him at the Theological 
 College to which he went when he left us, 
 though he was himself rather bored with 
 his time there ; he said that he got a 
 white swelling in his knee from kneeling so 
 much. It was on the practical side of religion 
 that our Mary shone. It was always the 
 up-and-at-'em aspect of things that appealed 
 to him. He ought to have been born in the 
 times when it was still possible to have a 
 personal set-to with the devil/ 
 
 ' Why Mary ? ' said I. 
 
 ' Because of the Lamb/ said he ; ' there is 
 usually more meaning than may at first sight 
 appear in the evolution of the College nick- 
 name. " How does your garden grow ? ' 
 became a recognised greeting to our Mary. 
 In the mouth of his Tutor it meant, " Have 
 you been working ? ' : or what he himself 
 would have called " stewing/' From his 
 friends the question implied, " Have you 
 been up to any original mischief in which 
 another fellow might take part ? ' 
 
 ' Did a row of pretty maids grow in his 
 garden ? ' I asked. 
 
 ' If they did he would have rooted them up 
 to make way for something more useful/ 
 
194 THEIR OXFORD YEAR 
 
 said Mr. Tristram. ' John disliked very few 
 things, but some of those few were what 
 he called " toffs/' He had, he said, no use 
 for them ; they walked about in tidy clothes, 
 and held no views in particular on bird- 
 nesting. A genuine hard worker he respected 
 and looked up to as belonging to the race of 
 " clever chaps/' and a sister or cousin who 
 could mend clothes or cook as well as he 
 could do these things himself, he could 
 tolerate for a time, if she did not talk too 
 much. All other feminine society he would 
 simply have classed with the race of toffs, 
 and would have had no use for them/ 
 
 ' All the same/ said I, ' I wish that I had 
 known him/ 
 
 Mr. Bayzand, too, tried to cheer me up 
 with tales of the Undergraduates that he 
 had known ; but he apologised somewhat 
 for the lack of stirring incident in his stories 
 on the ground that he had been scout on a 
 very quiet staircase : ' Mostly reading Gentle- 
 men, they just read and went to lectures, 
 and didn't do much that I could make a 
 tale of to amuse you, ma'am/ 
 
 Mr. Bayzand can remember the older more 
 unruly days, when the fifth of November 
 never failed to bring forth a Town and Gown 
 row. He hunted up for me a once celebrated 
 
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 poem descriptive of one of these occasions, 
 ' Town and Gown, in pre-historic time/ 
 
 * While rolls the swelling Isis, 
 While stands Shotover Hill, 
 The fifth day of November 
 Shall have such honour still : 
 Gay the Commemoration, 
 Tho' but few Gownsmen stay, 
 But the fifth day of November 
 Is Oxford's whitest day. 
 
 In memory of Guy Fawkes 
 
 The Town and Gownsmen meet, 
 
 And for the deadly combat 
 
 Crowd up each well-known street. 
 
 The Town they come from Jericho 
 
 And all the slums around, 
 
 And bargees from the river 
 
 Approach the battle ground. 
 
 The Gownsmen draw their numbers 
 
 From College and from hall, 
 
 From Ch. Ch. down to Keble 
 
 Without the city wall, 
 
 To where by central Carfax, 
 
 With pugilistic might, 
 
 While bobbies vainly interfered, 
 
 Was fought the glorious fight.' 
 
 Outwardly, of course, Mr. Bayzand praised 
 the increasing moderation and good sense 
 of this generation of men who are allowing so 
 foolish a custom to lapse, but inwardly, I 
 fancy that he felt with Tom Hearne, that 
 
196 THEIR OXFORD YEAR 
 
 when good old customs alter 'tis a sign 
 learning dwindles. 
 
 He does not agree with the poet of the 
 Magazine on the subject of Bonfires, but 
 would rather hold with the opinion attributed 
 to Professor Dicey : 
 
 1 Professor Dicey asserts, that in any part of Her Majesty's 
 ample dominions 
 
 Any person has a right to make any demonstration to 
 celebrate the triumph of any opinions : 
 
 He says that your opponents, even if they don't feel 
 called upon to get drunk and to cheer with you, 
 
 Will be acting in a manner not merely wrong but also 
 imprudent if they dare to at all interfere with you : 
 
 And, in fact, for an Undergraduate to ignite a maroon or 
 a bonfire 
 
 Is a perfectly legitimate act, which should never the 
 indignation of any intelligent Don fire. 
 
 There can be no possible difficulty about his making a 
 bonfire or igniting any number of squibs, crackers, 
 maroons, rockets, v Roman candles, and Catherine 
 wheels in the decent obscurity of his proper back- 
 garden. 
 
 But Professor Dicey himself will acknowledge that the 
 selection of All Souls' College as a scene for the 
 practical application of his remarks would be a most 
 shocking example to the Bible Clerks, and would 
 also in all probability earn a reproof from the 
 Warden.' 
 
 Mr. Bayzand was able to tell me many 
 strange tales of bygone bonfires ; of the 
 Machiavellian policy of some Colleges which 
 
HILARY TERM 197 
 
 lay in bundles of wood for a bonfire and take 
 so fatherly an interest in it, that all the 
 expected fun dies out of it before it is lighted ; 
 or of the daring conception on the part of 
 some Don, who caused all the oil-cans which 
 should have increased the flames to be filled 
 with water to quench them. 
 
 ' Many a one/ said Mr. Bayzand, ' have I 
 seen sent down for having a bit of fun with a 
 bonfire ; but there, them that 's sent down 
 may live to be a credit to the College, not to 
 speak of coming to be Prime Minister, as 
 some 's been known to do/ 
 
 He also remembered Mary Lamb, and our 
 conversation worked round to and ultimately 
 stopped at him and his heroic conduct 
 during an outbreak of influenza in the College. 
 
 ' Nursed 'em all, he did/ said Mr. Bayzand ; 
 ' you never see such a thing. He used to 
 go round to 'em all just like a hospital nurse 
 and give 'em their medicine. " And I see 
 that they takes it, Bayzand," he says; 
 " there 's no shirking allowed with me, and 
 if they rebels against stopping in bed, I just 
 sits on top of 'em till they 're ready to 
 promise anything," he says. Over six foot 
 high and weighed a bit, he did/ 
 
 ' He must have been a dear/ I said. ' I 
 hope he didn't end by getting it himself/ 
 
198 THEIR OXFORD YEAR 
 
 ' Yes, he did/ said Mr. Bayzand, ' and his 
 mother came up and nursed him. A nice lady 
 she was, too, one of the old-fashioned sort. 
 " You look after the mother and I '11 mind 
 the child/' as the proverb says/ 
 
 So here we were, this comforter and I, 
 round again at the fatal subject of the ' Flu/ 
 
 My real help and stay through it all was 
 Mrs. Oglander. She, as John expressed it, 
 ' did not stop at comforting, but really 
 propped/ 
 
 She and John have now laid their heads 
 together and have decided that I am to be 
 taken away for a change of air. 
 
 ' But where, when I am taken away, am 
 I to be put ? ' This was my not unnatural 
 question. 
 
 ' On a hill/ said John. 
 
 ' But what hill ? ' said I. 
 
 And then there came to our assistance 
 what John calls ' Bridget's way of settling 
 things by the necromantic method/ 
 
 I began to remember that almost my last 
 act before I succumbed was to go to the 
 Bodleian Library to read an ancient book 
 called Oxonia Expurgata, for I do sometimes 
 read in Bodley itself, and the reason why 
 I have not enlarged to you on my times 
 there is because I feared that I should never 
 
HILARY TERM 
 
 stop if I once began to talk about that 
 Storehouse of Delights. 
 
 Now as I descended the staircase on my 
 way from the new reading-room back to the 
 old, I cast my eye upon the wall to the right 
 of the staircase and, hanging there, I saw 
 some pieced-together fragments of a very 
 ancient woolwork map. There was a verse 
 in the corner, and this was how it ran : 
 
 * In . threefold . partes . divided . is . on . easte . do . the . 
 Cotteswold . stand . 
 
 Most . fertil . hills . for . sheep . and . ike . not . in . 
 
 this . land.' 
 
 ' I will go/ said I to myself, ' one day to 
 the Cotteswold, whatever they may be/ 
 
 So, when Mrs. Oglander began to suggest 
 this place and that place as likely ones for 
 me to revive in, I said to her : 
 
 ' If I must go anywhere, and if they still 
 exist and are possible of access, I should 
 like to go to the Cotteswold/ 
 
 ' Oh, you clever creature ! ' said she, ' who 
 told you anything about the Cotswolds ? 
 They are only just round the corner from 
 here, and it is to Willersey Hill on the Cots- 
 wolds that I am planning to send you/ 
 
 ' And why were you planning to send me 
 there, pray ? ' said I. 
 
 ' Because/ said she, ' it is not far off, and 
 
200 THEIR OXFORD YEAR 
 
 it is very high up, and it is full of associa- 
 tions with bygone Oxford. If you rummage 
 a little in all those old books of which you 
 are so fond, you will find endless allusions 
 to the Cotswold country/ 
 
 So I turned with interest and renewed zest 
 to my rummaging. 
 
 I found that my new friend, Celia Fiennes, 
 did actually, on one of her journeys, ride up 
 ' a vast, stony, high, hazardous hill of neare 
 two mile long ascending all the way from 
 Western.* 
 
 It was in a farm on the top of this hill 
 that Mrs. Oglander was planning to plant us. 
 
 She was a great dear, this Celia, and I 
 return Barbara Enderby a thousand thanks 
 for lending her artless chronicle to me. I 
 must copy for you her most excellent reasons 
 for keeping a journal : 
 
 ' My Journeys as they were begun to regain 
 my health by variety and change of aire and 
 exercise, soe whatever promoted that was 
 pursued ; and those informations of things 
 as could be obteined from Inns en passant, 
 or from some acquaintance, inhabitants of 
 such places could ffurnish me with for my 
 diversion, I thought necessary to remark : 
 that as my bodily health was promoted my 
 mind should not appear totally unoccupied, 
 
HILARY TERM 201 
 
 and the collecting it together remain for my 
 after conversation (with such as might be 
 inquisitive after such and such places) to 
 which might have recourse ; and as most 
 I converse with knows both the ffredom and 
 Easiness I speak and write as well as my 
 defect in all, so they will not expect exactness 
 or politeness in the book, tho' such Embellish- 
 ments might have adorned the descriptions 
 and suited the nicer taste/ 
 
 Certainly her style is a thing to wonder 
 at. Here is her description of the tombs of 
 the Peterboroughs in Turvoy Church : ' In 
 the Church are fine tombs and monuments of 
 that familly, the first with two Ladyes on 
 each side, he higher, one in a widdows dress 
 all marble finely Gilt and painted on a bed, 
 and rowles of Matt very naturall at their 
 head and feete. There was another and the 
 Lady dyed in Childbed the Child by her 
 Costly Carved and Gilt and 4 beademen at 
 the feete (he allowed for four old mens 
 maintenance), by it another and his Lady all 
 rich marble Gilt and painted/ 
 
 She was herself of a Cotswold family, for 
 she was a daughter of Colonel Nathaniel 
 Fiennes, and her brother was the third Lord 
 Saye and Sele of Broughton Castle by 
 Banbury. 
 
202 THEIR OXFORD YEAR 
 
 She lived through troublous times, when 
 heads sat insecurely upon shoulders and some- 
 times came off altogether. Says Celia, ' Such 
 Great persons, Especially those that can pay 
 well for it, have their heads sewed on again 
 and so buried/ 
 
 Her cheerfulness was a lesson that might 
 well be taken to heart of the Influenza 
 patient. ' The little rains that I had in the 
 morning before I left Newtontony made the 
 ways very slippery, and it being mostly on 
 Chaulk way, a little before I came to Alsford, 
 forceing my horse out of the hollow way, his 
 feete failed and he could noeways recover 
 himself, and soe I was shott off his neck 
 upon the Bank, but noe harm I bless God, 
 and as soon as he could role himself up, stood 
 shock still by me, which I looked on as a 
 great Mercy, indeed Mercy and Truth all 
 wayes have attended me/ 
 
 Part of the Cotswold is actually in Oxford- 
 shire, and I bore in mind the descriptions of 
 my old friend Doctor Plot of the stone circles 
 and the cromlech at Rollright, near to 
 Chipping Norton, and even more particularly 
 I remember his glowing descriptions and his 
 elaborate pictures of the ' Water-works ' at 
 Enstone, and of how Thomas Bushel, Esq., 
 when going to place a cistern there, ' met 
 
HILARY TERM 203 
 
 with a Rock so wonderfully contrived by 
 Nature herself that he thought it worthy all 
 imaginable Advancement by Art' 
 
 ' If/ said I, ' I am very meek and mild, and 
 if I fall obligingly into your plans for my 
 good and go to the Cotswold, will all these 
 things be added unto me ? ' 
 
 ' Well/ said she, ' I cannot promise that 
 you will see all that there is to be seen in the 
 Cotswold in the space of one short week and 
 with only your own legs to trust to, but you 
 will see much and you will come back revived, 
 and you will long to go again, and that is all 
 I can promise you, but I think it 's enough/ 
 
 Even Maurice Lynch had a good word to 
 say for the Cotswold plan. 
 
 ' You '11 soon cheer up there/ said he. 
 ' I should advise Mr. Goodenough to get you 
 out of this hole as soon as possible ; people 
 never pick up in Oxford/ Maurice always 
 advised me for my good as though I were 
 fifteen and he fifty. 
 
 He approved of our choice of place as 
 being ' in the middle of very decent country ; 
 the North Cotswolds aren't half a bad pack, 
 and you won't really be so very far off the 
 Heythrop/ 
 
 For Maurice had not failed to be among the 
 comforters. 
 
204 THEIR OXFORD YEAR 
 
 ' I '11 look in/ said he, ' and tell you all 
 about the Ouds. I come on, you know, as a 
 courtier. I '11 look in one rehearsal day and 
 show you my dress, if you like ; it isn't half 
 bad/ 
 
 The 'Ouds' is the O.U.D.S., and those 
 letters stand for the Oxford University Dra- 
 matic Society. 
 
 This year they are playing the Midsummer 
 Night's Dream, Just the play that young 
 and happy persons should play so well. 
 
 ' We mayn't act anything sensible, you 
 know/ says Maurice, ' only Greek or Shake- 
 speare. I 'm glad it 's not Greek this time/ 
 
 I too was glad, though for a different 
 reason ; the thought of Greek choruses being 
 performed within reach of me, and I not 
 able to go and listen, would have been too 
 maddening. 
 
 It will seem strange to you to hear of a 
 theatre at all in Oxford, and that Under- 
 graduates should actually play in it will seem 
 stranger still. 
 
 From all these excitements and tempta- 
 tions I am now being removed, for Mrs. 
 Oglander has come to say that we can have 
 rooms at the farm on the hill. 
 
 ' I bring you/ said she, ' Highways and 
 Byeways in Oxford and the Cotswolds ; take 
 
HILARY TERM 205 
 
 that and my blessing, and in a week we shall 
 have you back with every trace of influenza 
 blown out of you/ 
 
 My Antiquary brought me a small, squat 
 volume called The Spiritual Quixote. 
 
 ' You will see why I bring you this and ask 
 you to find room for it in your bag/ said he. 
 ' When you have ascended the hill from 
 Campden bid your driver to point out to you 
 Dover's Hill. Perhaps you will be able to 
 persuade your good husband to hire a carriage 
 and to drive you down into the plain to 
 Mickleton where good Richard Graves, the 
 author of the little work, lived/ 
 
 So I do not lose touch with Oxford up on the 
 Cotswold hills ; for I am actually here, stuck 
 up on the top of a hill nearly a thousand feet 
 high, and really, I suppose, my adventures 
 here ought not to figure at all in my green 
 diary, but I feel so fully in touch with Oxford 
 life, so completely in tune with the spirit of 
 all my tiny studies there. 
 
 At every turn there is something that 
 reminds us of the dear place, something that 
 makes one long to know more of her history 
 and to look further into her past. Just for 
 once on our journey here I caught myself 
 wishing that John had read History and had 
 taken the Revolution as his special period; 
 
206 THEIR OXFORD YEAR 
 
 it would have been so useful if he had been 
 able to describe to me the movements of the 
 Parliamentary forces and of the King's army, 
 as the train took us across Port Meadow and 
 past the village of Yarnton. 
 
 When we left the train at Chipping Camp- 
 den and drove up the long hill to that most 
 beautiful town, we saw all that the war had 
 spared of the once great house of the Hicks 
 at Campden. 
 
 Here in Campden was born Mr. George 
 Ballard, of Magdalen College, he who wrote 
 that book in praise of the Learned Ladies. 
 
 Down below us at Saintsbury lived William 
 Latimer, the friend of Erasmus. ' Himself/ 
 says our Highways and Byeways, ' a Fellow 
 of All Souls, he shares with Erasmus, Grocyn, 
 and Linacre the honour of planting the study 
 of Greek at Oxford/ He was vicar also of 
 Weston, still further down the hill, where, 
 in all probability, he built the rectory house. 
 To this house came riding Celia Fiennes, on 
 her way to ' my brother Say ' at Broughton. 
 ' Here/ says she, ' is all very heavy way to 
 Weston, 25 mile in Glocester, to a Parsonage 
 of my Cos'n Pheramus ffiennes, given him 
 for his life by his and our Grandfather 
 Willm Lord Viscount Say and Seale it 's a 
 neate building, all stone, and ye walls round 
 
HILARY TERM 207 
 
 Court, Gardens, and yards are all of 
 Stone/ 
 
 Then, as strength returned to me in this 
 glorious air, we made our way into the plain 
 to Mickleton, where once lived Richard 
 Graves, a notable Antiquary and the friend 
 of Hearne. His younger son was that 
 Richard Graves who wrote the Spiritual 
 Quixote, and, indeed, the scene of the story 
 opens in Mickleton itself. In all our walks 
 we come to little towns and villages whose 
 churches are in the gift of some Oxford 
 College ; we seem to turn in no direction 
 that does not bring us somehow back into 
 touch with the place. 
 
 In one church there was a charming 
 seventeenth-century tablet to a young M.A. 
 ' of Exceter Colledg Oxford/ with a little 
 group of stony-painted books on the top of 
 it to show that he, at any rate, was a literary 
 character. 
 
 In Mickleton Church, too, we dropped a 
 tear upon the funeral urn of the curate's 
 daughter, poor Utrecia Smith, the friend of 
 Richard Graves and of his friend, Shenstone. 
 The sad little tale of her gifts and accom- 
 plishments, her disappointment in love, and 
 her early death can be read in the Life of 
 Shenstone by his friend Graves, She, like 
 
208 THEIR OXFORD YEAR 
 
 Mary Astell, was thrown over by a faithless 
 cleric. 
 
 Besides the pleasure that we derived from 
 what Sir Henry Wotton would have called 
 ' these evagations/ we revelled in the quiet 
 of the hills. It is the first time that John 
 and I have been so entirely alone, for, 
 as Mrs. Oglander explained to us, ' I am 
 not sending you to a place like that Swiss 
 hotel which put amongst its attractions that 
 " Lovers of Loneliness flock here from all 
 parts." ' 
 
 I have been moved to write in my red 
 book, ' Life's chiefest blessing is an under- 
 standing husband/ 
 
 Full of health and vigour we returned by 
 Stow-on-the-Wold and Burford, and by the 
 borders of Wychwood Forest, where the 
 Scholar Gipsy plucked his flowers. 
 
 And so back to a strangely quiet Oxford ; 
 to deserted lecture-rooms and to silent 
 quadrangles. 
 
 It is rather like returning to a home from 
 which the children have all departed. Some 
 of the nurses are left in the shape of Dons 
 who have not yet betaken themselves to the 
 four corners of the earth, and the Parks 
 are still fairly full of the married sort whose 
 children are yet at school. 
 
HILARY TERM 209 
 
 We are waiting for the Christening on St. 
 Patrick's day, and then we too shall go. 
 
 I wandered this morning round the book- 
 shops, and found them appropriately filled 
 with guide-books for every country in which 
 it is conceivable that a wandering Fellow 
 might wish to enjoy his vacation. 
 
 While I was hanging over these I met 
 Aunt Camilla ' For it is only/ says Mrs. 
 Oglander, ' in the very deadest part of the 
 Long Vacation that you are not sure to meet 
 some one that you know in an Oxford book- 
 shop' and I fell in for one of her trenchant dis- 
 quisitions on the deterioration to be observed 
 in the manners of the present generation. 
 
 ' It astonishes me, my dear/ said she, ' to 
 observe that young man, to all outward 
 seeming a gentleman, who is actually con- 
 suming tobacco in a pipe, although he can 
 hardly fail to be aware that he finds himself 
 in the presence of ladies ; when I was young 
 such a proceeding was quite unheard of. 
 My father greatly disliked the habit, under 
 any circumstances : if my brothers desired 
 to indulge in the practice, they invariably 
 retired to the harness-room. To have smoked 
 in our presence they would have regarded 
 as something quite inconceivable/ 
 
 I was glad that the offending man was no 
 
210 THEIR OXFORD YEAR 
 
 acquaintance of mine, and I remembered, 
 with a feeling akin to shame, the scent of 
 tobacco which clings about our own apart- 
 ments. 
 
 ' But the manners of to-day are so changed/ 
 went on Aunt Camilla, ' from those that 
 prevailed amongst the educated classes in 
 my day ; I am ceasing to be astonished at 
 anything that I see or hear/ 
 
 Here the man with the pipe was joined by 
 another with a cigarette in his mouth. 
 Fragments of their conversation, mingled 
 with smoke, floated towards us. 
 
 ' I say/ said one, ' I 'm going to Tiflis this 
 vac : I wish you 'd come with me/ 
 
 ' All right/ said the other, ' I J m your 
 man. When d' you start ? ' 
 
 How differently would not the late Sir 
 Willoughby Outhwaite have projected such 
 a journey ! 
 
 I tried to find out from Aunt Camilla, 
 when she permitted me to escort her from 
 this scene of vulgar indulgence, whether she 
 had any theory as to the causes of the 
 decadence in present-day manners. Is it 
 simply to save time that we have become 
 so abrupt and word-saving ? Or is there 
 some other and subtler reason for the change ? 
 When, I wonder, did the habit first grow on 
 
HILARY TERM 211 
 
 us ? When did we first begin, for instance, 
 to think that ' Yours sincerely ' or even 
 ' Yours ' was ending enough for all our 
 letters ? No Frenchman or Italian adopts, 
 even in the language of commerce, our short 
 and snappy method. Lately I have been 
 reading the letters of Sir Henry Wotton, 
 and how beautifully he knew the way to 
 round off a letter until it became almost a 
 benediction. ' In the meantime and ever, 
 our sweet Saviour keep us in his love/ Is 
 not that a charming ending ? 
 
 Aunt Camilla and I shook our heads 
 together over this sad loss of all the little 
 graces which add so much to the agreeable- 
 ness of life. 
 
 We met again at the baptism of Patrick 
 Burke Enderby. This was a most pleasant 
 ceremony, though it was, doubtless, as my 
 Antiquary remarked, ' enough to make all 
 the Fellows on the old foundation turn in 
 their graves/ 
 
 ' A christening in our chapel ! ' they would 
 have said ; ' disgusting ! We shall see peram- 
 bulators in the quadrangle and children 
 playing in our groves next, we suppose. 
 This is what comes of permitting Fellows 
 to marry/ 
 
 A beautiful, gilt rose-water dish did duty 
 
212 THEIR OXFORD YEAR 
 
 as a font, and a Fellow of the College per- 
 formed the ceremony. The Master stood as 
 one godfather, so that the boy received a 
 double baptism into Church and College. 
 One would have felt no surprise if he had 
 been audibly made ' A Member of this 
 University/ 
 
 His christening cake was cut in the Common 
 Room, and he appeared, at any rate in his 
 mother's eyes, to take much pleasure in his 
 early introduction to his future College. 
 
 A College Gaelic Society had presented 
 him with a silver bowl suitably inscribed 
 in that language, and my Antiquary, who 
 displayed the liveliest interest in and know- 
 ledge of the way of babies, himself bestowed 
 upon him a coral and a bell. 
 
 Sheila and Brigid, the little twin-sisters, 
 fluttered about him like beatific angels. 
 
 The next day we went once more to the 
 Congregation House to see the induction of 
 the new Proctors for the ensuing year. 
 
 I was glad that we stayed to see this. I 
 think that, perhaps, of all the delights which 
 Oxford has to offer to the stranger within 
 her gates, her ancient ceremonies are the 
 most completely delightful. For this one 
 we enjoyed again the beautiful setting of 
 the Congregation House, the dim lighting 
 
HILARY TERM 213 
 
 and the background of panelled walls. Again 
 I took an ignorant delight in the sound of 
 the sonorous Latin. Listen to the descrip- 
 tion of what happens, as it is written in the 
 University Statutes : 
 
 ' 4. De Procuratoribus admittendis. 
 
 ' I. In Termino S. Hilarii, die Mercurii in 
 nona hebdomade pleni termini, sicut hoc 
 verbum in Statt. Tit. VI. Sect. i. F. 9, cl. 6, 
 definitum est tempore pomeridiano, superioris 
 anni Procuratoribus in domo Convocationis 
 sellas suas capessentibus, exsurgens senior 
 Procurator gesta illius anni, quaecunque oc- 
 currerint memoratu digna, brevi oratione 
 percenseat; deinde uterque ofnciorum suo- 
 rum insignia, scilicet Statutorum libros, et 
 clavium fascicules, coram tota Convocatione 
 deponat.' 
 
 Now all this we saw performed before our 
 eyes. We saw the two outgoing Proctors 
 laying down the badges of their office, and 
 we heard the long Latin valedictory speech 
 of the Senior Proctor, in which he recounted 
 all the chief events of his year. 
 
 We saw the new Proctors ' et praeeunte 
 Bedellorum altero, habitu gradui et officio 
 competente, solenniter deducti Domino Vice- 
 Cancellario per Praefectos Collegiorum suo- 
 rum, vel Collegiorum in quibus electi sunt, 
 
214 THEIR OXFORD YEAR 
 
 eorumve Deputatos, ad officia sua prae- 
 sententur ' ; that is to say, that we saw 
 them, attended by their chosen Pro-Proctors, 
 and by as many of the Members of their own 
 Colleges as saw fit to accompany them. We 
 heard the Vice-Chancellor address them in this 
 solemn manner, after they had been intro- 
 duced to him by the Heads of their respective 
 Colleges : ' Magister, tu dabis fidem, quod ea 
 omnia et singula quse ad ofncium (senioris 
 vel junioris) Procuratoris istius Universitatis 
 spectant, bene et fideliter, et indifferenter, 
 quatenus te et officium tuum concernunt, 
 omnimoda partialitate seposita durante tuo 
 officio, exequeris ; et executionum eorundem 
 per Deputatos tuos, quantum in te est, 
 procurabis.' 
 
 To this we heard them reply ' Do fidem/ 
 Then we saw the new two taking over the 
 seals and the keys and the books of the first 
 two, and changing hoods with them. The 
 Proctors wear white hoods, and their gowns 
 have sleeves and facings of black velvet ; 
 the gown, too, has a little tag upon the 
 shoulder, and, with bands on the neck, the 
 Proctor presents a very fearsome appearance. 
 I tell you all this, for I am sure that you led 
 such a virtuous existence up here, you never 
 could have known what it means to * be 
 

 HILARY TERM 215 
 
 progged,' as the graceful language of to-day 
 describes an enforced visit to the Proctor. 
 
 After all this was over Convocation dis- 
 solved. ' Dimissa autem Convocatione, Pro- 
 curatores una cum Magistris, Vice-cancella- 
 rium domum suam deducant ; deinde Magistri 
 utrumque Procuratorum, primo seniorem, 
 dein juniorem, Bedellis praeeuntibus, ad Col- 
 legia sua deducant/ 
 
 That is to say, that we all, including the 
 young families of the Proctors, who were 
 interested spectators of the scene, went home 
 again. 
 
 And now we too must take up our Baedekers 
 and go ; saying ' Good-bye ' until next Term 
 to the Beloved City, and ' Farewell for 
 always ' to our happy home in Holyfields 
 Court. 
 

THE SUMMER TERM 
 
Salve Termine summe Terminorum 
 infinitaque Termini voluptas ! 
 salvete, hospitium recens, sorores, 
 consobrinae, amitaeque, ceteraeque. 
 consobrina placet domi forisque : 
 dulces, si modo mutuae, sorores : 
 placandasque amitas, puer, memento, 
 si vis conloquio frui puellae. 
 
 Salve Termine summe Terminorum, 
 O conferte gravisque inanitate, 
 O dulcedine perlaboriose, 
 Saturnalia dissipationis ! 
 
 2, ' Terminalia,' 
 in the Oxford Magazine, June n, 1890. 
 
THE SUMMER TERM 
 
 PARK TOWN, 
 
 April 
 
 IF I were to head this third and concluding 
 part of my long letter to you properly ; 
 if, that is to say, I were to consult the Calendar 
 at the beginning of my maroon-coloured 
 volume, I should write ' Easter Term/ 
 This is the proper name for what every one 
 calls the ' Summer Term/ every one, that is, 
 who belongs to the frivolous world, and, for 
 this Term only, I mean to be of that world. 
 
 20. M. Easter Monday. Bank Holiday. 
 
 Bodleian Library and Radcliffe Camera reopen. 
 
 Thus runs the Calendar, but the entry leaves 
 me cold, and seat 154 is untenanted by me. 
 
 I turn from the University Gazette, whose 
 pages I once scanned so eagerly for notices 
 of Professorial or other lectures, to many of 
 which I went with such ardour and with so 
 high a sense of the privileges which were 
 mine. 
 
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220 THEIR OXFORD YEAR 
 
 I am busy settling into our new little 
 summer home. All the world here has summer 
 visitors, and we must do as all the world 
 does. 
 
 ' If possible/ Mrs. Enderby said to me once, 
 ' a Summer Term visitor should be beautiful, 
 an exquisite blend of April gaiety and change- 
 fulness and of May bloom and radiance/ 
 
 Do you remember Rachel Carleton ? If 
 you do remember her, and once seen it is 
 not possible to forget her, you will know 
 that in securing her I have secured an ideal 
 summer visitor. There was nowhere in our 
 dear little Holywell home where one could 
 put such a radiant vision, so we have come 
 up here to a small furnished house, and I am 
 * settling in/ 
 
 For this Term, then, we are ' North Oxford 
 Residents/ but, although we are in villadom, 
 we are not quite of it. These houses, I think, 
 must have been built, or, at any rate, have 
 been building, when you were here. We 
 look out upon almond-trees in front, and 
 towards the river and the hills at the back. 
 
 We have a little raised terrace upon which 
 all our front doors open, and all our surround- 
 ings have a pleasant air of old-fashioned 
 gentility about them. 
 
 My getting-in operations are assisted and 
 
THE SUMMER TERM 221 
 
 superintended by a certain Mrs. Noy. She 
 tells me that I am ' without exception the 
 nicest lady she has ever had to do with.' I 
 should feel more puffed up about this if she 
 had not said the same thing to Mrs. Enderby 
 and to Mrs. Bent, who recommended her to 
 us. Her reason for liking John is such an 
 odd one. ' A real nice young gentleman/ she 
 says he is, ' and such an affectionate husband, 
 why, he 's no sooner in the house than he 's 
 a-hollerin' for you, ma'am/ I incline to 
 think that Mrs. Noy intends to stay with 
 us through the Term, and, if she does mean 
 to stay, she probably will. 
 
 One thing that endears her to me is that her 
 attitude towards Oxford is so like my own. 
 She herself is an Oxford woman born and 
 bred, and she frankly despises any one whose 
 origin is not equally to be envied. In some 
 bygone moment of youthful passion and 
 weakness she married a Cornishman the 
 late Mr. Noy about whom she is reticent, 
 and over whose career I judge that it is best 
 to draw a veil. She rarely alludes to him, 
 and only as ' my pore 'usband/ or simply as 
 ' Noy/ 
 
 What she really does like to talk about, 
 though she is more indifferent to the subject 
 of a talk than to the talk itself, is Oxford. 
 
222 THEIR OXFORD YEAR 
 
 ' I always say/ says she, ' that there's no 
 place like it, no place like it, not if you was 
 to search the world over. My sons, now, 
 they 've gone off to London. I always says 
 to 'em, " Whatever you can see in London 
 I can't think," I says; "there's nothing to 
 be compared to Oxford in the whole on J t." 
 But, bless you, ma'am, they don't see it, no, 
 ma'am, nor won't. Well, there 's no place 
 like it, nor never will be again.' 
 
 How could I bring myself to exchange for 
 a mere conventional domestic one whose 
 soul is so akin to my soul ? 
 
 She says that she can ' do for us,' with the 
 assistance of a young housemaid, ' seeing as 
 you are considerate people and often out to 
 meals/ ' Grand meals/ she says, ' she could 
 not undertake nor ever would, but if your 
 good gentleman should want to bring another 
 gentleman home to dinner, you have but to 
 put your head down the kitchen stairs and 
 say so, and an extry pudding or such always 
 shall be ready. I 'm not one nor ever was 
 to prevent young people from enjoying of 
 theirselves natural-like, and what the 'usband 
 says the wife must do, and I was always 
 one to turn my hand to anything, as my last 
 mistress, bless her ! used ter say ter me afore 
 I married. "Jane/' she'd use ter say (for 
 
THE SUMMER TERM 223 
 
 though my christened name is Maria she 'd 
 always call me Jane, her own name being 
 Maria, d' you see?), "Jane," she'd use ter 
 say, " in losing you I loses a treasure " ; and 
 I 'd say, " Ma'am, I knows it, but marriage 
 is foreordained and not ter be got out of." 
 " Jane," she 'd say, " you 're a good 'ooman, 
 and may be a blessing and have a blessing," 
 she 'd say ; and blessings I have had, though 
 not without cursings too, for troubles every 
 one is bound ter have, though I hope indeed, 
 ma'am, that yours may be but few and far 
 bytween.' 
 
 When Mrs. Noy had arrived at this point 
 my manners usually forsook me and I de- 
 parted in haste. 
 
 I have also secured the services of a young 
 maid. One was sent to me whose name is 
 Anne Page, and it is obvious to the meanest 
 intelligence that, on learning this fact, nothing 
 was possible for me but to take her at once. 
 She is not of the awe-inspiring kind, who can 
 say ' Not at home ' to visitors in a lofty 
 manner, when well aware that you are grub- 
 bing in the back-garden ; our Anne is of the 
 homely and candid variety, which is far more 
 suitable for us simple folk. 
 
 Our household is completed by the presence, 
 from seven o'clock to nearly nine o'clock, of 
 
224 THEIR OXFORD YEAR 
 
 a ' Morning's boy/ In his case, also, his name 
 was his chief attraction for us, until we came 
 to love him for himself, although it took me 
 some time and John some intelligence to 
 discover its rare beauty. 
 
 His mother brought him to apply for the 
 place, and to extol his virtues and his singular 
 suitability to our service. 
 
 When she had perorated on these at some 
 length, I sought to stem her by addressing 
 the candidate himself. 
 
 ' What is your name ? ' I asked. 
 
 And he answered : 
 
 ' Lonzowilkezzumpleasum/ 
 
 ' What ? ' said I, disregarding all that I 
 was ever taught of manners. 
 
 ' Lonzowilkesum/ repeated he. 
 
 Fortunately John was a bystander at this 
 interview, and he translated. Speaking, as 
 he always does, to the point, and possessing 
 a brighter intellect than mine, he said : 
 
 ' His name is Alonzo Wilkes ; we must have 
 him/ 
 
 His mother said that he would be at our 
 service before school-hours on ordinary 
 week-days, and on Saturdays he would stay 
 longer and ' lend a hand or run errands 
 for us/ 
 
 ' Does he/ said I, ' know all the Colleges, 
 
THE SUMMER TERM 225 
 
 should I require him to take notes to any 
 of them for me ? ' 
 
 ' Bless you, yes, ma'am/ said she, ' he do 
 know them all, right down to Mansfield and 
 Manchester/ 
 
 And this, dear, is more than you would 
 know, for Manchester and Mansfield did not 
 exist in your day of unrepealed Test Acts. 
 
 So now I am as well equipped with service 
 as most of my neighbours. Do you remember 
 that definition of Oxford as a place of resi- 
 dence which we once heard ? ' Such a good 
 place to live in, for no one has more than 
 seven hundred a year/ This may not be 
 quite so true as it once was, but the dear 
 place is still blessedly free from the presence 
 of the very rich. 
 
 A good deal of our time this Term will be 
 spent on the river. When I say ' the river ' 
 in this connection, I mean the Cherwell ; that 
 is the name of the little river which runs at 
 the back of our house. We have rented a 
 boat with the house, and at all available 
 moments we shall unhook the two keys 
 which hang beside our front door, we shall 
 walk along the little terrace and down the 
 steps at the end, turning under the archway 
 which divides our terrace into two halves. 
 Then, with one key we shall unlock a little 
 
226 THEIR OXFORD YEAR 
 
 gate in a fence and enter on the long path 
 which leads down to the boat-house. 
 
 Here, too, does John propose to bathe 
 bright and early on spring and summer 
 mornings. 
 
 But all this is for the future ; at present 
 we are wrapped in snow. This sounds impos- 
 sible, but it is absolutely true. I shall soon 
 begin to regret that I did not come prepared 
 with my snow-shoes for use in the merry 
 English spring-time. 
 
 So great a snow-storm as this is hardly 
 known here at any season, and now it has 
 come on the first day of Term when, of all days 
 in the Academic Year, it is least welcome. 
 
 Crowds of young people are arriving from 
 all directions, and amongst them all is our 
 summer guest our Rachel. 
 
 I think I had forgotten how very beautiful 
 she is. Wrapped in her white furs and seen 
 against the snowy background, she looked 
 like a snow queen when John brought her at 
 last to our humble door. 
 
 Being what she is, as merry and as wise 
 as she is beautiful, Rachel had enjoyed the 
 manifold delays and discomforts of her jour- 
 ney through the snow ; it seemed, she said, 
 only right and natural that Paradise should 
 be gained with difficulty, and she means, she 
 
OXFORD IN THE SNOW 
 
THE SUMMER TERM 227 
 
 says, to find a Paradise with us here in 
 Oxford. 
 
 She shows a most charming disposition to 
 like what we like, and she is as eager as I am, 
 if that were possible, to get at the very heart 
 of Oxford. 
 
 ' Don't show me all the ordinary things, 
 will you, Bridget ? ' said she. ' Let me 
 imagine them and think that I have seen 
 them, or let them sink into me unconsciously. 
 Don't leave me to the enjoyment of the merely 
 obvious, but do let me find out, partly from 
 you and partly for myself, those little nooks 
 and corners that must exist here ; they will 
 be like precious pearls upon a string for me 
 to take away with me. You can make 
 pictures of them all for me/ For it was 
 always a firm belief with Rachel that I am 
 an excellent artist. 
 
 My pleasure in all my little researches is 
 thus doubled by the presence and the ap- 
 preciation of another ; trebled, in fact, for 
 now, wherever I go, I carry my foreground 
 with me. 
 
 If Doctor Johnson was right in his remarks 
 about good inns as important adjuncts to 
 the best scenery, how important it must be 
 for any one who is anxious to view all things 
 from the picturesque point of view, to have 
 
228 THEIR OXFORD YEAR 
 
 so exquisite a foreground. And, contrari- 
 wise, how much an appropriate background 
 enhances the charms of the most beautiful 
 figure. I always knew that our Rachel was 
 lovely, but I never, I think, fully realised 
 how lovely until I saw her standing against 
 the mellow greyness of an Oxford cloister 
 wall. 
 
 Again, this wonderful friend and cousin 
 (for whether she belongs more to me on the 
 score of our ancient friendship, or to John 
 because of her distant cousinship, is indeed 
 a fine issue) has the enviable faculty of 
 looking at her best under circumstances 
 which would be disastrous to the good looks 
 of most of us. 
 
 Yesterday at breakfast-time John was 
 moved to speak. ' I suppose/ said he, ' that 
 you will neither of you be down to breakfast 
 with me to-morrow morning ? ' 
 
 * Why so ? ' said we. 
 
 ' Because/ said John, ' those who get up 
 at four o'clock usually stay in bed to break- 
 fast, unless they are very strong-bodied as 
 well as strong-minded/ 
 
 ' But why does my learned kinsman think 
 that we are going to rise so early to-morrow ? ' 
 said Rachel. 
 
 ' Because I thought that you were under 
 
THE SUMMER TERM 229 
 
 vows to experience each sensation that Oxford 
 had to offer/ said John. 
 
 ' Is it then/ said we, ' an Oxford custom 
 to rise thus early once in the year ? And 
 why to-morrow ? ' 
 
 ' To-morrow/ said John, ' each woman in 
 Oxford borrows her cook's alarum, rises from 
 her bed at four o'clock, and repairs to, 
 Magdalen/ 
 
 ' And what, pray, does she do there ? ' said 
 I, though now I began to understand and to 
 remember things that you have told me, but 
 it is so good for John to exercise his tongue, 
 I would not stop him for all the world. 
 
 ' When/ quoth John, ' she owns a husband 
 who says little but thinks much, and whose 
 whole endeavour it is to find favour in her 
 eyes, or a cousin whose one wish it is to 
 please her, she finds herself possessed of tickets 
 which enable her to enter Magdalen Tower 
 and to climb to the top thereof, if she 's 
 sure that she feels up to it/ 
 
 ' O John/ we said, ' you really are a most 
 excellent man. Of course we will arise and 
 greet thie May morning sun from the top of 
 Magdalen Tower/ 
 
 Now it is on this account that I told you 
 how Rachel always looks her best at moments 
 when one might least expect it of her. I, 
 
230 THEIR OXFORD YEAR 
 
 in my own mind, likened her to some early 
 Italian angel, I think to one of those rather 
 pagan angels, in garments of many colours, 
 that one loves so in the gallery at Perugia, 
 but John inclined more to see in her a young 
 Aurora poised on some mountain-top. 
 
 And what a time to look at her most 
 beautiful ! 
 
 It is very thrilling when the sun rises 
 and the choristers burst forth : 
 
 ' Te Deum Patrem colimus, 
 Te laudibus prosequimur : 
 Qui corpus cibo reficis, 
 Coelesti menten gratio. 
 
 Te adoramus, oh Jesu, 
 Te Fill unigenite, 
 Te qui non dedignatus es 
 Subire claustra virginis.' 
 
 Then the Magdalen bells began to ring and 
 all was over until next year. It is inspiring 
 to descend and to find oneself in the midst of 
 a concourse of people, many of them with 
 May horns. I thought so much of you, for 
 here was a ceremony which you had so often 
 described to me have you not your own May 
 horn to this day ? 
 
 But oh ! have you forgotten, in the remem- 
 brance of the exhilaration of five o'clock, the 
 resulting depression in the middle of the 
 
THE SUMMER TERM 231 
 
 normal morning ? That wonderful Rachel 
 went on with John into the Iffley meadows 
 to pick fritillaries. In my mind's eye I saw 
 her stooping to gather the strange, snaky 
 blossoms, but I and my body took themselves 
 home to bed. 
 
 Even Rachel suggested that the afternoon 
 should be devoted to some quiet occupation. 
 
 ' Let me, Bridgetkin/ said she, ' look at 
 some of these wonderful Oxford books of yours 
 while you can be writing a faithful and true 
 account of the events of the morning for your 
 Grandfather/ 
 
 But neither of our projected occupations 
 advanced very fast, because I was always 
 looking at her and thinking how charming a 
 picture she made as I caught her perfect 
 profile against the greenery of~ our tiny 
 garden, and she was perpetually interrupting 
 me with some pleasant morsel culled from 
 her book. 
 
 ' Listen, Bridget/ she begins. ' I am going 
 to make a list for my own reading in those 
 wonderful libraries which you have shown 
 to me : why should I alone lead a frivolous 
 life in the midst of so much learning ? I 
 shall begin with a book called Summer Ex- 
 cursions through Parts of Oxfordshire, Glou- 
 cestershire, Warwickshire, Staffordshire, Here- 
 
232 THEIR OXFORD YEAR 
 
 fordshire, Derbyshire and South Wales, by 
 Elizabeth Isabella Spence. A review of the 
 period says that " Miss Spence is an agreeable 
 traveller." I shall travel in her company, 
 and accumulate wisdom after your own 
 manner, Mrs. Bridget/ 
 
 Then when I am once more absorbed in 
 trying to express myself to you : 
 
 ' Bridget, Bridget, do listen to this, it does 
 describe so exactly what I feel sure that you 
 are now writing ; it is a review of Letters 
 from the Mountains ; being the real Corre- 
 spondence of a Lady, between the years 1807 
 and 1809 only the difference of a hundred 
 years, Bridget, and it might really be your 
 diary that was being described : " The charm 
 of these letters consists in their being the 
 artless effusion of a superior mind. There is 
 sterling good sense in most of her remarks 
 on books, manners, education, etc., and a 
 great share of originality. She always appears 
 to us in a light at once respectable and 
 amiable." That 's just what you do, you 
 know ; they are the only faults that any 
 one can see in you, your respectability and 
 amiability. " Her understanding is strong, 
 her fancy lively, her sensibility acute. She 
 has the art of placing everything before our 
 eyes ; we see her, we hear her, and we become 
 
THE SUMMER TERM 233 
 
 acquainted with her ; and, when we shut 
 her book, we seem to take leave of a friend/' 
 
 ' Now wouldn't you think/ said Rachel, 
 ' that they were reviewing what your John 
 calls " a dribbley book " of to-day ? One of 
 those fashionable compounds of personal 
 reflections and impressions mixed up with a 
 dash of sentiment and just as much fact as is 
 likely to please the public ? Now don't you 
 go and perpetrate a dribbley book, Mrs. G/ 
 
 ' But this isn't a book/ I objected, ' it 's 
 nothing but a wretched little diary for my 
 dear Grandad to read/ 
 
 ' Oh, don't add literality to those other two 
 faults, my little dearest B., for I 'm not at all 
 sure that it isn't worse than either of them/ 
 
 ' I am not your little dearest anything/ 
 I retorted, ' and I won't, as Mrs. Noy would 
 say, " be called out of my name, not if it was 
 ever so, or nothing at all, for the matter of 
 that." ' 
 
 But it is never wise of me to quote Mrs. 
 Noy, if I wish for peace. Rachel is making 
 a collection of the sayings of that wonderful 
 woman, and she regards it as a sinful waste 
 of opportunity to let slip any chance of adding 
 to it. 
 
 ' Every lady, that is a lady, naturally 
 prefers her own 'usband before hother gentle- 
 
 
234 THEIR OXFORD YEAR 
 
 men/ is one of the brightest gems in Rachel's 
 collection, but ' Hevery Fellow/ my sister, she 
 says to him, ' is, I should 'ope, sir, at liberty 
 to choose his own washerwoman/ runs it 
 very close. This last is, of course, but the 
 climax to a long tale relative to the inner 
 working of colleges : it would need to be 
 thoroughly well edited and annotated before 
 even you could understand its full significance. 
 John affects to prefer her description of a 
 celebrated beauty : ' When all 's said and 
 done, she really wasn't much to look at, no 
 more than what you might be yourself, m'm/ 
 But my favourite is : ' " Did Erasmus live 
 hereabouts ? ' I says, answering 'im like, 
 and seeing from 'is speech that he was a 
 Merican, " I 'm sure I don't know," I says, 
 " for I keeps myself to myself and I makes 
 no new acquaintance." 
 
 Our entire household has naturally suc- 
 cumbed to Rachel's charm. Anne Page con- 
 siders that there ' never has been a lovelier 
 lady in Oxford nor 's like to be, than our Miss 
 Carleton.' Mrs. Noy calls her ' a perfect 
 picter/ and suggests getting 'a nice young 
 gentleman as a 'usband for her, the same as 
 you Ve got for yourself, m'm/ as a suitable 
 occupation for me. 
 
 Alonzo has announced his intention of 
 
THE SUMMER TERM 235 
 
 1 emigrating with Miss Carle ton/ Already 
 I think that he sees himself lassoing wild 
 buffaloes upon a boundless prairie, or finding 
 a gold mine worthy of Rachel's acceptance. 
 It is at Rachel's feet that Alonzo lays the 
 bunches of fritillaries that should properly 
 be laid at those of his generous employer, and 
 it is Rachel that he has cordially invited to 
 visit him in his home ' down Jericho/ but 
 that, I tell her, is because she was so much 
 excited on hearing that he lived in such an 
 interesting neighbourhood and she expressed 
 so charming a wish to visit the locality for 
 herself. 
 
 It was to me, however, that Alonzo an- 
 nounced the fact of the birth of another Wilkes. 
 
 ' How very interesting, Alonzo/ I said. 
 ' When did he arrive ? ' 
 
 ' Just now/ said Alonzo, ' afore I come off 
 here/ 
 
 ' And what/ said I, ' is his name to be ? ' 
 
 1 Halger'um/ said Alonzo. 
 
 'Algernon/ said I; 'that will be a very 
 nice name/ 
 
 ' Halger/ repeated Alonzo, with some irrita- 
 tion. ' He was a hearl/ 
 
 ' Ah ! ' said I. 
 
 ' In the Pageant/ said Alonzo, in the tone 
 of one who pitied my ignorance. 
 
236 THEIR OXFORD YEAR 
 
 I took refuge from my embarrassment by 
 asking how many children there were now 
 in Alonzo's immediate family. 
 
 ' Ten/ said he, ' and my father says that 
 Oxford shan't never be without a Wilkes so 
 long 's he can help it.' 
 
 It was John, as usual, who was called upon 
 to translate and explain, and he told us the 
 tale of Saint Frideswide and the sinful Earl 
 Alger ; he described to us how it was acted 
 in the Oxford Pageant last year. Would that 
 we had been here to see the history of Oxford 
 played before her very eyes. It would have 
 been very wonderful and delightful to have 
 seen the Pageant itself, but what we should 
 have enjoyed most would have been the chance 
 meeting in the street with some mediaeval 
 student or some sturdy townsman, or even 
 King Charles himself come back to lodge in 
 Christ Church and to look for the Queen at 
 Merton. 
 
 If I were an Oxonian of position and 
 influence I would manage to inaugurate a 
 species of yearly pageant. One week I should 
 set apart in each year to be devoted to a 
 special period in the history of the place. It 
 should be death, during that week, for any 
 one to appear except in the garb of that 
 time. 
 
THE SUMMER TERM 237 
 
 But these be dreams, and I must return to 
 realities. 
 
 Our particular reality just now is our 
 party. This party is to serve as some return 
 for all the hospitality that has been shown to 
 us, and also as an introduction of Rachel to 
 our Oxford friends. 
 
 It is ' a very important party/ as the 
 Undergraduate wrote to Mr. Tristram when 
 he wished to have leave to ' come up late/ 
 ' I wish to stay down/ he wrote, ' so that I 
 may attend a very important dance/ It is 
 not to take place here, for our house is not 
 large enough, our garden extensive enough, 
 or our servitu sufficiently imposing for such an 
 important occasion. So we have asked leave 
 to borrow the Common Rooms at Sempitern ; 
 John has been made ' a member of C.R/ 
 during his stay here, so he is entitled to ask 
 for this privilege, and our party will be in 
 a beautifully academic environment. Also 
 the Common Room which is panelled in 
 dark oak will form an ideal background for 
 Rachel. I intend that she shall burst in all 
 her beauty upon our assembled friends. 
 
 Just now she is engaged in curtsying to 
 the new moon upon our tiny lawn. This, she 
 assures me, will secure the success of the 
 party, as it has never failed so far to bring 
 
238 THEIR OXFORD YEAR 
 
 good luck, during the ensuing month, to 
 that one who looks over her left shoulder 
 and curtsies three times with all seriousness 
 and solemnity. 
 
 If it is the man in the moon who arranges 
 these things, and if he is as amenable as most 
 men are to the influence of youth and beauty 
 and consummate grace, our party will cer- 
 tainly go well. 
 
 I do not know whether it was owing to the 
 man in the moon or to Rachel, or to the 
 general pleasantness of everybody, but ours 
 was certainly a most successful party. It 
 was early in the Term, before people had 
 time to record an engagement for every 
 minute of the day or night. It was not too 
 hot and not too cold, and it did not rain ; 
 the Common Room man had provided a 
 perfect tea ; Rachel was looking her loveliest ; 
 John was, for him, quite in a talkative mood, 
 and the feelings that remained to the party- 
 givers was one of smug satisfaction with the 
 world as God has made it, with things in 
 general, and themselves in particular. 
 
 Even John enjoyed himself, though he 
 pretended that he did not. He contended 
 beforehand that the thought of any social 
 gathering was abhorrent to his finer feel- 
 ings, that^the actual occasion agitated him, 
 
THE SUMMER TERM 239 
 
 and that the remembrance of it was a night- 
 mare. 
 
 ' Remember, too, Bridget/ said he, ' that 
 this party of yours is but as a little grain of 
 mustard seed, that it may grow, will, in fact, 
 inevitably grow, into a tree, each leaf of which 
 is an invitation to the parties of others. 
 Remember, oh my wife! that when parties 
 come in at the door, studies fly out of the 
 window. I was thunderstruck when you 
 told me that you wished to burst out in such 
 a manner/ 
 
 ' The thunderstriking is on the other foot/ 
 said I, ' as the Undergraduate journal so 
 beautifully put it. Did I not warn you that, 
 for me, frivolity is the dominant note of the 
 Summer Term ? ' 
 
 1 I, too/ chimed in Mrs. Oglander, who was 
 assisting at this talk, ' did I not tell you how 
 it would be ? You cannot combine the life 
 and interest of an Intelligent Tourist and of 
 a Genuine Inhabitant : while you are engaged 
 in examining the Objects of Interest your 
 attention is diverted by a study of the 
 more interesting living objects (I allude to 
 myself and to others) that you see around 
 you. You can't, in fact, my dear, have it 
 both ways. And speaking/ said she, ' of 
 the Objects of Interest, reminds me of the 
 
240 THEIR OXFORD YEAR 
 
 dreadful dinner to which we went last 
 night.' 
 
 We begged her to relieve her feelings by 
 telling us about it if it would make her feel 
 any better. 
 
 ' We were both/ said she, ' exceedingly 
 tired, and that, I dare say, led us to take a 
 jaundiced view of the entertainment. At any 
 other time we might have thought it rather 
 a nice party, but certainly the luck was 
 against us in our partners. Picture to your- 
 selves the fate that befell my poor man ; 
 tired to death and with a used-up brain he 
 found himself flanked by two fresh, vigorous 
 women, each with strong opposing views, and 
 each equally determined to ascertain his. In 
 vain did Thomas protest that he had no views, 
 that he had not inherited any, and had not 
 had time to evolve any for himself. In vain 
 he tried to guide those relentless two along 
 the primrose paths of talking about nothing 
 at all in an amusing manner. Not they ! 
 Each had come to stay in Oxford, feeling that 
 it is a place where intelligent opinions on all 
 the great questions of the day should naturally 
 flourish. Neither intended to waste her time 
 in prattle/ 
 
 ' Why didn't he agree with each of them 
 in turn and thus dispose of both ? It might 
 
THE SUMMER TERM 241 
 
 not have been quite right, but he would have 
 won peace for himself/ said I. 
 
 ' It 's just what he did do/ said Mrs. 
 Oglander, ' but he gained temporary peace 
 at the cost of much suffering later. They had 
 time to compare notes after dinner, for 
 though opposed to each other in politics 
 they were the greatest friends in private life, 
 so they attacked him in combination and 
 routed him and flouted him, until I was able 
 to rescue him and bring home the remains/ 
 
 ' And your own experience/ said I, ' was 
 that equally trying ? ' 
 
 ' That/ said she, ' was not nearly so bad. 
 I had a dreadfully dull man on one side 
 husband to one of my poor husband's ladies. 
 " There are, I suppose/' he began, " many 
 Objects of Interest to be seen in Oxford, many, 
 that is to say, that are interesting on account 
 of their associations with the Past ? " When 
 I had said, " There are, indeed/' we seemed to 
 be at the natural end of our talk. I think 
 he expected me to give him a workable list 
 of all that was most likely to prove rewarding, 
 while he pursued his dinner without further 
 mental exertion, but I did not feel equal to 
 that, so I too made my way in silence. How- 
 ever, I had some compensations in my other 
 partner ; he was blessedly unintellectual, 
 Q 
 
242 THEIR OXFORD YEAR 
 
 and was full of pleasant laughter and of funny 
 stories ; one of the after - dinner speaker 
 who said that it was " impossible to tell where 
 the warp left off and the woof began/' was a 
 very nice one, and there were many more 
 which I have no time to stop and tell you 
 now, and you, no doubt, have no time to 
 stay and hear/ 
 
 ' Don't you,' said she, as I let her out at 
 our little garden gate, ' don't you find that 
 running round after your distractingly lovely 
 friend keeps you fully occupied ? ' 
 
 'I do/ said I ; ' it 's a delightful occupa- 
 tion, but it really is hard work at times/ 
 
 ' Well, I hope that it won't become too 
 agitating/ said she ; ' but you must expect 
 that there will be many lovers where there 
 is quite so much loveliness/ 
 
 And, indeed, I am not sure that I may 
 not find myself at any moment unwittingly 
 embarked upon the relation of a romance. 
 
 However, I must tell you all things as they 
 happen and must not rise into prophecy, 
 for have you not often told me that of all 
 pursuits this is the least profitable for any 
 woman ? 
 
 But it is not given to any woman, however 
 little of an incipient prophetess she may be, 
 to help being interested in a possible love- 
 
THE SUMMER TERM 243 
 
 affair ; it is in her blood to scent such things 
 from afar off, long before a man, with equal 
 opportunities for observation, has observed 
 anything. 
 
 ' John/ I had said, some days after our 
 party, ' I do hope it will be Mr. Tristram and 
 not Mr. Smith that our Rachel will marry ? ' 
 
 ' You startle me, Bridget/ said John. 
 ' When did she promise to marry them ? ' 
 
 ' You are tiresome, John/ I said. ' Of 
 course they are only showing symptoms, but 
 still they are serious symptoms, and it is 
 well to be wise in time, and we are taking 
 care of Rachel/ 
 
 ' I have seen four-and-twenty lovers of 
 Rachel/ said John. ' I am quite prepared 
 to see six-and-twenty, and yet not to be at 
 the end of 'em/ 
 
 But when John gets to Browning it is always 
 a sign that I have aroused his serious atten- 
 tion. 
 
 There is no doubt about it that, lovers or 
 no lovers, the coming of Rachel has made a 
 great difference to us, and, as Mrs. Oglander 
 observed, the duty of running after her is no 
 laughing matter. 
 
 Mrs. Noy is inclined, purely on my account, 
 to be a trifle jealous of Rachel's popularity. 
 
 ' You must 'old up your head and assert 
 
244 THEIR OXFORD YEAR 
 
 yourself, ma'am/ says this best of good souls. 
 ' Such large ladies aren't to every one's taste ; 
 there 's some like the master, as prefers the 
 meek and lowly kind. " Little and good, 
 Jane," that 's what my last missus used ' 
 
 But when Mrs. Noy's last missus comes into 
 the conversation I always manage now to 
 slide out of it, for I fear that, if I stay, the 
 moment will inevitably arrive when I shall 
 find myself saying, like Mrs. Betsy Prig, 
 ' Bother Mrs. Harris/ or I may even go fur- 
 ther with that immortal woman and say, 
 ' I don't believe there's no sech a person ! ' 
 
 Partly to prevent such a catastrophe, and 
 partly to save time, Rachel has invented 
 a patent plan by which either she or John 
 always comes to the head of the stairs, at 
 intervals of ten minutes or so, and calls down 
 them, ' Bridget, Bridget, are you ever 
 coming ? ' Then, if Mrs. Noy is dropping 
 pearls and diamonds, I can answer, ' Coming, 
 coming in a minute ' ; but if the day's supply 
 of gems is exhausted and we are nearing the 
 last missus, I can say, ' I come, I come/ and 
 escape up the stairs. 
 
 Sometimes now I have to escape even when 
 irrecoverable jewels are dropping fast from 
 the lips of Mrs. Noy. Life is very serious 
 for any one who wants to ' do ' Eights Week 
 
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 thoroughly, and to make the most of each 
 opportunity as it arises. 
 
 I cannot, I think, give you a better descrip- 
 tion of Eights Week than by telling you that 
 it is a species of glorified ' Torpids/ Oxford 
 is full of strangers, of summer visitors and 
 of tourists, and numbers come in from the 
 country round or from London to see the 
 races. 
 
 ' It is our one opportunity/ says Mrs. 
 Oglander, ' of seeing the latest fashions, but 
 we can only envy and admire them and 
 resolve to copy them next year, as our summer 
 toilets are already on our backs/ 
 
 Then she added: ' That is to say, if the 
 weather permits us to wear our best clothes ; 
 usually it rains and rains ; those who come 
 down from town in dainty muslins return 
 in sodden rags. This year, in honour, 
 doubtless, of your presence, it may be 
 different/ 
 
 And different it is. 
 
 The sun shines delightfully, the water 
 plashes and gurgles pleasantly, and all is as 
 it should be in a world of summer gaiety. 
 
 On this occasion we are not permitted to 
 spend much of our time on the tops of the 
 College barges ; somebody usually takes us 
 up to see the start at Iffley, and river picnics 
 
246 THEIR OXFORD YEAR 
 
 are the order of the day. Maurice claimed 
 our presence once, and I felt that it was only 
 fair that he should be permitted to show off 
 Rachel to his friends, for he has really been 
 very faithful to us. I think that he must 
 have had to apologise to his young com- 
 panions for seeing so much of such stuffy 
 and altogether unsportsmanlike persons as 
 ourselves. I can imagine that he might 
 have said, ' My people asked me to see some- 
 thing of them, and they 're not half a bad 
 sort, you know, though of course they 're not 
 really young at all/ 
 
 Poor Maurice is not so gay as he was of 
 yore : the shadow of the Schools is hanging 
 over his young head. ' I can't think/ he 
 says, ' why I was such a fool as to take 
 Science. I never thought I should have to 
 work. I thought it would be just stinks 
 like it is at school, you know, not real swot 
 at all. It 's disgusting ! there 's no time to 
 do anything sensible/ 
 
 ' To do something sensible/ means, in 
 Maurice's vocabulary, to play games. 
 
 Work he considers as a horrid waste of 
 time, though it is, he supposes, a necessary 
 evil which even he must endure in later 
 life. 
 
 When we visited Maurice on his barge we 
 
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 had tea first with him, and then we went on 
 to another tea in the garden at Corpus. 
 
 Some of the many delights of this delight- 
 ful week are the teas to which one is asked 
 ' between the divisions/ I think I must 
 have told you before that a capacity for 
 endless feeding is one of the talents demanded 
 of any one who wishes to enjoy himself here. 
 Did I tell you, I wonder, the tale of the 
 Irishman who came to Oxford from the 
 wild West ? He had always been told that 
 English folk eat unnecessarily much and 
 often, and that Oxford people carry this 
 rule to excess. So he made a vow that he 
 would eat only every other meal that was 
 offered to him, and only alternate courses in 
 each of those meals. ' And still/ said he, 
 I ate too much/ 
 
 But what I may call the more spiritual 
 side of these teas was very delightful. 
 
 Pleasant people, to most of whom one is 
 known, a sprinkling of distinguished strangers, 
 pretty ladies in pretty frocks, with a back- 
 ground of noble buildings and a setting of 
 perfect garden, the blue sky over all what 
 more could a human creature want ? 
 
 It has come to an end now, this time of 
 ceaseless gaiety. It is difficult to realise 
 that, through it all, the work of the Term 
 
248 THEIR OXFORD YEAR 
 
 has to go steadily forward. When I turned 
 to the ' Calendar for the Week ' in the Oxford 
 Magazine, strange indeed seemed the jumble 
 of ways in which it was possible to divert 
 oneself. 
 
 ' Wednesday, May 27. 
 
 11.30 A.M. Special Service in the Cathedral 
 in Commemoration of Empire Day. 
 
 2-3 P.M. First Public Examination : Names 
 of Candidates to be given in. 
 
 2.30 P.M. Town Hall : Concert and Public 
 Meeting, under the auspices of the League 
 of the Empire. 
 
 4, 5, and 6 P.M. O.U.B.C. The Eights. 
 
 6 P.M. Lecture by the Slade Professor of 
 Fine Art, on * The Water-Colour Drawings of 
 Turner/ at the University Galleries. 
 
 7.30 P.M. Worcester College Cinderella 
 Dance. 
 
 8 P.M. Theatre, ' Mrs. Ponderbury's Past/ 
 
 8.15 P.M. Keble College Concert/ 
 
 A College Concert is a delightful thing to 
 go to. I love to study Rachel's beauty under 
 new aspects. To see her standing in some 
 dimly-lighted quadrangle looking like a strip 
 of moonlight all in white and silver, above 
 her head the long strings of swaying, many- 
 coloured Chinese lanterns, is to catch a won- 
 derful impression of her. But then, too, I love 
 
THE SUMMER TERM 249 
 
 to see her dance, and here there are so many 
 tall and personable young men for her to 
 dance with, such cloisters for her to wander 
 away in between the dances. 
 
 For, as Mrs. Oglander so justly observed, 
 where there is so much loveliness there must 
 come many lovers, and it is her loveliness 
 that is but the least part of Rachel's charm. 
 It is ' the way that she has with her/ that 
 makes all the world her slave. 
 
 John has christened the garden ' Rachel's 
 kindergarten ' ; he says that he never comes 
 home without finding it full of such very 
 young persons, all adoring Rachel according 
 to their infant powers. Sometimes they are 
 Rhodes Scholars ; for the Pennsylvanians 
 claim her for their state because her mother 
 came from Philadelphia ; but then one grand- 
 father was a Bostonian and the other was from 
 Virginia ; and all the Canadians claim her, 
 naturally, for the Dominion. I refuse to 
 take sides, ' For you know, Rachel/ I say to 
 her, ' that we always did call you Mixed 
 Sweets at school/ 
 
 Once it was the Irish mother whose traits 
 were uppermost, and it was I who returned 
 to find an enthusiastic Gael sitting on the 
 grass at Rachel's feet : he was reading ' The 
 Lament of Emer ' to her, and exquisite tears 
 
250 THEIR OXFORD YEAR 
 
 were trembling on her lashes. Even the 
 supreme gift of looking lovely in grief has 
 not been denied to her ; her nose never 
 reddens, and she never swells as other women 
 do when they cry. 
 
 It was given to Maurice to plan for her the 
 ultimate sensation of Eights Week. 
 
 The last night of the races is given up to 
 1 bump suppers ' and to bonfires. The 
 victorious crews entertain, at the first of 
 these festivals, the crews that they have 
 bumped ; great, no doubt, is the merry- 
 making and the speechifying. It was not 
 possible for us to watch the feasting or to 
 hear the speeches, but Rachel expressed a 
 desire to go out and to see what we could of 
 the bonfires. It was then that Maurice had 
 an inspiration. 
 
 ' You said that you wanted to go to the 
 top of our tower/ said he. ' I wonder if I 
 could get any one to take you up that night, 
 then you 'd see any fires that were going ; 
 you wouldn't funk going up in the dark, 
 would you ? ' 
 
 1 Funk it ! ' said Rachel, and her eyes 
 shone. I knew then that the expedition 
 would surely take place. 
 
 How Maurice managed it I do not know. 
 There had, of course, as he expressed it, ' To 
 
THE SUMMER TERM 251 
 
 be a Don in it ; but some of ours aren't half 
 a bad sort/ 
 
 The one who came with us must have been 
 an admirable sort; he had not even the 
 consolation of gazing at Rachel as we stumbled 
 after him up the stairs. 
 
 ' Do I carry the moon in my pocket ? ' 
 muttered John, who came last, and whose 
 inches were all against his comfort. 
 
 We were allowed a little fresh air and rest 
 on the chapel roof, whence we looked down 
 upon the steep roof of the treasury and upon 
 the little passage-way which was made for 
 Queen Henrietta Maria when she and her 
 Court lived here in Merton, and the King and 
 his were in Christ Church. She went through 
 Corpus, and there is still the little gate in a 
 wall at Christ Church by which she finally 
 entered. 
 
 ' I wonder/ said Rachel, ' whether she ever 
 enlivened herself by scaling the tower ! Let 's 
 pretend to be Royalist ladies looking out over 
 the meadows for possible traces of the Puritan 
 army/ 
 
 I wish that I could conscientiously describe 
 to you how Oxford looks from Merton tower, 
 when she spreads her gardens to the moon- 
 light, because I really was able to fancy how 
 very beautiful she would have been had we 
 
252 THEIR OXFORD YEAR 
 
 been there when the moon was up. But you 
 would turn to that University Pocket Diary 
 with which I have myself supplied you, and 
 you would see that for us there was no moon 
 that night. 
 
 ' Facts, Bridget, facts ! ' 
 
 And indeed the facts were beautiful enough. 
 All was dark below us and about us : there 
 was a wonderful still radiance in the sky, 
 and against it rose Magdalen tower dark and 
 slender. Then the fires began and flared 
 up gloriously into the darkness at our feet. 
 There is something so wonderful about the 
 way in which the Oxford stone takes on a 
 reflected glow. I have seen the grey walls 
 and towers flushing under a red sunset until 
 they were for all the world like dolomite 
 peaks and pinnacles. 
 
 ' What a pity/ said Maurice's Don, ' that 
 there is not a fire in the middle of the street 
 at the East Gate as there was once during a 
 popular rejoicing; how it would light up 
 Magdalen tower for you ! ' 
 
 A* few rockets sprang into the air, but 
 fireworks are sternly discouraged in this 
 city of accumulated libraries and priceless 
 treasures. 
 
 There were sounds of revelry as we came 
 home through the town, and Wadham had 
 
THE SUMMER TERM 253 
 
 started an energetic little fire in the road, 
 having no room for one within their gates. 
 Then we came bacl^to our own home in the 
 quiet Northern suburb. 
 
 1 It has been a glorious finish to a glorious 
 week/ said Rachel. ' I think that I would 
 give a whole year of life if I could be an 
 Undergraduate who had stroked a boat that 
 made her seventh bump; what fandangoes 
 I would dance around the fire amongst my 
 crew ; fancy what great glory I might come 
 to ; think of living to hear hushed whispers 
 as I passed, "There goes the Captain of 
 the Boats ! " 
 
 Now that Eights Week is over, and it is 
 still some time before Commemoration 
 begins, we must settle down again and try, 
 as Rachel expresses it, ' To be really 
 Oxfordy/ 
 
 ' I will go now/ says she, ' to the Camera 
 and pursue my studies at your side, Bridget ; 
 I suppose that John is prepared to swear 
 that I am a Serious Student of some sort ? 
 Now will come my opportunity to read the 
 works of Miss Elizabeth Isabella Spence/ 
 
 But in this disappointment awaited us. 
 The Bodleian catalogue had a list of the other 
 works of that esteemed author, but Rachel 
 
254 THEIR OXFORD YEAR 
 
 did not wish to read Helen Sinclair, or the 
 Curate and his Daughter, or How to be rid of a 
 Wife, and she did wish to travel with her on 
 her Summer Excursion through Parts of Oxford- 
 shire and Gloucestershire. 
 
 1 1 long to find out/ said she, ' how Oxford 
 struck the lady. I wonder whether she 
 failed to call it " that elegant seat of 
 Learning/' 
 
 John has discovered for us an obituary 
 notice of our authoress in the Gentleman s 
 Magazine for 1832. ' July 27. At Chelsea, 
 aged 64, Miss Elizabeth Isabella Spence/ 
 
 ' Listen, Bridget/ says Rachel, ' to her 
 melancholy little biography, and do not feel 
 any surprise that I should want to disinter 
 her works. " She early became an orphan, 
 and then repaired to London to live with an 
 uncle and aunt ; but they dying also in the 
 course of a few years, she was left completely 
 alone/' What more natural, poor thing ! 
 than that she should take to her pen for 
 consolation ? ' 
 
 I suggested as a remedy for this disappoint- 
 ment that she should take a consolation 
 course of Celia Fiennes, but Rachel would 
 have none of her. ' No/ said she, ' your 
 period shall be my period, oh my Naomi. I 
 am going to follow your example, which is 
 
THE SUMMER TERM 255 
 
 none the less your example because you have 
 departed from it yourself, and I am going to 
 limit my reading to the early years of the 
 nineteenth century. If I can't find anything 
 to read in that, I won't read anything ; I will 
 just do any mischief that my idle hands can 
 find to do/ 
 
 A timely visit from my Antiquarian pre- 
 vented such a catastrophe. 
 
 ' We must see what we can find/ said he, 
 ' to divert your fair friend/ 
 
 He returned the next day with all the 
 choicest morsels from his stores. 
 
 ' This/ said he, producing a slim green 
 volume, ' is, I hope, Miss Rachel, well within 
 your period. It is an account of The Lord 
 Mayor's Visit to Oxford in the Month of July 
 1826 : Written at the desire of the Party by 
 the Chaplain to the Mayoralty. It is written 
 in what I may perhaps be allowed to call 
 the high-faluting style. The Chaplain evi- 
 dently views the Lord Mayor and all that 
 appertains to him with something of the 
 slavish adulation that Mr. Collins felt for the 
 Lady Catherine de Burgh. Have I your 
 permission, Mrs. Goodenough, to read some 
 extracts to you ? ' 
 
 ' Thank you/ we said ; ' it will give us great 
 pleasure if you will do so/ 
 
256 THEIR OXFORD YEAR 
 
 So he began : 
 
 ' " On the morning of the 25th, the Lord 
 Mayor, accompanied by the Lady Mayoress, 
 and attended by the Chaplain, left the Mansion 
 House soon after eight o'clock. 
 
 ' " The private state-carriage, drawn by 
 four beautiful bays, had driven to the door 
 at half -past seven. The coachman's counte- 
 nance was reserved and thoughtful ; indi- 
 cating full consciousness of the test by which 
 his equestrian skill would this day be tried, 
 in having the undivided charge of four high- 
 spirited and stately horses, a circum- 
 stance somewhat unusual; for, in the Lord 
 Mayor's carriage, a postilion usually guides 
 the first pair of horses. These fine animals 
 were in admirable condition for the journey. 
 Having been allowed a previous day of 
 unbroken rest, they were quite impatient 
 of delay; and chafed and champed exceed- 
 ingly on the bits by which their impetu- 
 osity was restrained. 
 
 ' " As soon as the female attendant of the 
 Lady Mayoress had taken her seat, dressed 
 with becoming neatness, at the side of the 
 well-looking coachman, the carriage drove 
 away ; not, however, with that violent and 
 extreme rapidity, which rather astounds than 
 gratifies the beholders ; but at that steady 
 
THE SUMMER TERM 257 
 
 and majestic pace which is always an indica- 
 tion of real greatness/' 
 
 ' I hope, my dear young ladies/ said my 
 Antiquary, breaking off here, ' that I do not 
 tire you ; pray do not fail to interrupt me 
 should you find that I fatigue you. Mrs. 
 Goodenough knows that I am untiring when 
 once I am mounted upon my favourite 
 hobby-horse/ 
 
 ' Indeed/ said we, trying to reply to him in 
 the grand manner, ' you delight us exceed- 
 ingly; pray proceed/ 
 
 ' I will now read to you then/ said he, ' an 
 indiscreet passage which led to the suppression 
 of the book : 
 
 ' " During this intermediate repast, the 
 amusement of the party was exceedingly pro- 
 moted by the ludicrous entrie of a lady of 
 Oxford, who, though of great respectability, 
 had yet overstepped all the usual ceremonies 
 of introduction, in her eager desire to be 
 admitted to the presence of the Lady Mayoress. 
 Her manners and appearance were ridiculous ; 
 but one felt much regret on hearing that her 
 talents, which were of the highest order, had 
 been unhappily directed, and associated with 
 too small a portion of common-sense/' 
 
 Then .our friend gave us some passages of 
 pure and unadulterated Collins : 
 
258 THEIR OXFORD YEAR 
 
 ' " With every part, indeed, of this solemn 
 building, wherein painting, music, and archi- 
 tecture are in such admirable unison, the 
 Lord Mayor and his friends were beyond all 
 expression gratified/' " Amid much elegance 
 and beauty, the Lady Mayoress attracted 
 particular observation. Her Ladyship was 
 arrayed in the most splendid manner, wore a 
 towering plume of ostrich feathers and blazed 
 with jewels/' " The ladies, who, to the great 
 gratification of the company, had sat longer 
 than is usual at most tables, at length obeyed 
 the signal of the Lady Mayoress, and retired 
 to the drawing-room 
 
 1 With grace, 
 Which won who saw, to wish their stay.' 
 
 The conversation was, however, in no degree 
 changed in their absence. The Lady Mayor- 
 ess and her fair friends had taken their share 
 in it with much good sense and delicacy ; 
 and their departure, so far from being suc- 
 ceeded by that obstreperous and vulgar 
 merriment, or anything like that gross 
 profligacy of conversation, which indicates 
 rejoicing at being emancipated from the 
 restraint of female presence, only gave occa- 
 sion to the Magistrates of Oxford to express 
 their wish, that, in the invitations to their 
 
THE SUMMER TERM 259 
 
 corporate dinners, arrangements could be 
 made that would include the ladies." 
 
 ' Then there follows a charming piece of 
 moralising which I cannot find it in my heart 
 to spare you.' 
 
 ' We do not wish to be spared/ said we, so 
 he continued : 
 
 ' " There can be no question that the 
 influence which well-educated and amiable 
 females have upon society is immense. 
 Among other important effects which it 
 produces, it prevents that conversational 
 mannerism which is otherwise found to 
 characterise the social intercourse of men ; 
 and it promotes the observance of those 
 little courtesies, on which so much of the 
 comfort of life unquestionably depends/' 
 
 'And is there no more about the lady?' 
 said Rachel. 
 
 ' Indeed there is ; she appeared again 
 after dinner, and we have a detailed descrip- 
 tion of her. " She appeared to have passed 
 the meridian of life ; was in person somewhat 
 chargt d'embonpoint, with a countenance of 
 much drollery of expression, which had once 
 been handsome. Her manners and appear- 
 ance gave instant evidence that she was a 
 most eccentric personage. The younger part 
 of the company, indeed, were kept in a con- 
 
26o THEIR OXFORD YEAR 
 
 tinual agony of stifled laughter ; so much 
 were they amused with everything she did, 
 and with everything she said. She revolved 
 through the drawing-room like a vagrant 
 comet in its orbit, sometimes taking her seat 
 at the side of one lady, and then at the side of 
 another ; at one time talking familiarly for 
 she was known to them all, with every 
 Doctor who had not adroitness enough to 
 move out of her way : and at last edged 
 herself in upon the sofa, already filled as 
 much as comfortable session would admit ; 
 where she closed her evening eccentricities 
 by humorous converse with the venerable 
 Chamberlain of London/' 
 
 ' Now, if Miss Carleton wants an object 
 for her reading/ said my friend, * might she 
 not try to find out a little more about this 
 remarkable lady ? She and her friends must 
 long ago have passed away, so there would 
 be no indiscretion or impropriety in endeav- 
 ouring to trace her. Just think, Mrs. Good- 
 enough, your respected Grandfather must 
 actually have seen her walking the streets of 
 Oxford in his Undergraduate days ! Good 
 Mr. Cox, in his volume of Recollections of 
 Oxford, makes mention of the book, but he 
 says nothing about the lady. " The striking 
 feature/' says he, " was the writing and 
 
THE SUMMER TERM 261 
 
 publishing of a really serious account of the 
 journey/' Then he adds in a note : " Had 
 the said Chaplain been a wit, he might have 
 made the narrative an amusing and inter- 
 esting affair, and produced a book worthy to 
 be placed on the Bodleian shelves with other 
 valued itineraries/' But I fancy you will 
 agree with me in thinking that the merriment 
 to be got out of the narrative is in proportion 
 to the sustained pomposity and solemnity 
 of its style. If Tom Hearne had been alive 
 in 1826 what tales he would have had for us 
 of the sayings and doings of the well-known 
 Oxford characters of that day. The moral 
 is, ladies, " keep diaries, and ever more 
 diaries, for the benefit of those that come 
 after you." But you will indeed think that 
 it is time for me to stop when I begin to 
 moralise/ 
 
 'Indeed, no/ said Rachel; 'we love the 
 stories and we adore the morals, don't we, 
 Bridget ? Bridget is a good girl, she does 
 keep a sort of diary/ 
 
 ' Do not stop/ said I, while she was saying 
 this, ' do not stop, but tell us something 
 more/ 
 
 For one could see, as Mrs. Noy puts it, 
 ' with half an eye/ that the pockets of our 
 friend still bulged with books. 
 
262 THEIR OXFORD YEAR 
 
 ' Mostly pamphlets/ said he, as he saw the 
 direction in which our eyes were turning. 
 ' Never collect pamphlets if you wish to 
 remain happy and peaceful, the thought of the 
 one that you cannot trace, or having traced, 
 have failed to secure, is a constant source of 
 disturbance. On the other hand, the final 
 tracking down and making your own of one 
 that you have long desired is indeed a pleasure. 
 Each one that you come across sets you off 
 hunting for another. Here are the Pluck 
 Examination Papers, published in 1836 (I have 
 lent The Art of Pluck to Mrs. Goodenough on 
 a previous occasion) . On the covers there are 
 lists of books " Lately published by H. Slatter, 
 High Street, Oxford." I have become pos- 
 sessed in time of nearly all of them/ 
 
 ' And are they just as funny as ever they 
 were ? ' said Rachel ; ' or has their wit grown 
 stale ? ' 
 
 ' Real wit is never stale ; it only needs occa- 
 sionally to be annotated and that you should 
 understand something of the circumstances 
 that gave rise to it. Now consider the 
 interesting lights that you get upon the 
 period from the following ; it is one of the 
 " Questions in Moral Philosophy " in the 
 Pluck Examination Papers : 
 
 ' " 8. Make clear the correctness of the 
 
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 following reasons for cutting a man, accord- 
 ing to Aristotle's doctrine of friendship in the 
 Ethics : . 
 
 ' " A man may be cut because he has got 
 on an old coat. Because he has got on a 
 white hat in winter. Because he has taken 
 to reading. Because he has splashed you 
 out hunting. Because he has taken a 
 scholarship. Because he advised you. 
 Because you have found a new acquaintance. 
 Because he would not go with you to W*** 
 in a tandem. Because he would not get tipsy 
 at your request. Because he has taken to 
 wearing his cap and gown. Because he would 
 not carry into chapel for you the second 
 volume of Jacob Faithful " can either of you 
 two ladies tell me who wrote Jacob Faithful ? 
 "Because he would not let you break your 
 own decanter. Because he was spilled. Be- 
 cause he is against Dr. Hampden " do you 
 know who Dr. Hampden was ? " Because he 
 shows the whites of his stockings." 
 
 ' Dr. Hampden ? ' said Rachel, but I threw 
 her a reproving glance. 
 
 ' And can either of you/ said our friend, 
 ' answer this question ? 
 
 ' " 4. Is the following a correct Sorites ? 
 
 ' " All young ladies are agreeable ; all 
 agreeable things are pleasant ; all pleasure is 
 
264 THEIR OXFORD YEAR 
 
 uncertain ; all uncertain things are vain ; 
 all vanity is good for nothing ; therefore all 
 young ladies are good for nothing." 
 
 But how should we know what a Sorites 
 is ? So we turned the subject and said : 
 1 And the rest of all those books that are adver- 
 tised in Mr. Slatter's list, is it they that are 
 ready to hop out of your left-hand pocket ? ' 
 
 ' Well, not quite all/ said he, ' but here is 
 one of them among those relative to Oxford 
 and its vicinity No. ix., to be exact : Oxford 
 Night Caps, being a collection of receipts for 
 making various Beverages used in the Uni- 
 versity. Would you like to know how to 
 make Oxford Punch, or Classical Sherbet, 
 or Oxford Mull ? ' 
 
 1 Nay/ cried Rachel, looking over his 
 shoulder, ' I would like to brew you a bowl 
 of Metheglin or Mead/ 
 
 But I, looking over the other shoulder, 
 thought that I should prefer to learn how 
 to make ' Bishop/ which is ' To this day 
 preferred to every other, not only by the 
 youthful votary of Bacchus, at his evening's 
 revelry, but also by the grave Don by way 
 of a Night Cap ; and probably derives its 
 name from the circumstance of ancient digni- 
 taries of the Church, when they honoured 
 the University with a visit, being regaled 
 
THE SUMMER TERM 265 
 
 with spiced wine/ It appears from a work 
 published some years since, and entitled 
 Oxoniana, or Anecdotes of the University of 
 Oxford, that in the Rolls or Accounts of some 
 Colleges of ancient foundation, a sum of 
 money is frequently met with charged ' pro 
 Speciebus/ that is, for spices used in their 
 entertainments ; for in those days, as well as 
 the present, spiced wine was a very fashion- 
 able beverage. 
 
 ' This, you see/ said he, ' makes you at 
 once want to see Oxoniana. I have the four 
 little volumes, and full of good things they are, 
 but I could not bring them with me to-day/ 
 
 ' And they, again, lead on to something 
 else, I suppose/ said I, 'and so one is never 
 without the wish to know a little more and 
 just a little more about Oxford life and 
 manners ? ' 
 
 ' That is so/ said he. ' Here is a recipe 
 for making " Lambs Wool/' and you should 
 be interested in that, for the book states that 
 it " was anciently often met with in Ireland, 
 but is now rarely heard of in that country, 
 having been entirely superseded by the more 
 intoxicating liquor called Whiskey/' I will 
 tell you how it is to be made : " Mix the pulp 
 of half-a-dozen roasted apples with some raw 
 sugar, a grated nutmeg, and a small quantity 
 
266 THEIR OXFORD YEAR 
 
 of ginger. Add one quart of strong ale made 
 moderately warm. Stir the whole well 
 together, and, if sweet enough, it is ready 
 for use." " Lambs Wool " again leads on 
 to " Brasenose Ale," which is, or should 
 still be, " introduced into the refectory on 
 Shrove Tuesday, immediately after dinner; 
 it is denominated Brasenose Ale, but it is, 
 in fact, a species of Lambs Wool." Then talk- 
 ing of Brasenose Ale leads one to talk of the 
 " Verses in praise of Brasenose Ale which 
 were annually written by one of the Under- 
 graduates and a copy of them sent to every 
 resident member of the College." 
 
 ' And that, I suppose, leads on to the 
 little red volume which I now see in your 
 hand ? ' 
 
 We began to find ourselves taking up our 
 cues with the intelligence and alacrity of 
 female Sandfords and Mertons. 
 
 ' Yes ; this is a collection of the Shrove 
 Tuesday rhymes from 1815 to 1836. They 
 are, of course, very topical, and not of a very 
 high order poetically ; but they are interesting 
 to any one who has made himself familiar 
 with the Oxford names of that period/ 
 
 With this our friend ended his book talk 
 for the day. 
 
 ' I suppose/ said Rachel, ' that there are 
 
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 few corners of Oxford which have not been 
 explored and written about and enthused 
 over ? ' 
 
 ' Well/ said he, ' I am not so sure about 
 that. I expect that even some of us old 
 stagers can say with a modern Oxford poet : 
 
 1 " I will take you walking with me to a place you have 
 not yet seen." ' 
 
 ' And where was that, in the poem ? ' said 
 Rachel. 
 
 ' To walk by the canal : 
 
 ' " Half town and half country the lonely land of the 
 
 Canal. 
 It is dearer to me than the antique town : I love it 
 
 more than the rounded hills : 
 
 There is no river so straight or so unearthly as the 
 long Canal."' 
 
 After this Rachel insisted that we should 
 then and there walk by the canal, so we took 
 our friend back that way into the town. We 
 enjoyed the length and the straightness and 
 the view of the stately house of the Provost 
 of Worcester, which one sees so well from 
 the canal bank; the old houses by Hythe 
 Bridge, and the many-coloured barges. This 
 was the first of a series of little walks that 
 we three went together. 
 
 ' I cannot show you/ said our guide, ' any- 
 thing very great or wonderful that you have 
 
268 THEIR OXFORD YEAR 
 
 not seen already, but we will go to some of 
 the little nooks and corners which you may 
 easily have overlooked. Sometimes, too, in 
 going over the most familiar ground, one 
 experiences a new sensation/ 
 
 Certainly we did experience, on one of our 
 walks with him, a sensation which we might 
 very easily have missed. 
 
 Mrs. Oglander says that, long as she has 
 been here, and regularly as she has shopped 
 in the market, she has never yet come upon 
 the clerks of the market going their rounds. 
 
 I turned to my old University Calendar 
 to learn what I could about the duties of 
 ' clerks of the market/ 
 
 1 For the better care and government of 
 the market, there are two persons, called 
 clerks of the market, chosen out of the 
 Masters of Art and Bachelors of Divinity, 
 Law and Medicine, every year, in the first 
 Congregation after Michaelmas. These clerks 
 are to take care of the assize of bread, to 
 attend to the weights and measures, and the 
 prices and quality of provisions, to super- 
 intend the sale of hay and corn, and to 
 amerce regrators, forestallers, etc/ 
 
 And it was our good fortune to see them 
 in the performance of their duties : there 
 were two stately persons, one in a Doctor's 
 
THE SUMMER TERM 269 
 
 gown and one in a Master's, and there was 
 an official who carried the weights and 
 measures. We joined the interested little 
 crowd which followed them round, and we 
 watched them weighing butter at the stall 
 of a countrywoman. When her butter turned 
 the scale well, we all wagged our heads and 
 said, ' Good weight that ! ' with purrs of 
 approval. 
 
 It is a delightful market at all times, but 
 it is especially so on Wednesdays and on 
 Saturdays, when the people come in from all 
 the country round. 
 
 ' Have you ever noticed/ said our friend, 
 ' the names on the long line of carts which 
 stand under the Church of St. Mary Magdalene? 
 Islip and Ewelme, Stanton Harcourt and 
 Stanton St. John, Water Perry and Water 
 Eaton, names that are romance itself, and 
 what memories they recall of Oxford's ring 
 of lovely villages/ 
 
 Rachel has a dream which is, she knows, 
 from lack of time, fated never to come true : 
 she dreams of mounting each of these carts 
 in turn and trundling slowly out in it on some 
 Wednesday to return again on a Saturday. 
 * I should carry my few necessaries/ she says, 
 1 in a handkerchief, preferably one with a 
 blue ground and white spots, and I would 
 
270 THEIR OXFORD YEAR 
 
 ask the carrier on the way whether he knew 
 of some poor but clean and respectable widow 
 who would let me a meek lodging. He would 
 probably reply that his own mother was such 
 a widow and he would drive me to her door : 
 she would be a most motherly woman, and 
 I should be very happy/ 
 
 ' What would be the first village that you 
 would visit in this wise ? ' we asked of her, 
 and she answered, ' I would go first to 
 Broughton Poggs, because I cannot really 
 believe that any real place has so unbelievably 
 beautiful a name/ 
 
 We wandered, under this friendly guidance, 
 into remoter parts of the city, through 
 Paradise Square, where the Enderbys live, 
 and into the quiet little spot called ' Chapel 
 Place/ which leads out from the square. 
 Some day we will go to a service at the little 
 chapel which says so simply, ' You are 
 cordially invited/ and adds that there is 
 ' No Collection/ We went on down ' The 
 Friars/ a district which keeps in the names 
 of its streets and courts some memories of 
 the vanished monasteries of the Franciscans 
 and the Dominicans which once stood here 
 in all their pride. The furthest point of 
 this excursion was Abbey Place, with its 
 view of the Castle tower, and we returned by 
 
THE CASTLE FROM ABBEY PLACE 
 
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 Bishop King's Palace into St. Aldate's. 
 You will remember the beautiful old house 
 in which lived the last Abbot of Osney, 
 who became the first Bishop of Oxford. 
 
 When our Antiquary takes us for these 
 walks he combines instruction with amuse- 
 ment in a perfectly charming manner. He 
 is always impressing upon us the importance, 
 if we wish to be truly happy, of looking out 
 for and rejoicing in little things. ' Take care 
 of the less and the great will take care of 
 itself/ is, he says, his motto. He showed us 
 how to look here and there for little traces 
 that remain of former buildings or of their 
 former uses ; here was a doorway with the 
 arms of Osney Abbey in the spandrils of 
 the arch, and even in the Golden Cross, where 
 we ourselves stayed, he could show us the 
 arms of William of Wykeham and of Edward 
 the Third, which we had not observed for 
 ourselves. 
 
 ' If/ said he, ' you had as many months to 
 stay here as you now have weeks, and if you 
 were able to spare much of that time for 
 walking with me, I would take you to visit 
 all the Oxford churches. As it is, I will lend 
 you the third volume of Ingram's Memorials 
 of Oxford, and you can look at the pictures 
 in it and hope that some further opportunity 
 
272 THEIR OXFORD YEAR 
 
 may be given to you to see something of the 
 City of Oxford and its parishes. You should 
 never fail/ he said, when he parted from us, 
 after the last of our walks, ' as you walk along 
 Magdalen Street, to look up at the little 
 statue of Mary Magdalene in the tower of her 
 church/ 
 
 Now all this while we did not neglect the 
 river : whenever we could find time we fled 
 down to the boat-house and dropped into our 
 boat. You would not remember the Cherwell, 
 except possibly as a river to walk by, for I 
 do not think that any one ever rowed on it 
 in your time. It is a charming little river, 
 full of mysteries and surprises still, though 
 it is sometimes uncomfortably full of boats. 
 The banks rise gently on either hand, so that 
 all which lies beyond is not displayed at once 
 to your eyes, and you can imagine that the 
 distance is more mysterious and beautiful 
 than it really is. To-day I took Mrs. Oglander 
 for a long-projected excursion all by ourselves : 
 I to propel the craft and to make the tea, and 
 she to have some two hours of the bliss of 
 doing nothing. 
 
 ' By which I mean/ said she, ' lying on 
 my back in a boat, talking when I like and 
 how I like, and being away from the sound of 
 my front door bell. Sometimes/ she said, 
 
THE SUMMER TERM 273 
 
 ' I think of heaven as a place where no door 
 bell ever rings/ 
 
 ' Poor thing ! ' said I ; ' and has your bell 
 rung so often, then, lately ? ' 
 
 c Oh, so often/ she said ; ' peals upon the 
 bell and carillons on the telephone. My head 
 feels as though it lived inside a bell some- 
 times. Hardly had my husband disappeared 
 round the corner on his way to College yester- 
 day, and I was just launched into discussing 
 food with the cook, than there came a ring 
 at the bell. " What is it ? " said I. " Some 
 one to see Mr. Oglander, please, and he says 
 that if Mr. Oglander is out you will do nearly 
 as well, ma'am." " Very civil of him/' I 
 said ; so I ran and took a message, and wrote 
 it down before I had time to forget it. Then 
 there came a call on the telephone. " Mr. 
 Oglander asks me to say, ma'am, that he is 
 bringing two gentlemen back to lunch/' The 
 cook and I counted the cutlets and found 
 that there would be just enough. Then I 
 went to a Happy Homes Committee, lots of 
 troublesome business to arrange at once, 
 with the certainty of more soon to follow. 
 Then came a parent, wishful to talk about 
 her son's career : did I think that he was 
 looking well ? did my husband consider that 
 he was working hard ? We also discussed 
 
274 THEIR OXFORD YEAR 
 
 every profession, possible and impossible, 
 that he was likely to adopt or to be fit for. 
 
 ' While she was with me there came 
 another telephone message : " Mr. Oglander 
 says that there will be three gentlemen to 
 lunch/' This was not inconsiderateness on 
 the part of my man, but an old Member of 
 the College, a former pupil, and meals are 
 the only possible time to breathe and to see 
 people. There was no time to add to the 
 cutlets ; I should have to say that I was a 
 vegetarian, and eat the potatoes and the 
 pudding. I returned from this interlude to 
 take up again the thread of the parental 
 conversation. Did I manage to see much of 
 the precious boy ? Did I gather that he 
 had a circle of really nice friends ? Did I 
 not think it most important that a young 
 man should have really nice men both above 
 and below him in College ? Of course I 
 would have suffered all this gladly had he 
 been one of our own men, but it was hard to 
 have to listen to such talk about a member 
 of some alien establishment. I wonder 
 whether I shall fuss to such an extent when 
 my boy is up ? ' 
 
 ' Of course you won't/ said I. ' And did 
 peace come to you after lunch ? ' 
 
 ' Peace ! ' said she, in tones of scorn ; ' who 
 
THE SUMMER TERM 275 
 
 says Peace in the Summer Term, least of all 
 on a Whit-Monday ? ' 
 
 ' Oh, of course it was Whit-Monday/ said 
 I, ' and that was why Oxford was so full of 
 people/ 
 
 ' Ah/ said she, ' you wouldn't say that in 
 such a comfortable, detached sort of way if 
 you still dwelt in Holywell. I wonder that no 
 one brought home to you the inner meaning 
 of Whit-Monday. It was because of Whit- 
 Monday that all those people turned up to 
 lunch they were Schoolmasters out on the 
 spree, and old Members of the College who 
 had brought their Mission people to see 
 Oxford. Didn't you realise that all the 
 Settlements were here taking a refreshing 
 peep at this peaceful Seat of Learning ? 
 Heaven knows that one doesn't grudge them 
 the pleasure, but what is rest to them is 
 often death to us. After lunch I played my 
 little part : had you been on the river you 
 might have observed me punting an over- 
 flowing punt full of happy people/ 
 
 ' And after that ? ' 
 
 ' After that I went to a party, and then to 
 a lecture, and then people came to dinner 
 because we too had our little quota of Whit- 
 suntide guests : fortunately they were the 
 kind who play about by themselves all day/ 
 
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 1 1 wonder if Cambridge is like this too ? ' 
 said I. 
 
 ' I expect it 's the same only different, as 
 Barbara Enderby would say/ said she. 
 
 ' But/ said I, ' you really like it all, don't 
 you, all the bustle, and the coming and 
 going, even with the resulting tiredness ? ' 
 
 ' Oh yes/ said she, ' we do, but it 's always 
 pleasant to add a little grumbling as sauce 
 to our pleasure/ 
 
 Then the talk turned to Rachel. 
 
 ' I hope/ said Mrs. Oglander, ' that your 
 beautiful friend means to return to us for 
 good : we live, you see, so much together 
 here, that it is important to find in the wives 
 of our friends, what Barbara's aunt calls 
 " agreeable additions to University society/' 
 But will Miss Carleton return, if she 
 returns at all, as Mrs. Ferrers-Smith or as 
 Mrs. Tristram ? ' 
 
 ' Oh, I do hope/ said I, ' that she will 
 return as the latter. It is so much better 
 to choose a husband who will regard her 
 as the joy of his life and the object of his 
 existence, and not as the finest feather in 
 his cap or the chief ornament of his own 
 career/ 
 
 ' That is so/ said she. ' Besides, if she 
 comes to us at all, I should like her to marry 
 
THE SUMMER TERM 277 
 
 a Greats man. Mods people are so dull, and 
 History men are usually conceited/ 
 
 ' I wonder why ? ' said I. 
 
 ' I expect it 's knowing so many facts that 
 puffs them up/ said she. 
 
 ' And do you think that the same rule 
 applies to Science men ? ' 
 
 ' Of course it does, only more so ; and then 
 they work all night/ said she. 
 
 ' I do hope that all will go well/ said I. 
 ' I am sure that he loved her as soon as he 
 saw her, but he is so dreadfully modest and 
 shy, and the time is so short now, and he 's 
 examining in Greats, so that his opportuni- 
 ties of seeing her will be less than Mr. Ferrers- 
 Smith's/ 
 
 ' Doesn't she give you any clue at all to 
 her feelings ? ' 
 
 ' No, none ; she is so charming to all of 
 them. She did certainly own that she found 
 Mr. Ferrers-Smith deficient in humour when 
 he couldn't see that " A Short and Easy 
 Method of Prayer" was a humorous title for 
 a book. Now Mr. Tristram always sees one's 
 little jokes almost before they are made/ 
 
 Had I not made an entry in my red book 
 the night before, ' To appreciate each other's 
 jokes is the surest foundation for a really 
 happy marriage ' ? 
 
278 THEIR OXFORD YEAR 
 
 ' You don't find that she talks Philosophy, 
 do you ? ' said Mrs. Oglander ; ' that is a 
 really serious symptom/ 
 
 * She doesn't exactly talk it/ said I, ' but 
 she certainly did say that she couldn't miss 
 going to Professor Logan's lectures, and I 
 don't think that she can have understood 
 them ; but then she has such a gift for throw- 
 ing herself into things and caring so much 
 about them, it 's almost as good as under- 
 standing them/ 
 
 ' Could she tell you what it was all about 
 when she came back ? ' 
 
 ' She said it was about Monistic Altruism/ 
 
 ' And you don't think that she called upon 
 Mr. Tristram to explain ? I suppose he 
 went to the lectures too ? ' 
 
 ' Oh yes/ said I ; 'he generally walked 
 back with her, and sometimes we had tea 
 with him before/ 
 
 ' And she didn't tell you what they talked 
 about when they walked back ? ' 
 
 ' I remember she did say once that they 
 had talked about Schopenhauer/ 
 
 * Oh, did she ? Well, I think you may 
 make your mind easy ; it will turn out all 
 right, I expect/ So said Mrs. Oglander as she 
 mounted her wheel and swept out of my sight. 
 
 And, indeed, it does look just now as 
 
THE SUMMER TERM 279 
 
 though events were moving in the direction 
 that I desire to see them move. Rachel has, 
 I find, arranged and matured a plan for what 
 she calls ' an antiquarian outing for Bridget/ 
 This is no less than a scheme for visiting the 
 grave of my poor young friend of a hundred 
 years ago, Barre Roberts. 
 
 ' I am sure that you won't feel really at 
 ease, Bridget/ says Rachel, ' until you have 
 seen the place where he lies and where he 
 lived when he was alive, now will you ? And 
 I know that you will never allow yourself a 
 day off from the hard task of looking after 
 me, which you have imposed upon yourself 
 here. And after Commemoration do not we 
 all depart at once so that we may reach home 
 in time for our own Celebration ? Also do 
 you not love to do the philanthropic thing ? ' 
 
 ' Your arguments are unanswerable and 
 your reasons all in order/ said I ; ' pray 
 hasten to unfold your plan/ 
 
 ' Well/ said she, ' I have been saying to 
 myself for some time, " I must contrive that 
 my Bridget shall weep upon that young man's 
 grave/' Of course I knew that the simple 
 way was to take the train, but then how 
 unromantic ! I wanted you to go by the 
 road, just as the poor boy used to come 
 himself. Now there is an amiable young 
 
280 THEIR OXFORD YEAR 
 
 man at Christ Church who has for a long time 
 past placed himself and an admirable motor 
 at my disposal. You are going, my sweet 
 Bridget, to Ealing by the road that Barre 
 Roberts actually traversed when he came 
 here a hundred years ago, and you are going 
 to be taken by a Member of his own College. 
 Do you not think that mine is what Mrs. 
 Elton would have called " a delightful ex- 
 ploring party " ? ' 
 
 ' It is indeed/ said I ; ' I shall enjoy it 
 above everything. It is just like you to 
 think of such a thing. But where, dear 
 Manager, does the philanthropy come in ? ' 
 
 ' It 's Mr. Tristram/ said Rachel, and she 
 blushed beautifully. ' Examining is dread- 
 fully exhausting work when you Ve all your 
 other work to do too, you know, and nothing 
 does him so much good as being out of Oxford 
 for a whole long day when he can't spare time 
 to get away entirely. Mr. O'Malley is a great 
 friend of his ; their fathers were up together, 
 though he is so much younger/ 
 
 Rachel was not so coherent as usual, but 
 this I took to be a favourable symptom, and 
 I accepted Mr. Tristram as an object for my 
 philanthropy without further question. 
 
 ' You are sure/ I said, ' that it's not too 
 great a waste of his time for Mr. O'Malley ? ' 
 
 I 
 
THE SUMMER TERM 281 
 
 ' He says he will sit up all night and work/ 
 said Rachel, ' for I did think of your sensitive 
 conscience, my darling B.' 
 
 It seemed doubtful if he would, but I let 
 my conscience be soothed, and, as Rachel 
 said, ' One can't help enjoying things more 
 when they 're not just quite right.' 
 
 ' And now,' said she, ' you can get out your 
 big book and go over it once again, so that 
 the flavour of it may be quite fresh. But I 
 suppose you can't expect to find Baling just 
 as it was in Barre's time : even if we could 
 find the oldest inhabitant, he wouldn't re- 
 member him.' 
 
 So I have returned once again with renewed 
 interest to John's gift. Shall I, too, I wonder, 
 reach Ealing by Benson, Henley, and Salt- 
 hill ? This was the route which Barre took 
 when he came here first, on October 10, 
 1805. ' I believe,' he wrote to his mother, 
 ' we came by the best Inns, so, though I 
 remember not their signs, I send you their 
 names, as perhaps you may come by the 
 same.' I wish that he had remembered the 
 names, for then, perhaps, I too might have 
 stopped at them, but Botham and Dixon and 
 Shrub the three landlords must long since 
 have passed away. 
 
 You will not, I know, expect from me a 
 
282 THEIR OXFORD YEAR 
 
 vivid description of the journey ; it is no 
 part of my scheme to furnish you with a 
 motor romance, I, who do not know a sparking 
 plug when I see one. All that I felt was a 
 great uplifting and exhilaration as the counties 
 flew by under our wheels. I will only assure 
 you that our driver had a steady head, a sure 
 hand, and a due consideration for the rights 
 of other people. We started at nine o'clock 
 and we returned at eight o'clock : we took 
 our luncheon with us and we had tea at 
 Henley. So much for the dry bones of our 
 ride. 
 
 But I regard it as in some sense the end 
 of my time here. I began my Academic 
 Year with Barre Roberts as a starting-point 
 of interest in Oxford of a hundred years ago, 
 and now I have seen all that remains as a 
 witness of his time on earth. 
 
 When we were in the Cotswold country I 
 saw this inscription on a tombstone, ' This 
 stone is erected to commemorate the exist- 
 ence of ' and that is really all, I suppose, 
 
 that any stone can do for any one. 
 
 The old Georgian church, in which, no 
 doubt, the Roberts family worshipped in all 
 the exclusiveness of a square pew, has long 
 ago been transformed into a pseudo-Byzan- 
 tine edifice. I began to fear, when I 
 
THE SUMMER TERM 283 
 
 beheld it, that my Barrels tablet might have 
 vanished. Once, I dare say, it held a promi- 
 nent position on the walls where his poor 
 mother the ' Madam ' and ' Dearest Oselle ' 
 of the letters could glance up at all that was 
 left to her of her boy : there was no place 
 for such an ornament in a scheme of Byzantine 
 decoration. 
 
 But it had not vanished ; we found it in 
 a dark corner down by the tower, a tablet 
 of white marble, with a delicate little mourn- 
 ing figure at the top and the Roberts' arms 
 below. The pen of the Reverend William 
 Goodenough supplied his epitaph : 
 
 INFRA SEPULTUS EST 
 
 BARR& CAROLUS ROBERTS, 
 
 FILIUS NATU MINIMUS EDWARDI ROBERTS, ARMIGERI, 
 JEDIS CHRISTI OXONLE ALUMNUS. 
 
 ADOLESCENS, 
 
 CUM OB SUMMUM INGENIUM ET DOCTRINAM, 
 TUM OB EXIMIAS ANIMI VIRTUTES, 
 
 PERILLUSTRIS. FUIT ENIM 
 
 MODESTUS, PROBUS, LIBERALIS, 
 
 IN MORIBUS ET NATURA MANSUETISSIMUS ; 
 
 IMMO ETIAM 
 
 IN VARIIS STUDIIS ERUDITUS, 
 PR^ESERTIM IN REBUS ANTIQUIS ET NUMISMATIBUS ; 
 
 ADEOQUE DILIGENTER LITERIS DEDITUS, 
 
 TAM RECONDITIS, QUAM ELEGANTIORIBUS, 
 
 UT NEMO IN UTRAQUE PARTE ESSET ORNATIOR. 
 
 C&TERUM, 
 QUO MAGIS ANIMI VIGUERE VIRES, 
 
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 EO PARUM FIRMO CORPORI ABFUIT VALETUDO J 
 
 EX QUO, PROH DOLOR ! 
 PHTHISI PULMONALI LANGUENS, 
 
 JUVENIS CARISSIMUS, 
 
 NONDUM ANNOS UNUM ET VIGINTI NATUS 
 KALENDIS JANUARIIS ANNO DOMINI MDCCCX 
 
 MORTALIS ESSE DESIIT ; 
 DIU DIUQUE LUGENDUS ET DESPERANDUS. 
 
 Thus, in the classic language that he loved, 
 is commemorated the existence of my poor 
 young friend. 
 
 I own that I felt some inclination to 
 moralise to Mr. O'Malley on the happier lot 
 which is his as a member of ' The House ' 
 in the present day, than was that of the 
 Undergraduate of a hundred years ago. 
 Barre, says his biographer, ' sometimes hints 
 with pain at the pedantry he witnesses, 
 and the obstacles to his advancement in 
 any studies but those which the rules of a 
 College prescribe ; and he speaks with in- 
 dignation of the exclusion to which, as an 
 Undergraduate, he is subjected, from the 
 magnificent Libraries with which Oxford is 
 enriched/ 
 
 Well, we left him alone again at Ealing 
 while we sped back to the place that he 
 loved so well in spite of its pedantry. 
 
 How poor and small would my list of 
 ' Books read during 1907-8 ' look beside 
 
THE SUMMER TERM 285 
 
 his list for the same period a hundred years 
 ago. 
 
 He kept his list so neatly, and subdivided 
 it so carefully into those ' To be read again/ 
 or ' To be read at least twice more/ and 
 to ' Be read much and often/ He was very 
 honest with himself, for he duly enters the 
 novels that he read as well as the more serious 
 works : 
 
 ' Belinda, a Novel, I2mo, 3 vol. Fatal 
 Revenge, Romance, I2mo, 4 vol. Mysterious 
 Freebooter, 8vo, 4 vol.' 
 
 I shall never, now, seek those forgotten 
 romances at the Camera, where one is per- 
 mitted to read novels ' for literary purposes/ 
 but I can re-read your Belinda, when I return, 
 in memory of Barre. 
 
 Very soon now all Oxford will be but a 
 memory ; we shall have said good-bye to the 
 city of grey mists and circling waters. 
 
Still on her spire the pigeons hover; 
 
 Still by her gateway haunts the gown ; 
 Ah, but her secret ? You, young lover, 
 
 Drumming her old ones forth from town, 
 Know you the secret none discover ? 
 
 Tell it when j0# go down. 
 
 Q., ' Alma Mater.' 
 
COMMEMORATION 
 
Of Life not Aristotle holds the keys ; 
 
 Kant cannot heal the heart that lies a-bleeding ; 
 Nature hath spread her book beneath the trees 
 
 I have been reading. 
 
 Love walked beside me prate thou not of books 
 One fairer far than any sage was leading 
 
 My footsteps, master mine, and in her looks 
 I have been reading. 
 
 From the Oxford Magazine ', Nov. 1892. 
 
COMMEMORATION 
 
 I DO not quite know how I shall best 
 describe to you the events of this 
 wonderful week. How am I to put before 
 you any coherent record of the many oppor- 
 tunities upon which I seized and of the many 
 more which I let slip ? To write in my red 
 book was an impossibility, for no minutes 
 were left to me in which to write. Life 
 resolved itself into one great whirling moment 
 of pleasure and delight. 
 
 I want to bring it all before you, and yet 
 it is not possible for one person to enjoy to 
 the full all its many pleasures. I shall take 
 example, as I have so often done before, by 
 Mrs. Oglander. 
 
 ' I should not be alive now and talking to 
 you/ she said to me on one occasion, ' if I 
 had attempted to do all that might be done 
 here. Only by a judicious system of sorting 
 out is it possible to live at peace in Oxford. 
 Once/ said she, ' when I was young and 
 newly married, I delighted in accumulating 
 
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 engagements. I had never before been asked 
 to sit on committees, and I joined with inno- 
 cent alacrity any that I was asked to join ; 
 I plumed myself on the number of tea-parties 
 to which I could go in the course of the same 
 afternoon. I loved to fill my days full to 
 the brim, and to rush from one end of the 
 town to the other. Time, however, brings 
 wisdom to all but the most foolish, and you 
 will find, dear Mrs. Goodenough, that you 
 must collect what personal impressions you 
 can, and for the rest you must trust to 
 deputies/ 
 
 ' Deputies ? ' I questioned. 
 
 ' Yes/ said she, ' deputies. You must regard 
 all those who go to the occasions that 
 you can't go to, or that you don't want to 
 go to, as your deputies. Make some of 
 them tell you how the thing went off, who 
 was there, and what they wore. If it's a 
 party, they can tell you whether the music 
 was good and the refreshments nice ; if it 's 
 a lecture, and they are able to give you an 
 intelligent account of what the lecturer said 
 (but this is most unlikely), so much the 
 better : you can always fill in the details 
 from the Oxford Magazine ; what your deputy 
 can give you, if she 's of any use as a deputy, 
 is the flavour of the performance/ 
 
COMMEMORATION 291 
 
 ' And you think/ said I, ' that this will be 
 quite straight ? That I shan't, as Maurice 
 Lynch says, " be playing it too low down " 
 on my Grandfather if I send him an account 
 of ceremonies at which I have not assisted, 
 or parties to which I may not even have 
 been invited ? ' 
 
 ' I think/ she answered, ' that it will be 
 quite fair if you tell your Grandfather and 
 I conceive him, from your description, to be a 
 person of sound sense that, if you attempted 
 to do all that ought to be done here in 
 the height of our season, only fragments of 
 you possibly none of you would remain 
 for exportation to the Western World. How 
 much better, then, it will be for you and for 
 him and for us that you should follow my 
 advice/ 
 
 So I have followed her advice, and here I 
 am, fresh and gay and not a bit overdone. 
 If you notice any awkward hitches in the 
 style of my narrative, or any sudden deteriora- 
 tion in its quality, you must attribute it to 
 the deputy of the moment. ' Please, Grand- 
 father/ I shall say to you in spirit, ' it 's 
 the other girl's fault, not mine/ 
 
 I wonder whether you ever stopped up 
 for Commem. ? I should think that, had 
 you done so, you woyld have told me about 
 
292 THEIR OXFORD YEAR 
 
 it. Even if you did you would not have had 
 the wonderful time that I have been enjoying. 
 Even John has put aside his work and has 
 given himself up to pure riotousness. 
 
 The only blots upon the general happiness 
 are, as Maurice Lynch dolefully and rather 
 reproachfully says, ' Us poor wretches with 
 the Schools upon us. We can't go to balls 
 and have a ripping time like you and Miss 
 Carleton/ Here Maurice throws envious and 
 would-be sentimental glances in Rachel's 
 direction. He, of course, like all male crea- 
 tion, is a worshipper at Rachel's dainty 
 shrine. 
 
 ' Poor little soul/ says Rachel. ' We will 
 take him on the cool river and give him his 
 tea after it 's all over, will we not, Bridget ? ' 
 
 So poor Maurice bicycles up, as soon as his 
 afternoon paper is over, and we all do what 
 is in us to mitigate his hard lot. 
 
 Even Mrs. Noy shows her sympathy by 
 baking fresh cakes for him ' of a Friday/ a 
 thing that she will do for no one else, ' seeing 
 that Friday 's cleaning day/ ' But it give 
 me quite a turn/ says Mrs. Noy, ' to see the 
 young gentleman dressed out in a black 
 coat and a white tie, which is sootable for a 
 funeral but not fur a bilin' day like what 
 this is. " Mrs. Noy," 'e says, quite pitiful 
 
COMMEMORATION 293 
 
 like, and you bein' out and all, " get me 
 somethin' to drink/' 'e says, "for I 'm near 
 dead with it all," 'e says. " Tea, sir," I says, 
 " or ginger beer or cider ? for there 's all 
 in the 'ouse," I says. " Hall, hif you please/' 
 'e says, " and as quick as you can too, 
 please," 'e says, and 'e 's a sitting in the 
 garden drinking 'em now, ma'am/ 
 
 We went out into the garden and comforted 
 the poor victim. ' Tisn't, you see/ says 
 he, ' as if it was my first shot, so I jolly well 
 must pass if I possibly can, or they won't 
 let me stay up, and that would be a nuisance. 
 However/ he adds in a more cheerful vein, 
 ' I 'm going to our ball, hanged if I don't, 
 and Miss Carleton's promised me all the 
 supper dances/ 
 
 We began our Commemoration Week with 
 a series of farewells. For the very last time 
 we went to a University Sermon and for the 
 last time to Magdalen Chapel. I have never 
 dilated to you on the subject of Chapel Ser- 
 vices, because I imagine that the Magdalen 
 and New College choirs sang in your time 
 as sweetly as they sing now, and I thought 
 that you would take it for granted that we 
 should not miss so great a privilege of Oxford 
 life, but that we should go whenever we were 
 able. So those parts of Sunday which were 
 
294 THEIR OXFORD YEAR 
 
 not devoted to sermons and to services, 
 were spent in parting visits and farewells. 
 
 In the morning we went to take farewell 
 of our two former homes. In the afternoon 
 came various friends to take farewell of us 
 the Oglanders, the Bents, the Enderbys, 
 Mr. Ferrers-Smith and Mr. Tristram, and 
 our own dear Antiquarian. He brought a 
 keepsake for me, such a dainty little volume, 
 called The New Bath Guide. He ventured, 
 he said, to beg my acceptance of it because it 
 was published in 1807, and it ' held the mirror 
 up to life in Bath at that time in something 
 of the same fashion as those books about 
 life in Oxford in the early years of last 
 century in which you have taken such great 
 delight/ 
 
 Before they went Rachel sang to us ' Le 
 Canadien Errant ' : 
 
 ' Non ; mais en expirant, 
 O mon cher Canada, 
 Mon regard languissant 
 Vers toi se portera.' 
 
 We spent our last evening, as we have 
 spent so many happy former ones, in going 
 to a concert at Balliol. It is too late now to 
 give you a minute description of that modern 
 development, a Balliol Sunday evening con- 
 cert ; it will have to come under the heading 
 
COMMEMORATION 295 
 
 of what Celia Fiennes calls ' some particulars 
 since remarkt/ and that is fast becoming a 
 very long list. 
 
 Monday brought three garden-parties. I 
 should have enjoyed them more if I had not 
 tormented myself with the notion that Mr. 
 Ferrers-Smith was proposing to Rachel, and 
 that my dear girl was, I thought most un- 
 wisely, accepting him. 
 
 I confided these foolish fears to the ever- 
 ready sympathy of Mrs. Oglander. 
 
 ' You see/ said I, ' Mr. Tristram really is 
 handicapped by that tiresome examination. 
 There he is, boxed up in a stuffy room with 
 reams of paper to look over, and here is Mr. 
 Smith for ever ready to dance attendance 
 upon Rachel and to obey her slightest nod/ 
 
 ' It is, indeed, very trying for you/ said 
 Mrs. Oglander ; and just then we caught a 
 glimpse of Rachel, looking like a dryad in 
 her pale green gown, as she disappeared under 
 the trees with Mr. Smith/ 
 
 ' Oh, it is/ said I ; c it 's poisoning my 
 existence, but what can I do ? I can't 
 shake Mr. Tristram, which is what I should 
 really like to do, and to say, " Be bold, be 
 bold, and ever more be bold ! ' He is so 
 despairingly modest ; he asked me last night, 
 when Rachel was singing " Le Canadien 
 
296 THEIR OXFORD YEAR 
 
 Errant/' whether she was too devoted to her 
 own country ever to contemplate leaving it/ 
 
 ' Yes, and then to have so much conscious 
 perfection casting itself at her feet/ said Mrs. 
 Oglander. 
 
 ' It won't cast itself at her feet/ said I, 
 ' it will only ask her to be the coping-stone 
 of its career. That 's my hope, that she 
 will prefer the real thing if it would but 
 pluck up its courage and have faith in 
 itself/ 
 
 Just then Mr. Tristram himself appeared 
 and sat down beside us. He had managed, 
 he said, by rising with the lark, to get through 
 his allotted task, and his eyes wandered 
 round in search of Rachel. 
 
 ' I was wondering/ he said, ' whether you 
 could spend your last hours in Oxford with 
 me on the Upper River ? Miss Carleton 
 told me last night that she had never yet 
 been to Godstow, and it does not seem right 
 that she should leave Oxford without having 
 seen it/ 
 
 'Now, just after he had said this, and 
 while words of acceptance were trembling on 
 my tongue, Rachel and Mr. Ferrers-Smith 
 appeared before us. 
 
 ' I came to ask you/ said Mr. Ferrers- 
 Smith, ' whether you would not allow me to 
 
COMMEMORATION 297 
 
 take you to Godstow on Thursday. Miss 
 Carleton, it seems, has never yet been on 
 the Upper River, and she really ought not 
 to leave Oxford without seeing it.' 
 
 Now here was a quandary ! 
 
 ' Mr. Tristram has just been asking us to 
 go with him that afternoon/ said I. 
 
 ' Could we not all go ? ' said Rachel. ' We 
 would make John come too/ 
 
 So it is settled that we shall all go. It is 
 clear that Fate has taken the whole affair 
 out of my hands : I can do no more. 
 
 After this party followed a night which 
 ran on into the next day, and that again 
 into the next. I saw once a description of 
 a day spent in Oxford which was written by 
 an enthusiastic maiden. ' It was/ she wrote, 
 ' one hazy memory of interesting history ! ' 
 In somewhat the same words I might write 
 of the events of these last days. Visions of 
 Rachel dancing, all in white with drooping 
 white things on her head, or of Rachel 
 dancing in green and silver, with a green 
 snood in her russet hair and gleaming silver 
 shoes, or of Rachel at the Flower Show 
 dressed in a flowery gown and hat, and seen 
 against banks of flowers, will always rise 
 before me out of the haze. My chief remem- 
 brance of the Magdalen Ball is of our return 
 
298 THEIR OXFORD YEAR 
 
 from it. We came back by our own little 
 Cherwell river, a brave young man, whose 
 punt lay at Magdalen Bridge, bringing us 
 back up the stream to our own boat-house. 
 It was a wonderful journey this, afloat on a 
 fairy river in the misty dawn ; we seemed to 
 be the only folk astir in all the world. Of 
 New College my chief remembrance is also 
 of the early morning, of the dawn breaking 
 rosily over the gardens, the strings of Chinese 
 lanterns still burning many-coloured against 
 the trees, and of the lines of little lights 
 still outlining the paths. Round these 
 shadowy, dewy gardens walked the dancers 
 in their rainbow-coloured airy raiment, mystic 
 and wonderful in the conflicting lights. 
 
 I suppose one might have thought that one 
 ball must be very like another ball all the 
 world over, and that an Oxford ball would 
 be as all others are. But how true still is 
 a remark of my Barre Roberts, to the effect 
 that Oxford is a place ' where everything is 
 different from everything/ Is there any- 
 where else, I wonder, where people who are 
 often less than young, and still in their sober 
 senses, sit out on damp grass and are photo- 
 graphed in their ball dresses at six o'clock 
 in the morning ? ' Crazy ! crazy ! ' I can 
 hear you saying, but in that case, crazy I 
 
COMMEMORATION 
 
 299 
 
 was in the company of a very large group 
 of crazy persons. 
 
 Had we really been women of spirit and 
 given to record breaking, we might have 
 attended two balls and a dance on the Tues- 
 day, and yet have been at Magdalen by 10.30 
 on Wednesday to hear the open-air sermon. 
 But I will be truthful. I will acknowledge 
 that we did, as Aunt Camilla says, ' contrive 
 to slip it.' This, in fact, was one of the 
 occasions when I gladly availed myself of 
 the services of a deputy. 
 
 ' We went/ she writes, ' to the Somerville 
 College dance that you gave us the tickets 
 for. It was so nice ; we did enjoy ourselves ; 
 we danced quite a lot, and had no end of a 
 good time. We got up in the morning and 
 went down to hear the sermon at Magdalen 
 in the open-air pulpit, as we told you we 
 would do. It wasn't half bad, though he 
 looked rather like a bird in its nest. It 
 didn't last very long, and there were boughs 
 and things about.' (You will see that this 
 deputy was a very young person.) She 
 finishes, like little Mr. Bouncer, with a passage 
 of unabashed guide-book. 'This custom 
 fell into disuse about 1759, and the annual 
 " University Sermon " was preached in the 
 College Chapel until 1896, when the open-air 
 
300 THEIR OXFORD YEAR 
 
 service was revived, the preacher being the 
 Reverend C. G. Lang, M.A., late Dean of 
 Divinity at Magdalen, and Vicar of St. 
 Mary's (now Bishop of Stepney), and it may 
 be hoped that so interesting a custom may 
 be perpetuated. But I expect you know 
 all that. And then we stopped about to 
 see the Vice-Chancellor's procession to the 
 Theatre.' So much for my deputy. 
 
 We too went to the Encaenia, but we 
 watched the proceedings from the inside and 
 saw the Chancellor's procession entering the 
 Theatre. It is a scene which it would be as 
 impossible to forget as it is difficult to de- 
 scribe. For me, personally, it held again 
 all the significance of the last time. The last 
 time that I should be looking upon all Oxford 
 assembled together ; Vice-Chancellor and 
 Doctors and Professors, Masters of Arts and 
 Undergraduates : not to speak of the greatest 
 of all the Chancellor but he is, after all, 
 of the outside world and not wholly Oxford 
 as the others are. It is the last time, too, 
 that I shall hear the sonorous Latin which 
 I love to hear, though I only dimly under- 
 stand it. Fortunately the University 
 Authorities take pity on uneducated stranger 
 ladies and supply them with a programme 
 of the proceedings in their mother- tongue. 
 
COMMEMORATION 301 
 
 Thus I read: 'On reaching the Chair, the 
 Chancellor, standing, touches' his cap, and 
 addresses the House as follows : 
 
 ' Causa hujus Convocationis est ut juxta 
 institutionem Honoratissimi et Reverend! 
 admodum Nathaniel, Baronis Crewe, Epis- 
 copoi Dunelmensis, grata celebretur piorum 
 Benefactum et Fundatorum Commemoratio : 
 ut, si vobis placuerit, gradus in Jure Civili, 
 In Scientia, in Litteris, in Viros Illustrissimos 
 conferantur honoris causa : ut exercitiones 
 variae Domini Cancellarii aliorumque praemiis 
 donatae publice coram vobis recitentur : 
 necnon ut alia peragantur, quae ad Venera- 
 bilem hanc Domum spectant/ 
 
 All these sonorous phrases, printed in very 
 large characters on very large sheets of 
 paper, have a very fine and important effect, 
 and they created quite a breeze (which was 
 badly needed) as each lady fluttered hers 
 over to see what was coming next. You 
 can't conceive how high-sounding and rolling 
 was the effect of the name of the Prime 
 Minister of Nepal who was first on the list 
 for an honorary D.C.L. ' Placetne igitur 
 Venerabili Convocationi ut in Virum Ex- 
 cellentissimum, Chandra Shum Shere Jung 
 Bahadur Rana, Magnae Crucis Ordinis Illus- 
 trissimi Stellae Indicae Equitem Commen- 
 
302 THEIR OXFORD YEAR 
 
 datorem provinciae, quae dicitur Nepallia in- 
 ter ministros Principem ac Primarium, gradus 
 Doctoris in Jure Civili conferatur honoris 
 causa ? Placetne vobis, Domini Doctores ? 
 Placetne vobis, Magistri ? ' 
 
 Say this out aloud to yourself and hear how 
 fine it sounds. 
 
 We had all been deeply interested in and 
 greatly impressed by the entry of a score or 
 so of the attendants of this potentate ; they 
 came while we were waiting for the Chancel- 
 lor's procession. This time of waiting was 
 otherwise enlivened by an organ recital, and 
 by watching the entrance to their proper 
 places of Important People. Fortunately 
 for us, we had a friend who was a deputy 
 pro-proctor, and he was able to get near us 
 and to tell us who every one was. 
 
 The Undergraduates did not enliven us 
 with any great display of wit, though that 
 one who sat over the head of the Chancellor 
 of the Exchequer as he came up for his 
 degree, and took this opportunity to ask 
 him, ' And what about my old age pension, 
 sir ? ' was very funny ; he contrived to throw 
 such a convincing note of real anxiety into 
 his voice. Each Doctor on his presenta- 
 tion to the Chancellor was greeted in what 
 was, I suppose, an appropriate compliment. 
 
COMMEMORATION 303 
 
 To some of them did this August Presence 
 speak not only in Latin but in Greek. ' Vir 
 Acutissime anrvrdr^ crofarjs cultor disertis- 
 sime, Ego, etc./ said he to one of the 
 Doctors of Science. Long should sound 
 Learning flourish under a Chancellor who 
 can perform such feats. 
 
 When the degrees were all given, and the 
 new Doctors were seated amongst the old 
 ones on the right and left hand of the Chan- 
 cellor, there came a Latin Oration, or, as 
 our paper expressed it, ' The Presentations 
 being ended, the Chancellor seated, touches 
 his cap to the Rostrum on the Left, as a sign 
 to the Public Orator to deliver the Creweian 
 Oration.' 
 
 1 This Oration ended, the Chancellor touches 
 his cap to the Rostrum on the Left for the 
 English Essay.' 
 
 And so on to the end. I do not know that 
 there was much more to remark save that 
 the subject of the Latin Essay was ' Permit- 
 tendumne sit muliebribus jus suffragii ? ' and 
 that, as you know, is a topical subject in 
 England just now. 
 
 ' The Latin Essay ended, the Chancellor 
 touches his cap to the Rostrum on the Left 
 for the Newdigate.' 
 
 ' The Newdigate ended, the Chancellor stands, 
 
304 THEIR OXFORD YEAR 
 
 and, touching his cap, says Dissolvimus 
 hanc Convocationem. He then leaves his 
 seat and is conducted by the Bedels from the 
 Theatre.' 
 
 When the procession had re-formed and 
 departed, we, too, followed after, with many 
 another fluttering petticoat, to lunch at All 
 Souls. This was, perhaps, the most delightful 
 as it was the last of the many pleasant cere- 
 monies to which the kindness of our Oxford 
 friends will bid us. 
 
 I had a particularly delightful time, for on 
 one hand sat an old Member of our own 
 College who remembered lunching at All 
 Souls in the summer that John read his 
 Newdigate from the rostrum in the Theatre 
 (' and very well he read it too ! '), while on 
 my other hand was an old Member of Mag- 
 dalen Hall who said that he could per- 
 fectly well remember hearing tales of your 
 doings there when he came up twenty years 
 after. You never told me that you painted 
 the place so red ! 
 
 After All Souls we paid a stately parting 
 visit to Miss Outhwaite : this was what she 
 would herself have called ' a very proper 
 attention ' on our part, and we would not 
 have omitted it for the world. Then to the 
 Merton Ball : of this I shall remember chiefly 
 
COMMEMORATION 305 
 
 that the combination of a crowded room 
 and a slippery carpet at the edge of it brought 
 Maurice Lynch and me down upon our knees. 
 Maurice was charmingly apologetic, and 
 indeed I could assure him with truth that he 
 danced beautifully, and that it was no fault 
 of his. ' It was a good thing that it was 
 only you, Mrs. Goodenough, and not Miss 
 Carleton, wasn't it ? ' quoth Maurice. 
 
 Then came the last day, and that eventful 
 last afternoon on the river. 
 
 We embarked on a punt propelled by Mr. 
 Tristram. 
 
 ' You must all rest/ he said, ' for you have 
 all been dancing yourselves to death while 
 I have been sitting peacefully over Greats 
 papers/ Even John can, as Griselda Grantly 
 could, express himself in the dance when 
 words would fail him, and had not I gnashed 
 my teeth when I saw Mr. Ferrers-Smith 
 appearing punctually at all the balls ? 
 
 You must remember Godstow well, so I 
 will spare you a recital of its beauties and its 
 romantic associations. I take it that it is 
 but very little changed since your time. 
 
 We took our tea on the bank above the 
 bridge, and rested in happy indolence upon 
 the grass. 
 
 Then Mr. Ferrers-Smith wondered whether 
 
306 THEIR OXFORD YEAR 
 
 Miss Carleton knew how charming an old- 
 world village lay across the fields a little way 
 behind us. Would she, he asked, care to 
 walk up and see it ? And Rachel said that 
 she would. 
 
 When they came back Mr. Ferrers-Smith 
 said that he had quite forgotten that he had 
 already engaged himself to dine with a friend 
 at St. John's, or he had asked some one to dine 
 with him in Hall, he did not seem quite clear as 
 to which engagement was pressing, but what 
 was clear was that he would leave us (we had 
 intended to go further up and to return home 
 by moonlight) and walk back into Oxford. 
 He made a great many apologies, and he 
 hoped that the rest of us would continue 
 our journey up the stream. 
 
 Never, dear, did I feel so much that I 
 might have liked him if his fairy godmother 
 had but held her hand and showered fewer 
 perfections upon him, than I felt as I watched 
 his admirable presence moving further and 
 further down the towing-path. I could hope, 
 with entire honesty, that equal perfection 
 was waiting somewhere to mate with his. 
 
 That chapter was closed, but would the 
 other ever open ? 
 
 Slowly we went up the river and slowly 
 came down again, until we found ourselves 
 
COMMEMORATION 307 
 
 supping at Godstow, near to the little that 
 remains of the nunnery that sheltered Fair 
 Rosamund. 
 
 John found it absolutely necessary that he 
 should greet his ancient friends at The Trout. 
 I felt it to be important that I, too, should 
 be introduced to them, but I decided that 
 Rachel, who had danced far more than I, 
 should stay quietly on the other bank. We 
 spun out our greetings, and we lingered on 
 the bridge as we returned, but it was plain 
 that Rachel and Mr. Tristram were still 
 continuing to talk only of Schopenhauer or 
 of things in general. 
 
 ' John/ said I, ' modesty is a great virtue, 
 but it may be carried too far/ 
 
 ' Bridget/ said he, ' if I undertake to put 
 confidence into Tristram and to impel him 
 to an irresistible avowal of his feelings, will 
 you promise to let me off all social functions 
 for the space of three years, inclusive ? ' 
 
 ' I will/ said I. 
 
 'Done/ said John, and we rejoined those two. 
 
 But John had murmured to me, before we 
 reached them, ' Ask me to say poetry to you/ 
 
 ' John/ said I, ' cannot you say some 
 poetry to us before we go back, something 
 that will help us to remember our last night 
 and the time and the place ? ' 
 
308 THEIR OXFORD YEAR 
 
 ' Ah, do, John/ said Rachel. ' Yes, do, 
 Goodenough/ said Mr. Tristram. 
 So John began : 
 
 { Where the quiet-coloured end of evening smiles 
 
 Miles on miles 
 On the solitary pastures where our sheep, 
 
 Half asleep, 
 
 Tinkle homeward thro' the twilight, stray or stop 
 As they crop.' 
 
 I did not look at Mr. Tristram, but I began 
 to feel that he would understand. 
 
 4 And I know, while thus the quiet-coloured eve 
 
 Smiles to leave 
 To their folding, all our many tinkling fleece 
 
 In such peace, 
 And the slopes and rills in undistinguished grey 
 
 Melt away 
 That a girl with eager eyes and yellow hair 
 
 Waits me there 
 In the turret whence the charioteers caught soul 
 
 For the goal, 
 
 When the king looked, where she looks now, breathless, 
 dumb, 
 
 Till I come.' 
 
 Even John's voice shook a little when he 
 came to the end : 
 
 ' Oh heart ! oh blood that freezes, blood that burns ! 
 
 Earth's returns 
 For whole centuries of folly, noise and sin ! 
 
 Shut them in, 
 With their triumphs and their glories and the rest ! 
 
 Love is best.' 
 
COMMEMORATION 309 
 
 John's beautiful voice died away, and we 
 none of us looked at the other. 
 
 ' Miss Carleton/ said Mr. Tristram, ' will 
 you walk towards the ruins with me ? ' 
 
 And my lovely Rachel rose, without a word, 
 and went with him. 
 
 ' Don't cry, my little dear Bridget/ said 
 John ; ' I knew that Browning would do the 
 trick. Why, didn't he do the same for us ? ' 
 
 And then we went over once again the 
 incidents of our own courting. 
 
 ' Don't you remember,' said John, ' how 
 your people asked me to come and see what 
 winter was like with you ? ' 
 
 ' Yes, I do remember, and what a lovely 
 time we had.' 
 
 ' It wasn't lovely for me until I got my 
 answer.' 
 
 ' Well, and I wasn't perfectly happy until 
 you had asked me the question/ 
 
 ' Well, and do you remember how I asked 
 it? ' 
 
 ' I was sitting reading in the great hall, by 
 the fire Grandfather's English fire/ 
 
 ' And I was sitting on the other side of the 
 hearth, wondering whether I dared to put 
 it to the touch/ 
 
 ' And you said to me, "Is it very inter- 
 esting what you are reading ? ' And I said 
 
310 THEIR OXFORD YEAR 
 
 " Yes." And you said, " May I ask what it 
 is ? ' And I said, " It 's Browning ; it 's 
 called ' By the Fireside/ '" ' 
 
 'And I don't believe/ said John, ' that 
 I ever should have risked all if I had not seen 
 that your Browning was upside down/ 
 
 And then our lovers returned, and it did 
 not need their clasped hands to tell us what 
 was written in their happy faces. 
 
 So that was the real end of our Sabbatical 
 Year. We have given of our best to Oxford 
 in giving her our Rachel, and nothing now 
 remained for us but to bid the sweet city 
 good-bye and to go. 
 
 Good-bye to all our household, to Anne 
 Page and to Mrs. Noy, who remained ' To 
 shut the 'ouse up and to see as all was right 
 and proper. And it is my earnest 'ope, ma'am, 
 that I may settle in Miss Carleton, or as 
 I shall soon say, Mrs. Tristram, same as I 've 
 a-settled you in, and a pleasure I 'm sure 
 it '11 be, for a more good-'earted, God-fearing 
 family than what you all are I never come 
 across, and I 'm glad as Miss Carleton, or 
 I might make so bold as to say, Miss Rachel, 
 has made up her mind to take the gentleman, 
 as nice, civil-spoken a gentleman as ever 
 stepped. I see it coming on this long while, 
 
COMMEMORATION 311 
 
 though saying nothing, for my last missus 
 as I lived with afore I married she 'd use ter 
 
 say 
 
 But that particular saying I shall never 
 hear, for the cab started for the station in the 
 midst of it. 
 
 As we turned the corner for the last time 
 we saw Mrs. Noy, still conversing; Alonzo, 
 who waved a duster ; and little Anne Page, 
 dissolved in tears. 
 
 But in all this parting there was a renewal 
 of hope. 
 
 At the station was Mr. Tristram, who is 
 to come to us on the Island when the Class 
 List is out, and he will not return alone. 
 Alonzo is to emigrate to the New World as 
 soon as he has ' passed his standards/ and 
 Anne Page will be Rachel's housemaid and 
 devoted worshipper. 
 
 * I do not think/ said John, as we drew 
 away from the station, ' that we can do 
 better than to bid farewell to Oxford in the 
 words of Queen Elizabeth : " Farewell the 
 worthy University of Oxford; farewell, my 
 dear scholars, and pray God prosper your 
 studies. Farewell, farewell ! " 
 
/ doubt not but the Learned and Sober Reader will candidly 
 accept of the Honesty of my Endeavour in Excuse of my Error. 
 But as for the hot-headed, half-witted Censurer, who perhaps 
 only looks on the Title of a Chapter, or here and there a 
 Paragraph that makes for his Turn, I must and do expect the 
 Lash of his Tongue, it being indeed his Business to find out the 
 Lapses, and decry all Attempts, wherein (forsooth) he himself 
 has not been consulted: But I would have such to know (that if 
 1 meet with but proportionable Encouragement from the former] 
 'tis not all they can say or do, shall discourage me from my 
 Purpose/ for if I have erred in anything, I shall gladly receive 
 the calm Reproofs of my Friends, and still go on till I do 
 understand my Business aright, in the mean-time contemning 
 the Verdict of the Ignorant and Fastidious that throw Words 
 in haste. 
 
 DR. PLOT 
 
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 KITTY ALONE. 
 
 URITH. 
 
 THE BROOM SQUIRE. 
 
 IN THE ROAR OF THE SEA. 
 
 NOEMI. 
 
 A BOOK OF FAIRY TALES. Illustrated. 
 
 LITTLE TU'PENNY. 
 
 WINEFRED. 
 
 THE FROBISHERS. 
 
 THE QUEEN OF LOVE. 
 
 ARMINELL. 
 
 BLADYS OF THE STEWPONEY. 
 
 CHRIS OF ALL SORTS. 
 
 Barr (Robert). JENNIE BAXTER. 
 IN THE MIDST OF ALARMS. 
 THE COUNTESS TEKLA. 
 THE MUTABLE MANY. 
 
 Benson (E. P.). DODO. 
 THE VINTAGE. 
 
 Bronte (Charlotte). SHIRLEY. 
 
 Brownell (C. L.). THE HEART OF 
 JAPAN*. 
 
 Burton (J. Bloundelle). ACROSS THE 
 SALT SEAS. 
 
 Caffyn (Mrs.). ANNE MAULEVERER. 
 
 Capes (Bernard). TH E GREAT SKENE 
 MYSTERY. 
 
 Corbett (Julian) A BUSINESS I.\ 
 GREAT WATERS. 
 
 Croker (Mrs. B. M.). ANGEL. 
 A STATE SECRET. 
 PEGGY OF THE BARTONS. 
 JOHANNA. 
 
 Clifford (Mrs. W. K.). 
 
 SUMMER. 
 MRS. KEITH'S CRIME. 
 
 A FLASH OF 
 
 Dante (Allghieri). 
 
 COMEDY (Gary). 
 
 THE DIVINE 
 ROUND THE 
 
 Doyle (Sir A. Conan). 
 RED LAMP. 
 
 Duncan (Sara Jeannette). THOSE 
 DELIGHTFUL AMERICANS. 
 
 Eliot (George). THE MILL ON THE 
 FLOSS. 
 
 Findlater (Jane H.). THE 
 GRAVES OF BALGOWR1E. 
 
 GREEN 
 
 Gallon (Tom). RICKERBY'S FOLLY. 
 
 Gaskell (Mrs.). CRANFORD. 
 MARY BARTON. 
 NORTH AND SOUTH. 
 
 Gerard (Dorothea). HOLY MATRI- 
 MONY. 
 
 THE CONQUEST OF LONDON. 
 MADE OF MONEY. 
 
 Gissing(G.). THE TOWN TRAVELLER. 
 THE CROWN OF LIFE. 
 
 Glanville (Ernest). THE INCA'S 
 
 TREASURE. 
 THE KLOOF BRIDE. 
 
 Gleig (Charles). BUNTER'S CRUISE. 
 
 Grimm (The Brothers). GRIMM'S 
 FAIRY TALES. 
 
 Hope (Anthony). A MAX OF MARK. 
 
 A CHANGE OF AIR. 
 
 THE CHRONICLES OF COUNT 
 
 ANTONIO. 
 PHROSO. 
 THE DOLLY DIALOGUES. 
 
 Hornung (E. W.}. DEAD MEN TELL 
 NO TALES. 
 
 Hyne (C. J. CO- PRINCE RUPERT THE 
 BUCCANEER. 
 
 Ingraham (J. H.). THE THRONE OF 
 DAVID. 
 
METHUEN AND COMPANY LIMITED 
 
 Le Queux (W.). THE HUNCHBACK 
 
 OF WESTMINSTER. 
 THE CROOKED WAY. 
 THE VALLEY OF THE SHADOW. 
 
 Levett- Yeats (S. K.). THE TRAITOR'S 
 
 WAY. 
 ORRAIN. 
 
 Llnton (E. Lynn). THE TRUE HIS- 
 TORY OF JOSHUA DAVIDSON. 
 
 Lyall (Edna). DERRICK VAUGHAN. 
 
 Malet (Lucas). THE CARISSIMA. 
 A COUNSEL OF PERFECTION. 
 
 Mann (Mrs. M. E.). MRS. PETER 
 
 HOWARD. 
 A LOST ESTATE. 
 THE CEDAR STAR. 
 THE PATTEN EXPERIMENT. 
 A WINTER'S TALE. 
 
 Marchmont (A. W.). MISER HOAD- 
 
 LEY'S SECRET. 
 A MOMENT'S ERROR. 
 
 Marryat (Captain). PETER SIMPLE. 
 JACOB FAITHFUL. 
 
 March (Richard). A METAMORPHOSIS. 
 THE TWICKENHAM PEERAGE. 
 THE GODDESS. 
 THE JOSS. 
 
 Mason (A. E. W.). CLEMENTINA. 
 
 Mathers (Helen). HONEY. 
 GRIFF OF GRIFFITHSCOURT 
 SAM'S SWEETHEART. 
 THE FERRYMAN. 
 
 Meade (Mrs. L. T.). DRIFT. 
 Miller (Esther). LIVING LIES. 
 
 Mitford (Bertram). THE SIGN OF THE 
 SPIDER. 
 
 Montr6sor (F. F.). THE ALIEN. 
 
 Morrison (Arthur). THE HOLE IN 
 THE WALL. 
 
 Nesblt (E.). THE RED HOUSE. 
 
 Norris (W. E.). HIS GRACE, 
 GILES INGILBY. 
 
 THE CREDIT OF THE COUNTY. 
 LORD LEONARD THE LUCKLESS. 
 MATTHEW AUSTEN. 
 CLARISSA FURIOSA. 
 
 Ollphant (Mrs.). THE LADY'S WALK, 
 SIR ROBERT'S FORTUNE. 
 
 THE PRODIGALS. 
 
 THE TWO MARYS. 
 
 Oppenhelm (E. P.). MASTER OF MEN. 
 
 Parker (Sir Gilbert). THE POMP OF 
 
 THE LAVILETTES. 
 
 WHEN VALMOND CAME TO PONTIAC. 
 THE TRAIL OF THE SWORD. 
 
 Pemberton (Max). THE FOOTSTEPS 
 
 OF A THRONE. 
 I CROWN THEE KING. 
 Phillpotts (Eden). THE HUMAN BOY. 
 CHILDREN OF THE MIST. 
 THE POACHER'S WIFE, 
 THE RIVER. 
 
 Q' (A. T. Quiller Couch). THE 
 WHITE WOLF. 
 
 Ridge (W. Pett). A SON OF THE STATE. 
 
 LOST PROPERTY. 
 
 GEORGE and THE GENERAL. 
 
 A BREAKER OF LAWS. 
 
 ERB. 
 
 Russell (W. Clark). ABANDONED. 
 
 A MARRIAGE AT SEA. 
 
 MY DANISH SWEETHEART. 
 
 HIS ISLAND PRINCESS. 
 
 Sergeant (Adeline). THE MASTER OF 
 
 P.EECHWOOD. 
 BALBARA'S MONEY. 
 THE YELLOW DIAMOND. 
 THE LOVE THAT OVERCAME. 
 
 Sidgwlck (Mrs, Alfred). THE KINS- 
 MAN. 
 
 Surtees (R. S.). HANDLEY CROSS. 
 MR. SPONGE'S SPORTING TOUR. 
 ASK MAMMA. 
 
 Walford (Mrs. L. B.). MR. SMITH. 
 
 COUSINS. 
 
 THE BABY'S GRANDMOTHER. 
 
 TROUBLESOME DAUGHTERS. 
 
 Wallace (General Lew). BEN-HUR. 
 
 THE FAIR GOD. 
 
 Watson (H. B. Marriott). THE ADVE N- 
 
 TURERS. 
 
 CAPTAIN FORTUNE. 
 Weekes (A. B.). PRISONERS OF WAR. 
 Wells (H. G.). THE SEA LADY. 
 Whitby (Beatrice). THE RESULT OF 
 
 AN AJCIDENT. 
 
 White (Percy). A PASSIONATE PIL- 
 GRIM. 
 
 Williamson (Mrs. C. N.). PAPA, 
 
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 LONDON AND WOKING. 
 
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