for I, as I am in all things curious, did get behind a stable doore, and did thence behold the chances that befell. But with all this I did not escape unhurt; for running after them through all the dirt I did meet two ruffians of the town, who did first with snowballs knock off my hat, saying that "I was one of them," (in which they did speak truly,) and then did pelt me till I was very much daubed with dirt, and my new skirted coat of pearly grey nearly ruined. I did turn round that I might get home, but by ill luck did fall in with two of the scholars. They did threaten me because they said I belonged to their side, and yet was running away; and in truth they did give me several cuffs, which seemed to me most strange that I on all sides should be buffeted, and moreover that my clothes should be so spoiled. However did think it wise hereupon to join in the fray, and indeed in the crowd did escape unhurt, albeit I did see several shrewd blows given and received. By and bye I did venture to the gates which lead into the quadrangle, and there beheld a great sight; for the scholars were pursuing the townspeople down the High Street; and I did wonder greatly to see one of their masters giving the word to charge, waving his key in his hand. And this ended the fight for the day: for darkness came on and so we returned home and held much converse on the events of the day, and so to bed. Feb. 20. (Lord's day.) Mr. Coke and I to church. With Mr. White to dinner, little conversation, less merriment, and then to church again, where the doctor made a good sermon. Feb. 21. Within all day long studying and helping to put up my hangings and pictures in my little chamber to my great content. Feb. 22.-When I wake I find a very great thaw, which vexed me. But hard at work. Mr. White did praise some Latin Verses which I showed him, at which I do wonder greatly. March 4.-I was much troubled to-day to see a young sparrow dead lie in the quadrangle, and had done (they say) these four days, and nobody takes him up to bury him, which is very barbarous. After din March 16.-Studied hard in the morning. ner (as the weather was foul) to read at the Book Shop; did read and purchase Dr. Farr's Observations on the Bills of Mortality, which does seem to me at first sight to be a pretty book. March 20. (Lord's Day).—Rained all day. Did hear a pleasant discourse from the Doctor upon resisting temptation; much writing, prayers, and so to bed. March 21.-Did attend a levée attired in my black camlet suit, which I have had refurbished. Much debate about the game of cricket, whether or no the time was fitting for its introduction. I being small could not obtain a hearing, although some of the principal speakers did take my opinion. So hot was the discussion that we were forced to divide, when those who desired cricket forthwith obtained an easy majority; at which I am glad. March 22.-Went with Mr. Canter to see a race which was to be run. I did marvel greatly to see the runners leap with ease a brook which did wind along the course. At the end of the race, however, they appeared very weary and moreover their clothes were foul with mud and slime. Mr. Canter did run but did not win the prize. THE FAG'S COMPLAINT. To the tune of "The Negro's Complaint.” Forced from tea, and all its pleasures, Still in wish as free as ever, What are Sixth Form rights I ask? Me from my warm tea to sever, Cannot forfeit nature's claim, Why did all-creating Arnold Make the rule by which we toil? Why should we go fetch hot water? Eggs and coffee ever boil? Think, ye masters iron-hearted, Lolling at your jovial boards, Think how many backs have smarted From the sweets your cane affords. Is there, as you sometimes warn us, Hark! he answers:-Impositions, By our fat at hall-fires wasted, By our baked and roasted legs, Treat our form as fags no longer Till some reason ye shall find, Than the weakness of our mind. Prove that you have human feelings, Do not take us from our teas. Sept. 6th, 1859. Φίληβος. ADVERTISEMENTS. THERE is we should say no more important branch of the great Fourth Estate than that of which we propose to treat to-day,—the Advertising columns; no part is more profitable to the owners, no part more useful to the public, and no part more amusing to the attentive reader. Hither fly the millionaires and the needy, high and low, rich and poor, all alike; some wanting things, others offering them, each apparently having for sale exactly what his neighbour asks for, each prepared to praise up his own article, and to depreciate his neighbour's to the utmost extent. Woe be to the misguided man who believes one quarter of what he reads; for naturally the object of the advertiser is to expose his article in the most favourable light, and to obtain this end many and strange are the means used. And it is to call attention to a few of these methods that we appear before the public to-day, being duly prepared after the manner of philosophical lecturers, with specimens of each, in proof of what we advance. Nor is it without reason that we compare ourselves to these lecturers, for this advertising is no less a mysterious art than chymistry, or any other wonder. Truly it is a great art! music, sculpture, painting, and poetry have had their day; Greek and Latin are sinking into insignificance. Happy the man now who can best puff his goods, or find his way through the mysteries of Bradshaw; When no one can take up any paper, book, or even tract, without having something recommended to his notice; when the ancient inscriptions on the milestones have given place to hints on Dr. Taylor's Dandelion Pills; when the very Pyramids are |