"No, sir, I—he is not at home, sir,-he is gone to Stow, sir,—and his spoons are locked up-and is purse is gone with him, sir,—and if you're come to dun him, you'd better go after him, sir,—or, if you object to the coach fare, I, as his particular friend, shall be happy to kick you there, sir." "Sir," said the Freshman, for he it was, getting very red in the face; "I have brought this letter for Mr. Raffleton, and "Anything to pay ?" interrupted Raffleton, coolly scrutinizing the letter, and beginning to think it might not be a bill after all. "Any. thing to pay, young man ?" "No, sir, there is not anything to pay.-This is most extraordinary conduct, sir,—I have never been used to this sort of thing at home, and I shan't stand it here. Pray, sir, whom do you take me for ?" said the Freshman, fairly exasperated. "You are sure of that, young man ?" said Raffleton, without manifesting the slightest attention to this last question; "you are quite sure there is nothing to pay ?" "No, sir," said Eden; "I have told you once for all there is not, sir. It did not come by the post. I brought it." "No bill, or any nasty thing of that sort ?" persisted Raffleton. "No, sir-it is a letter, sir-a private letter. Can you tell me where to find Mr. Raffleton, or not, sir?" "Then, sir," rejoined his tormentor, in the most deliberate and impressive tone of voice; "then in that case, sir, I think I may venture to be Mr. Raffleton. I think, sir," continued he, taking the letter between his forefinger and thumb, and turning it over for more minute inspection," I think, sir, the appearance of this letter fully justifies me in being Mr. Raffleton. Sir," added he, having torn open the document in question, and glanced hastily at its contents, "I find I have been mistaken in your character; circumstances, sir-circumstances must excuse me. Sir, I am the victim of an unnatural persecution—the hand-handwriting, I should say, of every tradesman in Oxford is against me-they haunt my sleep-they wear the paint off my door with knocking-they disturb my reading-they ruin me in postage they upset my nervous system. Sir, I took you for one of them. Forgive me. Take some porter, sir." Eden pleaded want of habit as an excuse for not drinking so early in the morning-an excuse, by the by, which would have been equally founded upon fact as applied to his drinking at any time of the day whatever; and Raffleton, having made up for his friend's defalcation by helping himself, resumed. "I find, sir, by this letter, that you are an acquaintance of my friend, Mrs Myrtleby, and that you are to be an acquaintance of mine. Very good. Pleasant for both, that-as the boy said when he tied the owl on the duck's back. I enjoy the prospect amazingly.” Had Eden been aware that the prospect which his new friend contemplated enjoying was nothing more or less than sending him home drunk in a wheelbarrow on as many evenings as he could spare out of the week, the problem which he was at present engaged in working, as to whether the pleasure of the proposed intimacy would be mutual, would have required no further solution. "Nice woman, Mrs. Myrtleby," continued Raffleton,-" motherly, and all that-nursed me in my infancy-till I got too big." Here Raffleton tried to look pathetic, and thanks to a long practice, with a view to attract the commiseration of the examiners in the schools, succeeded. He then tossed the letter across the table for Eden's perusal, with a remark that his correspondent seemed to have some idea of taking the change out of him now, for her before-mentioned delicate little attentions vouchsafed in his infancy. The document ran as follows 66 : "Marine Parade, Dover, March, 183—. My dear Mr. Raffleton,-I write this to oblige an old friend and schoolfellow, Mrs. Eden, with whom I have resumed my intimacy, since my stay here for sea-bathing for the boys. Her son is going up to reside at Trinity College; any little attention to him, which will not interfere with your studies, will be a charity. By the by, you will be glad to hear that I have determined to send the two eldest boys, Henry Brougham and Arthur Wellington, (that was poor Mr. M.'s doing, to stand well with both parties,) to Oriel. Will you be kind enough to enter them on the College books? Also inquire if they could by any means be allowed to live in one room, (this on account of expense, entre nous; but before them I always talk of brotherly af fection;) they always slept double at school. And if you could send an old cap and gown as a pattern, I think they could be made cheaper 66 at home. Believe me, my dear young friend, yours everlastingly, ELEONORA RUFFIN MYRTLEBY. "P.S. 1. If you stumble on a collar of Oxford brawn cheap, and can send it free of expense, Henry Brougham is very fond of it. "P.S. 2. Henry Brougham, and Arthur Wellington, have both had the measles, you may tell the Provost." Having duly perused this curious compound of friendly interest and maternal solicitude, Eden observed that he thought he must go and pay his respects to the College tutors, and rose for that purpose. "Ah! very right," said Raffleton; "I remember I did all that sort of thing in my first term. And then, if you'll sup with me at nineI've a small party-I'll introduce you to a capital fellow of your own college, and he'll put you in the way of everything. And you'll ex cuse what I am going to say-but what have you done with your cap and gown?" Eden replied that he had not yet procured those articles, having been equipped for chapel that morning in an old cap and gown belonging to his little scout. 66 "Well," said Raffleton, taking hold of his coat collar, and surveying his costume from head to foot; now let me give you a little piece of advice. Go and get a cap and gown instantly, and never stir out without them, till you've worn out that country-built coat and trousers; for, however convenient it may be to be taken by the Proctor for a townsman, yet it isn't so pleasant to be taken for a dun by an undergraduate, as I was very near showing you when you came in. Good bye-we shall meet again at supper-as Wombwell used to say to the wild beasts an hour before feeding time—and to-morrow I'll take you to Embling's, where you can order some real trousers.” THOUGHTS ON PATRONS, PUFFS, AND IN AN EPISTLE FROM T. M. To S. R. WHAT, thou, my friend! a man of rhymes, To talk of "patrons," in these times, When authors thrive, like spinning-jenneys. No, no,-those times are past away, When, doom'd in upper floors to star it, The bard inscribed to lords his lay,- No more he begs, with air dependent, His "little bark may sail attendant" Under some lordly skipper's steerage; But launched triumphant in the Row, Or ta'en by Murray's self in tow, Cuts both Star Chamber and the Peerage. Patrons, indeed! when scarce a sail Of all such lands as they shall see, Or not see, as the case may be : It being enjoined on all who go No, no, my friend,-it can't be blink'd,- As dead as any Megatherion Unlike those feeble gales of praise While still fresh "change comes o'er her dream." What Steam is on the deep,-and more,— Is the vast power of Puff on shore; And makes "immortal" and "divine" of us In old times, when the God of Song Carrying inside a bard or two, Book'd for posterity "all through ;" Ye Gods! how different is the story But, bless me! while I thus keep fooling, Yours sempiternally, T. M. * Quandoque bonus dormitat Homerus.--HORAT. |