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ing two more with a Governor; but, as one Freshman does not make a Term, I shall now go out and see if there are any more of those interesting young Creatures, the Harbingers of Lectures, and shall therefore conclude in the emphatic words of Weller Senior,

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Respect, said, For what we are going to receive
The Lord make us truly thankful."

CEDIPUS COLONEUS,-1. 668.

Lo, stranger! thou hast reach'd the strand,
Fairest in all this far-fam'd land,
Colonus' chalky soil;

Where, with unceasing plaintive lay,

The nightingale defers the day,

And eases mortal toil.

Sweet fairy songster! woodland queen!
That haunt'st the ivy's mantling green,
And lov'st the sacred bow'r,
Where fruits in clust'ring plenty grow,
Where raging winds forget to blow,
And angry storms to low'r.

See, see the Bacchic God advance;
The frantic nurses join the dance,

Attendants in his train.

See the Narcissus, Goddess'-wreath,
Flourish the heav'nly dew beneath,
That fructifies the plain.

Here, too, the crocus from afar

Gleams like a bright celestial star :—
Nor sleep Cephisus' rills;

But daily, with unsullied rains,

He brings new verdure to our plains,
And Earth's glad bosom tills.

Him nor the Muses' bands disdain,
Nor Venus she of golden rein.
But list-I praise in song
A plant, which Asia seeks in vain,
Which ne'er to Pelops' sea-girt plain,
Though mighty, shall belong.

For see!-no work of human toil-
Springs the fresh olive in our soil,
The strongest foe's alarm :

Our youth it trains to deeds of might,
While old and young in vain unite
Our nation's boast to harm.

For Morian Jove has deign'd to bless,
And she, our blue-eyed patroness.-
But list again!--I sing

The bounty of great Saturn's son;
Thou, Neptune, thou this praise hast won :
To thee all thanks we bring.

To thee we owe our nation's skill,
"Tis ours to boast-'tis thine to will

That such our pow'r should be:

'Twas thou that gav'st the curbing rein,
Thou didst the madden'd steed restrain
When raging to be free.

'Twas thou that bad'st the oar to leap
O'er the glad waters of the deep,
Plied by the skilful hand.
The nymphs of hundred feet rejoice
To aid the bark with fav'ring voice,
The gentle Nereid's band.

THE TRIUMVIRATE.

Editors' Study, Nov. 15.

THERE were met in Council Mr. Harry Moubray and Mr. Charles Iverly, and four Sub-Editors who shall for the present be nameless. The aspect of affairs, however, was very different from what we have hitherto had to describe. The new, clean, striped paper of the Editors' study, the snow-white ceiling, the fresh and enamelled carpet (the subject of so many malicious remarks,) appeared in strong contrast to the downcast spirits and black visages of the assembled possessors. Something was wrong. A plank had started. A string was broken. A screw was loose. The table before them was spread over with vast heaps of disorderly MSS., and lying at the top of all was to be seen a document in a neat print-like hand, having Sutton's arms drawn at the head of its first page, and superscribed as THE CHARTERHOUSE GAZETTE.

From the continual turnings and twittings which the said paper underwent from the hands of the assembled party, and the half-scornful, half-angry glances which

they vouchsafed occasionally to give to its contents, it was quite certain that the ill-humour so visibly depicted on the countenances of all present, was partly at least to be traced to the existence of that mysterious production.

After some little consultation between the two members of the Triumvirate present, Mr. Moubray at length rose to address the select party, which had been purposely, as the circular intimated, summoned for the communication of some very important matter.

"I believe, gentlemen," he began, "it is hardly necessary for me to confirm the report now so generally circulated within and without the walls of Charterhouse, that a member of the Triumvirate has resigned, and that the only remaining constituents of that once united body are now before you. Much as I regret the circumstance, I shall not detain you with any useless expressions of sorrow, but, at the risk of being somewhat tedious, lay before you at once the whole facts of this extraordinary case. You may remember that at the first broaching of our design, our then worthy friend Buchanan was,-to use the parliamentary phrase,very forward in being backward' to give us the advantage of his assistance. Whatever doubts and misgivings were urged at our outset, all came from that quarter. All the cold water thrown upon us was from his jug. He was sadly afraid lest the Carthusian should prosper at the expense of his Euclid, and urged the concoction of certain heavy Hexameters for the Gold Medal (which by-the-bye he did not get,) as an excuse for neglecting the lighter courtship of the English Muse. Some calculations, however, which were submitted to him, showing how a little exercise in native composition might possibly forward his designs upon the English Essay'

and the 'Newdigate' of Oxford, at length induced hims to give us the aid of his head and hand-his heart I fear never went with us; and as for his purse, though he himself, in a less Johnsonian phrase, 'desiderated that we might procure it,' we never asked for nor wanted it. (Hear, hear!)

"Shortly after the publication of our first number, he showed signs of dissatisfaction. He was the first to echo back the cuckoo note that we had made a failure, and pointed out divers defects in our arrangements, which an attention to his advice would of course have remedied. However, his ominous I told you so' was more than we could bear, and we told him so.

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"The fact is, there was no light-heartedness about the fellow; he could not parry a single blow, nor laugh off a single sneer, and took in downright earnest the wholesome advice of an antiquated critic, 'to return to our lollypops.' Moreover, the following letter received about this time, and referring to the account of the Triumvirate in No. 1, not a little contributed to upset his self-esteem.

"TO THE GENTLEMEN OF THE EDITORS' STUDY.

"SIRS,

"At the request of my dearest Tom, I subscribed to your little Tract; and though I looked over all with a mother's eye, I saw little cause for reprehension till I came to the latter part, where I was shocked to find that you treat lightly, and as a matter of course, that abominable system of Fagging. I had thought that it had been done away with; for whenever I questioned my dear boy on its horrors, I could never get anything from him but a laugh. But I now see how it is; in the

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