turned out to be what he had all the while represented himself, a veritable school-boy.

That he was now so no longer, his presence within the sacred precincts of Brooke Hall sufficiently declared. But it was only within the last week that he could arrogate any other title. He had now come up to London for a few days, having been entered a Commoner of — Coll. Oxford, on Thursday last, and the Schoolmaster had kindly taken the earliest opportunity of affording him the privilege, so earnestly coveted by an emancipated Monitor, of an introduction to the hospitalities of the Officers' table.

Many were the taunts on his apparent knowledge of Brooke Hall proceedings, his espionage in acquiring it, and his treachery in giving it to the world. Many were the questions asked and answered respecting his fellow labourers, the allotted task of each, the authorship of the several articles, and on various other matters hitherto secret, but which according to his original promise the Head of the Triumvirate now explicitly detailed. It was but in two or three instances, where, to keep good faith with the writers, any reserve was made; and even in those instances some very shrewd guesses were made not far from the mark. All seem to have recogvery nised Buchanan and his works, and many happy compliments were paid on the adroit manner in which he had been thrown overboard; and among other confessions, it was acknowledged that Henry Bolton was altogether a fictitious character.

The same feeling which led us to consider it fair enough to report all the conversation we could pick up, when we were debarred admission into the assembly of our Lords and Masters, makes us hold it equally just,

that when once admitted,—and that with such friendship and frankness, we should not betray the confidence so readily bestowed, by any further publication of the proceedings of that august body.

Hence we are under the necessity of referring our friends generally, who are interested in the disclosures of the CARTHUSIAN's secrets, to some member of that venerable board who was present at the dénouement of all its intricacies and mysteries. There is not one whom they will not find ready to afford them all the information in his power.

We have only to add, that amidst the hilarity and good fellowship which succeeded, the bumpers which were given to the CARTHUSIAN, and the speeches which were made in reply, the sound of the Chapel bell was drowned, and all ordinary rules forgotten.

Whether the Reader was equally oblivious as the rest could not be distinctly made out, but certain it is that it was past 8 o'clock before a very merry party were seen wending their way across the terrace, supposed to be bent on trying the excellence of the Schoolmaster's coffee.

RECOLLECTIONS OF MY FIRST JOURNEY TO OXFORD.

I SHALL never forget that pleasant evening of May, 183—, on which I set forth to commence my residence at Oxford. I believe few young men enter upon their University career without some secret feelings of increased importance, and vague expectations of novelty

and pleasure. In my case these feelings were more than ordinarily acute. Only the day before, and Charterhouse had received my final adieus. A wide gulph now separated me for ever from all the associations and, as I thought, all the mortifications of boyhood. The days of homunculism were over and gone; the toga virilis had suddenly descended upon my shoulders, and I felt a pleasant embarrassment as I surveyed its ample folds. Now, thought I, I am in a condition to demand satisfaction from my own sex, and to win the smiles of the other. For it must be confessed that the fair sex, mothers and sisters always excepted, have a malicious pleasure in opposing the pretensions of the young lords of the creation, your boy-men just trembling on the confines of youth and manhood. They have no reverence for the brevet rank, to which my young masters aspire. They do not love to be courted by a schoolboy, even in a long-tailed coat. If they condescend to notice the sucking lion, it is only to admire his fantastic tricks and awkward imitations of a more mature growth.

I think it is Sir William Temple who observes, that in old age we love to dwell upon the past, while in youth our thoughts are solely directed to the future. I am sure this was my case on that memorable evening, as I stood in front of the Gloucester coffee-house, equipped for travel and ruminating upon the pleasures of my new situation. The memory of my school-boy days excited nothing but pity and even disgust: before me, the land of promise seemed to extend illimitably, and the sky was without a cloud. As I look back through a vista of six long years and better, I can afford to smile at the insufficient grounds on which I then relied for happiness. Visions of tandems, wine parties, and hunters passed before my eyes in rapid and brilliant review; and

I thought with rapture what a fine thing it was to count money by pounds instead of shillings, to talk of terms and vacations instead of quarters and holidays-above all, to rank as an Oxford man instead of a Charterhouse boy. But just as I had drawn up my body to the height and stiffness proper to this new dignity, my eyes encountered the ruddy good-natured face of a country squire and neighbour of ours, who in a tone of voice loud enough to be heard by all the passengers, and what was worse, all the coachmen in the vicinity, exclaimed "Ah, Master G-, how do you do, and how is your papa?"

Master-Papa-detestable words! I could have slain the utterer of them-" Master" indeed! that lucus a non lucendo, master-no-master, the cast-off style of adults now applied in scornful irony to the rising generation : for whatever I might think in my heart of hearts as to my sterling pretensions to the honours of manhood, I felt sure, that as far as my exterior was concerned, there was nothing to justify this affront. Everything there, at least, was as manly and correct as possible. According to the modern fashion of fine young gentlemen on their travels, I had attired myself in such a manner as to betray a strong regard for that liberal art of which Jehu was a distinguished professor. My head was surmounted by a tile of the orthodox sporting shape, and my person enveloped in an ample great coat, very remarkable for extreme angularity and enormous buttons. If I failed to pass muster as a gentleman, I could not help being set down for a coachman; and I believe I should have been flattered by the mistake; for in order to make the illusion complete, I had placed a cigar in my mouth, my hands in my pockets, while my eyes were directed with a gaze of critical interest upon the

spicy team before me, as if I knew to a nicety the precise age and worth of every animal, together with the exact number of splents and spavins, curbs and windgalls, which they might be supposed collectively to possess. And after all to be called "Master" by that thickwitted country gentleman!

It was the more provoking, as I had been for some time diligently preparing for the change in my position. -I had determined to come forth into the world so as not to disgrace my public-school breeding, and not after the fashion of private-school snobs or trembling neophytes fresh from the effeminate blandishments of parlour-boarding in some snug rectory. Already I had made stealthy expeditions into the promised land, had dwelt with the sons of Anak, and studied their manner and habits. By dint of much Macassar and tight boots I had reaped a scanty harvest of whiskers, and a plentiful one of corns. Already I had invested a small capital on the result of the Derby, and grown into a rapid taste for operatic music, of the German school more particularly. I had conquered natural antipathies, set at defiance discipline and sumptuary laws, and verily I had my reward. At the time of which I am speaking I was equal to the performance of two mild Havannahs in a masterly style; if any doubts existed as to my prowess, I could make shift to hawk and sputter through a third. Saturday afternoons and Sundays had long ceased to be Sabbaths to me. On these occasions I appeared upon the great stage of Regent-street, in the character of the "walking gentleman;" dramatic performances which cost me no small effort. Henceforth, let no one deride the laborious gentilities of holiday folk; they pay dearly for the gratification of their harmless vanity. Clothes like horses, if used but once a week, become