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in its virgin integrity; we will not deform its symmetry with any Opisthodomos of our own.
The time then has now arrived when it becomes us respectfully to make our bow and retire. To resume the metaphor with which we set out, we are nearing the earth, the grappling-irons of duty are steadying our movements, our trip into Cloudland is ended, we must throw aside the inflations of authorship and be content to walk the earth as common mortals again. But, after the fashion of other Ballooners, we must first return to the spot from whence we started, render an account of the voyage, and our thanks to the public, and then gratefully bid them farewell.
Whatever may have been the feelings of our readers, our course has been one of unmixed gratification to ourselves, and that not so much from any unmeasured praise or extraordinary success (for we claim neither), as from the opportunity it has given us of thoroughly observing and appreciating the heartfelt interest taken in everything connected with Charterhouse by so many among the worthiest of her sons.
It is with pride and truth that we say that we have been most warmly greeted in those quarters where encouragement and assistance was both most valuable and most valued, and have found it generally true that the heart and hand has there been readiest where the head was readiest also. Beyond the assistance of mere contemporaries, we have a still higher matter of congratulation to boast of, and in return for which any acknowledgement which we now may make must needs be most inadequate. We should be apt on the present occasion to dilate at length on this condescension, did we not know that by our silence we were best consulting the feelings of the authors of the “Charterhouse Song," of the “ Notes on Charterhouse," of the “Review of Lovelace's Poems"; three papers which of themselves, whatever may be the merit of our own lighter effusions, have from their intrinsic worth fixed a standard value upon our work, and from their Carthusian interest endeared it for ages to come in the eyes of every one who shall rejoice in being called a son of Sutton. Glad as we should be to specify one or two authors more,-yes, one in particular,—we will not venture upon the ungracious task of selection, convinced that each contribution may fairly stand upon its own merits, and recommend itself, if not to a severe public, at least to the partial eyes of too favourably judging schoolfellows.
One word as to the redemption of the pledges with which we started. We trust that we restore that part of the character of the school which for awhile rested on our shoulders, uninjured and unimpaired by our undertaking. Not a word calculated to offend, not a sentiment unworthy a public school, have we wilfully admitted into our pages. Our masters, our fathers, and our sisters may, we confidently hope, read us, if they deign to read us at all, without a frown, a sneer, or a blush. If we have to regret anything, it is the rather hasty insertion in a late number of some lines somewhat too personal to accord with the rest of our contributions; but we are sure that we shall meet with pardon from no quarter sooner than from that to which they immediately apply.
If we have to excuse ourselves for the uncertainty and delays in which our later numbers have been involved, we must offer as a set-off against this inconvenience the promise which we made at starting,—that these our amusements should in no way interfere with the more serious school-business we had in hand ; and it is chiefly from our unwillingness to break through this rule in our own or others' cases, that this want of punctuality has arisen.
A more pleasing proof we have that there has been no serious breach of this pledge, in the fact that at no time has there been a more successful struggle for university-scholarships and “honours” among our schoolfellows than during the brief period of the existence of our miscellany.
In like manner we hope that we may flatter ourselves that any foreboding of the tendency of our publication to foster overweening ideas of authorship has not been realized. On the contrary, if quires of rejected articles are likely to check the preposterous notions of schoolboy authors, we may indeed have helped to suppress such ebullitions of “extreme viridity;" and we hope that in those articles which we deemed worthy of acceptance there is nothing which would lead our friends to suppose
that the writers were not fully aware that they were but pursuing a temporary pastime, which youth and high spirits could alone excuse. They have too much good sense to suppose that pranks which may be played in boyhood, without giving offence, will be viewed with the like consideration and good-humour when they come to take their parts as men in the wide arena of the world.
To deprecate the severity of criticism is but too often the resource of the calculating prudence of a commonplace writer, or the affected modesty of a vain one; but surely from us it may claim to be regarded as the natural, sincere, and proper expression of youthful, unsophisticated, and diffident hearts. With one exception, elsewhere alluded to, and which we confess did not cut us to the quick, our enterprise has been regarded by the public press with a tenderness we had a right, and with a favour which we had no right, to expect; and in some instances we verily caught ourselves blushing as we smiled over the favourable review.
Among those who have borne with us patiently and kindly, let us at least, in this as in so many other respects bounden, mark our gratitude to our masters, and other dignitaries of the house, with whose official names—if rashly, we hope not impertinently—we have taken the liberty to disport. If we have done injustice to the mild wisdom and chastened merriment for which Brooke Hall stands renowned, we shall hope to find pardon in our modesty, which forbade us to tell all we knew, and in our position, which forbade us to know all. We fondly look forward to the day when our own eyes and our own ears may be permitted to behold and hear those pleasant sights and pithy sayings which we have heretofore been obliged to reach through circuitous and secret channels. Who knows but that before these pages reach the press, the door of Brooke Hall may have been opened to one at least of our Triumvirate ?
We refrain in this our last number from giving a long Notice to Correspondents of whose labours we have not been able to avail ourselves. Those who are accepted will see themselves in print, and we can no longer hold out hopes to the rejected. To those and all other friends we now bid a last farewell; and we take our leave under happy omens. A fine summer is just bursting upon us, the examination is over, the holidays are at hand, the masters are getting married, we mean to beat the Old Carthusians in the return match this very day, and Charterhouse has at the present moment more boys than at any period during the last seven years. May happiness attend them in school, college, and after-life, exactly commensurate with the heartiness with which they join us in crying “ FLOREAT ÆTERNUM CARTHUSIANA DOMUS !" Signed, for the Ghost of the Triumvirate,
* Tria juncta in uno,'
C. F. IVERLY.
A cry has just reached us that we have not “given ourselves up,” nor the names of our associates, as we promised. The developement has indeed been made in Brooke Hall, and we had intended to have added here a full list of authors, but we have been checked in our intention by the following notice being put into our hands :
“ Shortly will be published, in 8vo., price to Subscribers 78. 6d., to Non-Subscribers 108.,
"A KEY TO THE CARTHUSIAN, containing an accurate and complete account of the writers of the several articles that have appeared in “The Carthusian,' together with some particulars of the formation of the Triumvirate, and biographical notices of its members. Also, a list of authors of the rejected articles.
An early application will be necessary, as the impression is limited.
LONDON, S. WALKER, 58, BARBICAN.”
Printed by Richard and J. E. Taylor, Red Lion Court, Fleet Street, London.