nounced by his countrymen, the Greeks, the first critic and scholar of the age), is his (ITgir↓ous), or Treatise on the Sublime.

A pedantic collegian was boasting, in a large party, of his extensive reading, adding, he had read Longinus over and over again, and thought him a dry fellow." Pray, sir," said a grave character near him, "have you ever read his grous? (Peri Hupsous.)"" No, sir," said the pedant; "unfortunately, I have read all his works except that."

SIMPLICITY OF MATHEMATICIANS.

The simplicity of mathematicians has often been commented on; the following instance, a recent occurrence, is adduced, as exemplifying the truth of the observation, not as tending, by either its wit or brilliancy, to illuminate our pages. A gentleman, rather deeply read in the abstruse sciences, who stands high in his college examination, and whose head teems more with the calculation of integrals than with the trifles of general conversation, lately received a visit from the Rev. Mr. SThe reverend gentleman found our mathematician poring over Locke on the Understanding, and had scarcely seated himself ere he was startled with, "Pray, sir, have you ever read Locke?"-"Yes, a little," was the reply." And do you think (continued the freshman), that Locke is correct where he says, that the greatest capacity can contain the most?"—" Assuredly."-" Well, then, sir, I have been thinking to myself (added the freshman, measuring the extent of his own as he surveyed the head of the reverend visitor), that my head contains more brains than your's."

"MY FATHER WAS PLUCKED BEFORE ME."

When a man loses his degree from a want of capacity or negligence, he is said, in collegiate colloquiality, to be plucked. A Cantab, who had qualified himself by keeping his terms, &c. was about to enter the Senate House, for the purpose of being examined for his degree of B. A. when, struck with dismay at the formidable arrangement of desks, &c. which met his view, he turned his back upon the whole, declining to be examined, and exclaiming, at the time," It will be no disgrace for me to lose my degree, for my father was plucked before me."

ELEGANT REPROOF.

Dr. Isaac Barrow remained faithful to the royal cause during the commonwealth; but, finding himself wholly neglected by the voluptuous and heedless Charles II., on his restoration, he reminded him of the services he had rendered him and the public, as a divine and loyalist, in the following distich:

"Te magis optabat rediturum, Carole, nemo;
Et nemo sensit te rediisse minus."

IN ENGLISH.

None more than I did restoration press;
And none, than I, oh Charles! have felt it less.

On the perusal of these lines, Charles was so struck with compunction, that he ordered the first vacant ecclesiasti

cal dignity to be conferred on Barrow; this was accordingly done, but it came too late in the day for Barrow to enjoy it. So true is the observation often made, that the Stuarts never rewarded their friends or punished their foes."

SOMNAMBULISM.

A fellow of a certain college in Cambridge 'one day fell asleep during the performance of divine service, and his busy imagination conveyed him to his own rooms. Occupied with an idea that his coal-dealer, who was chapel clerk, had overcharged him, he bawled out, "John N——, I wish you'd let me have my coals at the same price as other people have them!"

Dr.

REX HUJUS LOCI.

then head of a certain college in Cambridge, understanding from his spouse, who was a thrifty matron, and a crown unto a husband, that their Yorkshire servant, John, used too much candle in the stable, he sent for him, and inquired what he meant by it?— "Please, zur," said John, "You knaw as how oi uses things as niggardlike as pozzible. Howbeet, zur, won maun have a bit o' rushlight at noight, to see whon's way about the proimizes. "True, true, John,” said the doctor, who was remarkable for his urbanity; "true, but you overdo the thing." "How so, zur?" said John. "How so, fellow!" exclaimed the doctor, "How so! what d'ye mean by how-soing me over? You're insolent, fellow, very insolent. You use too much candle a

great deal, and are insolent into the bargain; don't you know, fellow, I'm king of this place?" If so be, zur," said John, "as how you be koing o' this place, perhaps your majesty will give me moy discharge?" It is needless to add Yorky was dismissed the service; and, when the circumstances came to be known, the learned doctor retained his regal appellation for many years.

THE RETORT CUTTING.

Bishops Sherlock and Hoadly were both freshmen of the same year, at Catherine Hall, Cambridge. The classical subject in which they were first lectured, was Tully's Offices, and it so happened, one morning, that Hoadly received a compliment from the tutor for the excellence of his construing. Sherlock, a little vexed at the preference shown to his rival (for such they then were), and, thinking to bore Hoadly by the remark, said, when they left the lecture-room, "Ben, you made good use of L'Estrange's translation to-day."-" Why, no, Tom," retorted Hoadly, "I did not, for I had not got one; and I forgot to borrow your's, which, I am told, is the only one in the college."

A MARVELLOUS HINT.

At a party of which the late Dr. Brand happened to make one, many stories were related by one of the gentlemen, for the entertainment of the company, of a most marvellous description. A pause occurring in the conversation, the doctor commenced by saying,-" Gén

tlemen, I will tell my tale. In a country village," continued the doctor," lived a butcher, who had the curiosity, one day, to view the adjacent country from the top of the village steeple, and, for that purpose, he was shown up by the clerk of the parish. Soon after they had reached the top, the bells began to ring, which caused the steeple to rock from one side to the other with such velocity, that the butcher, unable to bear the effect (which completely addled his brains), leaped from the top; but reflecting, on his way down, ofthe eminent risk he ran in alighting, he suddenly drew his knife from its sheath, stuck it in the wall, and there hung dangling by it, like a hat on a peg, till some persons, having obtained a ladder, lifted him down."-"That must be a lie!" exclaimed the person who had before amused the company so much.— And, pray, what have you been telling the whole evening?" said the doctor, Our gentleman was mum.

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COUPLET FOR COUPLET.

Dr. John Jegon, formerly Master of Benet, or Corpus Christi College, Cambridge, for some serious offence, fined all the undergraduates of his own college; and, instead of applying the money to any private use, as was the custom, he ordered that the college hall should be whitewashed with it: whereupon one of the students, a wag in his way, hung on the skreen the following couplet:

"Doctor John Jegon, of Benét College master,

Brake the scholars' heads, and gave the wall a plaster.", The doctor, passing through the hall next day, saw the