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STERNE

Was bred at Jesus College, Cambridge, where it is said he studied very little, laughed a great deal, and was particularly fond of puzzling his tutors. He left Cambridge with the character of being singular, without guile, and possessed of considerable talents whenever he thought proper to use them. The following is a tale told by himself:-"I happened," said he, "to be acquainted with a young man who had been bound apprentice to a stationer in Yorkshire; he had just then finished his time, set up in London, and rented a window in one of the flagged alleys in the city. I hired one of the panes of glass from my friend, and stuck upon it, with a wafer, the following

"ADVERTISEMENT.

666 'Epigrams, Anagrams, Paragrams, Chronograms, Monograms, Epitaphs, Epithilamiums, Prologues, Epilogues, Madrigals, Interludes, Advertisements, Letters, Petitions, Memorials on every occasion, Essays on all subjects, Pamphlets for or against Ministry, with Sermons upon any Text, or for any Sect, to be written here on reasonable terms, by A. B. PHILOLoger.

"The uncommonness of the titles occasioned numerous applications; and at length I used privately to glide into my office to digest the notes or heads of the day, and to receive the earnings, which were always directed to be left with the memorandums; the writing to be paid for on delivery, according to the subject. The ocean of vice and folly," says Sterne, "that opened itself to my view during the time continued this odd department of

my life, shocked and disgusted me so much, that the very moment I realized a small sum, and discharged the rent of my pane, I closed the horrid scene.”

THE FOX.

A student of St. John's College, who was remarkable for his larks and eccentricities, during the time he was dining in hall, called to a bon-vivant at another table, to say, "that he had got a fine for in his rooms, for him!" This being overheard by the marker, who was a kind of mongrel fetch-and-carry to a certain dean, and who understood the student in a literal sense, he took an early opportunity to inform the dean of the circumstance. The student was very soon summoned before the master and seniors, for what he knew not; however, on entering, he was informed, "they had learned he kept a fox in his rooms a thing not to be tolerated by the college." "It is very true," replied the accused; "I have a bust of CHARLES JAMES Fox, at your service!"

DEFINITION OF A FELLOWSHIP

Through an avenue of trees, at the back of Trinity College, a church may be seen at a considerable distance, the approach to which affords no very pleasing scenery. The late Professor Porson, on a time, walking that way with a friend, and observing the church, remarked, "That it put him in mind of a fellowship, which was a long dreary walk, with a church at the end of it."

"I CAN GET THROUGH."

In the cloisters of Trinity College, beneath the library, are grated windows, through which many of the students have occasionally, after the gates were locked, taken the liberty of passing, without an exeat, in rather a novel style. It so happened that, as a certain Cantab was in the act of drawing himself through the bars, he being more than an ordinary mortal's bulk, he stuck fast; and, whilst he was in this dilemma, one of the fellows of the college was passing by, who, stepping up to the student, asked him, in rather an ironical tone, "if he should assist him?" "Thank you," was the reply, "I can get through!" At the same instant he drew himself on the outside.

FAWKES.

Francis, an ingenious poet and divine, was educated at Jesus College, where he took his degrees in arts. He obtained the united vicarages of Orpington and St. Mary Cray, in Kent. He has jocosely related the stratagem he employed to acquire these livings. Dr. Herring was then Archbishop of Canterbury, and Mr. Fawkes, having written a few miscellaneous subjects, committed them to the press, and published them. He made choice of the archbishop for his patron, and prefixed to his poetical labours a dedication to that prelate. Pleased with the compositions of the young poetical divine, his grace honoured him with a general invitation to his table, and added, "the oftener I see you, I shall be more obliged to you." "I took him at his word," says Fawkes, "and

engaged lodgings at Lambeth, and dined with his lordship every day, for upwards of three-quarters of a year. During that time, however, many hints were given me, that my visits were too frequent; but I never thought proper to understand them, the archbishop's general and unqualified promise being a sufficient warrant for my presence. In a word, I stuck so close to him, and persecuted him so much with my company, that he gave me the livings merely to get rid of me."

BEN JONSON,

When the archbishop of York sent him from his table an excellent dish of fish, but without drink, said—

"In a dish came fish

From the arch-bis

Hop was not there,

Because there was no beer."

SMART'S SAYING OF GRAY.

Those who remember Mr. Gray when at the University of Cambridge, where he resided the greater part of his life, will recollect that he was a little prim fastidious man, distinguished by a short shuffling step. He commonly held up his gown behind with one of his hands, at the same time cocking up his chin, and perking up his nose. Christopher Smart, who was contemporary with him at Pembroke Hall, used to say that 66 Gray walked as if he had fouled his small-clothes, and looked as if he smelt it."

BALLAD-SINGING.

Dr. Richard Corbet, Bishop of Norwich, was a great humourist in his words and actions. "After he was D. D." says Aubrey, "he sang ballads at the Crosse at Abingdon. On a market-day, he and some of his companions were at the taverne by the Crosse (which by the way was one of the finest in England). A ballad-singer complained that he had no custome; he could not put off his ballads. The jolly doctor puts off his gowne and puts on the ballad-singer's leathern jacket, and, being a handsome man, and having a rare full voice, he presently vended a great manye, and had a great audience."

RIDING HIS OWN HORSE.

There was a society established at Cambridge, in the year 1757, by the Wranglers, when Dr. Waring was senior, and Mr. Jebb second, called "The Hyson Club." The members were accustomed to meet for the purpose of drinking tea, and holding rational conversation. Several of the highest characters in the university were already enrolled amongst its members, when Doctor, then Mr. Paley, became an associate, soon after his eṣtablishment in the tuition of Christ College. No particular subjectsof discussion were proposed at their meetings, but accident, or the taste of the individuals, naturally led to topics, in which literary men might fairly unbend themselves from severer pursuits. on the justice and expediency of making some alteration in the ecclesiastical constitution of this country, for the

In a debate, one evening,

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