in Scripture? replied, "Og, king of Basan ;" and being interrogated why, answered, "because his mercy endureth for ever." Another, being required to name the situation of Jerusalem, said, that "he had paid no attention to the localities." being asked again, What sect among the Jews corresponded with the Epicureans? he replied, "the apostles :" it being demanded, Who was the founder? he returned for answer, "Nicodemus." The answer confident, for want of sufficient nerve, rarely practised at Cambridge: one successful instance, however, is upon record. M-, of Pembroke, being asked, by what rule xa yt appeared in a passage of Thucydides, instead of a alone, replied immediately, "by Dawe's second Canon;" by which shot he effectually floored the examiner, who determined to risk no fresh encounter with so formidable a scholar. I shall find an occasion, in a subsequent letter, to resume this very interesting topic, which I shall illustrate by some novel and ingenious answers. For the present, I conclude a letter, which has run into much greater length than I had anticipated, with a brief summary of the general characteristics by which it may be known who is likely to obtain the distinction of Pluck. He that hath no friends, he that hath many friends; he that liketh good eating; he that liketh good drinking; he that goeth to Newmarket; he that patronises Salmon (not the fish, but the tobacconist); he that lounges at the Union; he that smoketh after breakfast; he that drinketh ale; he that sculleth; he that pulleth; he that courseth; he that hunteth; he that getteth up his Littlego out of literal translations; he that hateth Euclid; he that loveth New Zealand; he that wandereth in the Tennis Court Road after nine; he that hath much money, he that hath no money; he that writes for the Chancellor's medal; he that reads for a scholarship; he that subscribes to Stevenson's, and puts his name down for The Devoted; he that readeth many books, he that readeth few books, he that readeth no books; he that wears a club waistcoat; he that shines at the

Quinquagint; he that reads FRASER'S MAGAZINE (because he that readeth one Number will be impelled to read* another, until he shall have got by heart every volume); he that loveth L. E. L.; he that dances at Huntingdon; he that drinks Cambridge wine; he that rejoices in Copus; he that cuts chapel; he that writeth not his own declamations; he that reads Croker's Boswell; he that writes love-letters; he that goes to Italy in the long vacation; he that wines with his tutor, he that does not wine with his tutor, the first because he is puffed up, the second because he is cast down; he that wears a pea-jacket; he that wears a glass; he that knoweth many pretty girls; he that knoweth one pretty girl; he that dineth at home; he that suppeth out; he who breakfasts at eleven; he who doth not cap the master; he that hath an easy chair; he who keepeth bottled stout in his cupboard; he that hath a black cane with a silver top; he that hath more than two pairs of gloves; he that hath no gloves, for such an one is regardless of propriety; he that hath seven pairs of top-boots; he that bath a bull-dog; he that goes snipe-shooting; he that driveth to Bury; he that playeth cricket; he that eateth much before examination, he that eateth too little, he that eateth nothing; he that keeps a love-letter in his pocket, he that expects one by the post; he that lieth upon a sofa, reading "Job Pippins," with a German pipe in his mouth; he that carrieth a pipe in his pocket; he that readeth with his feet upon the hobs; he that never sports his door; he that often sports his door; he that always sizes in hall; he that never goes to morning chapel; he that cometh up from Westminster; he that acteth Othello at the new theatre, he that acteth Desdemona, he that taketh the tickets; he that drinketh out of a fox's head; he that speaks at the Pitt Club; he that always intends to read tomorrow; he that talks with Dudu and Don Juan at lectures; finally, he that does not admire this summary.

In my next letter, I shall give you some very interesting extracts from the private journals of the New Zealand chieftain, whose recent visit to

to prevent accidents!

The foregoing paper has drawn our attention to a book just published under the title of Conversations at Cambridge, in which a number of topics, critical, historical, and philosophical, are skilfully introduced, and tastefully discussed, in reference to names of imperishable renown to be found on the muster-roll of the university. Chaucer, Erasmus, Bacon, Ridley, Cromwell, Milton, Spenser, Sir Philip Sidney, Beaumont, Dryden, Shenstone, Mason, Cowley, Gray, Newton, Herschell, Coleridge, and Kirke White, furnish, each in his turn, an opportunity to the intelligent writer of imparting to his readers his own refined and exquisite appreciation of their individual merits and characteristics, through the wide range of poetry, science, divinity, and politics, necessarily included in that varied nomenclature. There is much anecdote interspersed, and many valuable details of biographic interest, collected from local sources to which the author must have enjoyed unlimited access, and which he has pleasantly interwoven into the web of his dialogues.

The conversational form, which he has adopted as the vehicle for conveying so much discursive information, presented many difficulties, which it required considerable tact and ability to overcome. Many works composed after this interlocutory method, notwithstanding the intrinsic recommendations of the subject, often prove intolerably dull and tedious on perusal. What, then, must they be, when the intrinsic matter is a perfect zero; as, for example, in a late performance of soporific memory, yclept, Conversations with an ambitious Student in ill health, which has been deservedly flung into

each page of scholarly and intellectual dialogue to the very last, and has given a striking exemplification of the shepherd's axiom in the Eclogue,

"Alternis dicemus, amant alterna
Camana."

There are to be found throughout the volumes some hitherto unpublished poetical fragments of a very superior class; some imitations of Victor Hugo's ballads, by Praed; and some choice specimens of Babbletongue Macauley's juvenile oratory at a spouting-club, called the "Union." These latter affairs are, of course, florid and elaborate enough there is no want of tropes and sophistry. We can readily fancy the babbler, in another hemisphere, laughing heartily, as well at these as at his equally enlightened effusions on reform they answered his purpose right well. He probably finds a lac of rupees can compensate for a lack of logic and honesty; and that even rhetorical figures are not half so amusing as Arabic ones, nor half so capable of skilful combinations for the purposes of Whiggery.

Ned Bulwer, of Acton Priory, and of the Albany, is also introduced (p. 145), with an appropriate quotation from his "new Phædo" (fi done!), to the following effect:

A. "When we were at Cambridge together, do you remember, &c. ?” B. " Aye; they thought us very poor souls."

We give the Cambridge lads much credit for early seeing into the psychological poverty of a literary Lazarus. He has continued, in sooth, a "poor soul" to the present day-a veritable pauvre d'esprit, though not of the sort alluded to in the beatitudes.

We cordially concur in the writer's remonstrance to Professor Sedgwick on the peculiar point mooted at the close of the work. There prevails, in truth, at Cambridge, a very fallacious notion with regard to the value of mathematics, considered as a study ancillary to mental developement; and the consequence is an undue bias in favour of such arid pursuits, to the detriment and depression of classic attainments. Science (as it is exclusively called) is made to clog the progress of the classic scholar; while, by ། ·ཞq the "scientific"