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The bad behavior of the undergraduates in the gallcry on these occasions ia famous. I was present at two coramemorations, and can testify to the power of lung and the great good humor, and animal spirits of the British youths. At the last commemoration they kept up an incessant howl from the beginning to the end. I cannot say much for the wit, though, I believe, they do sometimes hit upon something worth recording. It is said that when Tennyson presented himself in hia usually uncombed condition some undergraduate asked him, " Did your mother cali you early, Mr. Tennyson ?" When Longfellow was made D. CL., another proposed, "Three Chcers for the red man of the West," which, I am told, Mr. Longfellow thought very good. But, of course, wit and originality are just as rare among yelling boys as in synods and parliaments. The scant wit ia supplemented by the more widely diffused qualities of impudence and vocal volume. When the Vice-Chancellor, Dr. . Liddell, of Liddell & Soott'a Dictionary (the accent of his name, by the way, is not upon the last syllable), was reading a Latin address, some one would cali out " Now construe." A man who violated thecanons of dressby appearingin a white coat was fairly stormed out of the place. He stood it tor an hour or so, during which he was addressed : " Take off that coat, sir." " Go out, air." " Wan't you go at once ?" " Ladies, request him to leave." "Doctor Brown, won't you put that man out 't" (Then in a conversational and moderato tone), " Just put your hand upon his shoulder and lead him out." After an hour of it the man withdrew. Kaeh successive group of ladies was cheered as it came in. The young men would exclaitn : " Three cheers for the ladies in blue." " Three cheers for the ladies in white, brown, red, gray, etc." The poor fellows who read the priza odes and essays were dreadfully bullied. One young man recited an English poem, of which I could not catch tho burden, but from the manner of its delivery I should say that it must have been upon the saddest subject that ever engaged the muso of mortal. His physiognoiny and his tone of voice alike expressed the dismal and the disconsolate. I think that possibly the extreme sadness of his manner may have been induced by the reception rather than the matter of his poem. They cat-called, hooted him, and laughed immeasurably at him. One young gentleman with an eyeglass leaned over the gallery, and in a colloquial tone inquired, " My l'riend, is that the refrain tbat hastened the decease of the oíd cow 't" In the intervals of the horrible hootings, I could only now and then catch a word like " breeze" or " trees." By and by the galleries caught the swing of the poet's measure, and kept time to his cadencies with their feet, and with a rythmical roar with their feet, and with a rythmical roar of their voices. It was too painful to laugh at. One feit so for the poor fellow, and more still for his mother and sisters, who, I am sure, were there. I was particularly glad to notice among the men who last year were compelled to face the music, a man who the year before had been especially energetic in the galleries.


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