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parish where he lived; but this he garden, and busy workshops, and gang deemed to be out of his jurisdiction ; on of industrious lads, whose faces show one occasion, however, having committed clearly enough what would be their an offence within the school, the master employment if they were not there, is a punished him very severely, and with sight to do good to the hearts of the such effect as to produce an almost im- inhabitants. Indeed, if the question mediate change. The lad's improvement be regarded from an entirely financial was so marked, that the master felt point of view, and the expense of the justified in recommending him to a lady school be set against the expense of who wanted a servant-boy; he behaved prosecuting the boys and keeping them himself in the situation admirably for in gaol, I have no doubt that an industhree years, when he moved into a trial school far more than pays itself. family of distinction, in which he is now Yet, after all, the success turns very living as butler, and from which he much upon the master, as might be exwrites to the master with the feelings pected from the reason of the thing, and of a child to a father.

as any one would perceive, who visited No. 110 came from the National the Cambridge Industrial School, or School, to the great joy of the master of who examined the letters which I have the same, who said that he could do had before me while writing this paper, nothing with him, nor make anything and from which I have given a few exof him. However, he soon began to tracts. It is the combination of extreme improve, and was taken out by Arch- kindness of heart, and true Christian deacon Mackenzie, a warm friend of the devotion to a great work, with a clear school and member of its committee, to head and iron determination to be Natàl, where he is still, and bears an obeyed, that can alone ensure success. excellent character.

It is manifest from their own letters, This list might be easily extended ; that every one of the boys, whose cases but it is already long enough for its I have chronicled above, look upon the purpose. It does not prove that an in- master as their father, and upon the dustrial school is sufficient to reform all school as the home of their best feel. the juvenile population of a large town, ings. The same sentiment has ever but it certainly shows that it may be the pervaded the school. Poor lads ! many means of doing great good, and that of them never knew much of parental many a poor lad may be lifted by its kindness and of home affections, until agency from misery and criminality. they found these blessed influences Nor is it a very expensive piece of there. What is to be done, said I one machinery : the only expensive part of day to an Inspector of Schools, who was the business is the supply of dinners to bemoaning the depravity of much of the the boys, and, in the most extravagant juvenile population in his district, times, I believe, the price of a dinner what is to be done to bring about an has never mounted up to twopence, improvement? We must find a number while it has generally been much less : of men, was the answer, like the master and the appearance of the school on the of your Industrial School. outskirts of the town, with its neat

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THE CAMBRIDGE UNIVERSITY BOAT OF 1860.

BY G. O. TREVELYAN, TRINITY COLLEGE, CAMBRIDGE.

IN accordance with a custom established for some years past, the following lines were written, by request, before the event of the contest. Whether they had a Tyrtæan effect may be doubted: their prophetic attributes cannot be denied. The allusions are of a local nature, but the general interest excited by the race may justify their insertion. It may be well to remind our readers of the names of the oarsmen, and their position in the boat.

1. S. HEATHCOTE, Trinity.
2. H. J. CHAYTOR, Jesus.
3. D. INGLES, Trinity.
4. J. S. BLAKE, Corpus.
5. M. COVENTRY, Trinity Hall.

6. B. N. CHERRY, Clare.
7. A. H. FAIRBAIRN, Trinity.
8. J. Hall, Magdalene.
J. T. MORLAND, Trinity,

Coxswain.

Some twenty years back, o'er his nectar one day,
King Jove to the gods in Olympus did say :-
Degenerate mortals, it must be confessed,
Grow smaller each year round the arm and the chest.
Not ten modern navvies together could swing
The stone that great Ajax unaided did fling.
They may talk of their Heenan, and Paddock, and Nat:
I'll bet that old Milo, though puffy and fat,
Would thrash the whole ring, should they come within range,
From slashing Tom Sayers to sneaking Bill Bainge.
I've determined, as plain as the staff of a pike,
To show to the world what a man should be like.
Go fetch me some clay: no, not that common stuff,
But the very best meerschaum—and fetch me enough.
I'll make eight hearty fellows, all muscle and bone,
Their average weight shall be hard on twelve stone;
With shoulders so broad, and with arms so well hung,
So lithe in the loins, and so sound in the lung;
And because I love Cambridge, my purpose is fixed, I
-Will make them her crew in the year eighteen sixty."

Stand by me, dear reader, and list to my song,
As our boat round Plough-corner comes sweeping along.
I'll point out each hero, and tell you his name,
His college, his school, and his titles to fame.
No fear of a crowd ; towards the end of the course
They have left all behind but a handful of horse.
To keep at their side on the gods you must call
For the wind of a tutor of Trinity Hall.

One stroke, and they're on us. Quick! Left face and double !
Look hard at the bow; he is well worth the trouble.

'Tis Heathcote, the pride of First Trinity Club,
The boast of our eight, and the tale of our tub.
No Oxonian so gay but will tremble and wince
As he watches the oar of our gallant Black Prince.

Who can think on that morn without sorrow and pain
When valour proved futile, and skill was in vain ?
As they watched the light jerseys all swimming about,
The nymphs of the Thames, with a splash and a shout,
Cried, “Thanks to rude Boreas, who, wishing to please us,
Has sent to our arms Harry Chaytor of Jesus.”

Next comes David Ingles, and long may he live,
Adorned with each laurel our river can give.
Had the Jews seen our David but once on the throne,
They would not have thought quite so much of their own.
Deign then to accept this my humble petition,
And make me your chief and your only musician :
And so, when you've passed, as you will do with ease,
I'll sing you, my David, a Song of Degrees.

Oh, blame not the bard if at thought of his section
The blood in his temples with vanity tingles :
Who would not dare deeds worth a world's recollection
With a sergeant like Heathcote, a corporal like Ingles.

Old Admiral Blake, as from heaven he looks down, Bawls out to his messmates—“You lubberly sinners, Three cheers for my namesake! I'll bet you a crown He'll thrash the Oxonians as I thrashed the Mynheers.”

Here's Coventry next, but not Patmore, no, no!
Not an “angel” at all, but a devil to row.
Should Louis Napoleon next August steam over,
With scarlet-breeched Zouaves, from Cherbourg to Dover,
We'll send him to Coventry : won't he look blue,
And wish he was back with his wife at St. Cloud ?

A problem concerning the man who rows six,
Puts many high wranglers quite into a fix :
James Stirling himself, as he candidly owns,
Can't conceive how a Cherry can have thirteen stones.

But oh for the tongue of a Dizzy or Cairns,
Thou fairest and strongest of Trinity's bairns,
To tell how your fellow-collegians in vain.
Of the veal and the Peter-house pudding complain,
Of the greasy old waiters, and rotten old corks,
And the horrors that lurk 'twixt the prongs of the forks.
Men point to your muscles, and sinews, and thews, sir,
The wonder and envy of many a bruiser ;
And say that our grumbling exceeds all belief,
So well have you thriven on Trinity beef.

But how shall I worthily celebrate you,
The hope of our colours, the joy of our crew ?
Shall I sing of your pluck, or the swing of your back,
Or your fierce slashing spurt, most redoubtable Jack ?
The world never saw such a captain and cargo
Since Jason pulled stroke in the good ship the Argo.
And oh, when you pass to the mansions above,
Look down on your Cambridge with pity and love !

Then, on some future day of disaster and woe,
When the wash surges high, and our fortunes are low,
When Oxford is rowing three feet to our two,
And victory frowns on the flag of light blue,
Oh, then may our captain in agony call
On the 'varsity's guardian angel, Jack Hall !

You may search the whole coast from Land's End to North Foreland,
But where will you find such a steersman as Morland ?
Just look at him peering, as sharp as a rat,
From under his rum little shaggy black hat.
Let all honest Cambridge men fervently pray
That our pet Harrow coxswain, for once in a way,
Though as valiant a sergeant as any we know,
On Saturday next may show back to the foe.

So at night, when the wine-cups all mantling are seen
(Whatever the mantling of wine-cups may mean),
With your temper at ease, and your muscles unstrung,
And your limbs 'neath the table right carelessly flung,
As you press to your lips the beloved nut-brown clay,
So cruelly widowed for many a day :
Oh, then as one man may the company rise,
With joy in their hearts, and with fire in their eyes,
Pour out as much punch as would set her afloat,
And drink long and deep to our conquering boat !

March 24th, 1860.

LOCH-NA-DIOMHAIR_THE LAKE OF THE SECRET.

A HIGHLAND FLIGHT.

BY GEORGE CUPPLE S.

HOW WE SET OUT FOR IT—ICKERSON

AND I. Down on the little rustic landing-pier before Inversneyd Hotel, by LochLomond edge, my friend Ickerson and I had sought a few minutes' breathingtime for private consultation in an unexpected dilemma ; which, however absurd, was real. Ere many more minutes elapsed, our present refuge would be taken from us ; though at that instant it was the sole spot, round the noisy falls made classical by Wordsworth, and the noisier place of entertainment for tourists, where we could hope to hear each other, or arrange our

necessary plans of departure. A sudden occurrence had just rendered that departure indispensable, nay, required that it should be immediate; if possible, without even the delay we now made ; above all, without so much as re-entering the door of the hotel. Yet not only was our modest bill to be settled, and the few travelling encumbrances of one of us to be regained from the lobby-table; we had also to consider our first steps of escape, the most critical of all, and for a brief space to deliberate as to the precise track that must be taken, by now recurring to our only clue in the matter. This clue was to be found in the letter of our mutual friend, Moir from London, whom we were to join at a certain spot which he thus indicated and described: the scent. After which, all is of course the letter was fortunately in my posses- lost!” sion still, and over it were we here Horrible! True. Very disagreeholding council. On Ickerson's part able and awkward, I must say,” rewith the help of “a few post-jentacular sponded my friend ; for once lowering inhalations," as he in his colossal manner that censer-like appurtenance of his, with was pleased to phrase it, “ from that one of his least phlegmatic or profragrant weed which so propitiates vokingly-placid expressions of counteclearness of thought, and tends to pro- nance. “For really, after all Dr. Blythe's mote equanimity in action.” For me, own openness and manifest inclination I was too conscious of the energy our to our society, we did leave him somesituation demanded, to share any such what abruptly, perhaps, at the Trosachs indulgence. The action, not the equa- yesterday forenoon; without making nimity, was what our peculiar circum- him aware, either, of the intention, stances then required. As the prompt which, by the way, my dear Brown," cigar to the contemplative meerschaum, remarked Ickerson gravely, “I did not so were we to each other.

know till you stated it just before. “ To think,” broke out my companion, Much less, that Moir had described his meditatively, "that he should have taken whereabouts to you." the same direction as ourselves—joining A mild reproach was designed, but I these snobbish pedestrians, too, at such affected unconsciousness of it; not even an early hour—and without Mrs. Blythe smiling as I echoed this remorseful and the other ladies, whom—”.

strain. “The worst of it was," I re“Whom, you may depend upon it,” minded him, “it might seem a base I interrupted with impatience, “the advantage to take, that we walked off on a droskies from the Trosachs Inn will Sabbath afternoon, when the doctor and bring up behind him, in ten minutes his family were absent at kirk, as bemore, luggage and all. Then, do you see came his public character and standing. that smoke yonder, through the haze on I do not understand a Gaelic service, the water ?” I pointed emphatically however orthodox my turn of mind, down the lake. “That is the first whereas you, you know, though sussteamer from Balloch, of course, which pected of latitudinarian views, are quite will soon pour on this spot a whole mob familiar with the tongue.” At this from Glasgow-yes, Glasgow," repeated home-thrust, again did Ickerson wince : I, significantly eyeing my friend. “I he looked uncomfortably over his now see it all! He expected Glasgow shoulder to the Inversneyd Hotel, where friends, don't you recollect? He ex- our learned fellow-citizen and late innpected one in particular-have you mate at the Trosachs was despatching forgot whom?And it was evident, breakfast, all unconscious of our abject despite Ickerson's wished-for equanimity vicinity to him : then in front, toward (strictly speaking, a disposition to im- the growing vapour which brought promptitude in cases of action), that he M'Killop, he gazed with a dismay far began to shudder; while my own un- more apparent. easiness did not prevent me from push- The truth was, I had felt doubtful ing the advantage thus obtained over up to the last moment of Ickerson. his too lethargic nature. “Yes ; it was Happily, Sundays do fall amongst the M'Killop, whom he must have come Trosachs, and after unintentionally enon to meet, and to concert with as to countering the Blythe party there, we choice of summer quarters. The moment had availed ourselves without much conthe steamer's paddles are heard, he'll sideration of that circumstance, together be down to welcome him—MKillop with our needing no vehicles, to take far will see us at once, even if Trellington more than the proper seventh-day's Blythe should not-both will recog- journey in advance of our estimable nise us—both be surprised—both be on acquaintance. I myself had inferred,

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