In Residence

PRINCIPALLY REMIGIAL IT is the duty of a righteous editor, when May Term comes, to take his pen and spread it o’er the surface of his paper in inditing what we consider the best kind of writing, a leader to congratulate our crews or comment on their conduct should they lose, to mention how we won (or lost) the sports, and how we battled in the Racquet- Courts. Another column will refer to Fletcher, and technicalities of thwart and stretcher, and how the wind— I almost might have written this article within the groves of Ditton before the race was won (so easy is it scenes to describe without an actual visit to the stern waters of the Thames at Hammersmith or at Mortlake). In the noblest grammar, with hardly any words really misspelt at all, I could describe how neither coxswain felt at all nervous a quarter of an hour before the race ; how both the crews felt sure that they would score the race, how Oxford drew away at Chiswick Eyot amid a most extraordinary spate of pocket-handkerchiefs waved wildly ; how Cambridge crept up with wave-dividing prow with even louder cheers; my sex forbids I should describe how seven’s stretcher skids; but, generously giving up his briar, Bow (who sits next him) with unwonted fire holds it in place with his divine white ivories; how stroke increased to 50, which is high—very! Six (who’s a villain) sees upon a E 63