At the spirited Latin watchword, our Cantabs commenced a chorus, "_Omne simul, omne simul_," etc, etc, which Tyd himself had set to an old Welsh tune of the Bardic days. The effect was thrilling--the coxswain, both sonorously and with a correct ear, singing, "_Omne simul, omne simul_," and beating time with his feet against the stretcher, while the rowers, arms and lungs and all, pulled and chorused sympathetically. This sport lasted about half an hour, and then the question was again mooted, "What name shall we give to the boat?" Green, the steersman, put the question: "Those who vote for the Rose will say ay--three ays; those who vote for the Shamrock--one; those who vote for the Leek--one." "The ays have it." Three triumphant cheers for the majority. The freshman, quite cockahoop at the victory gained over Ap Tydvill and O'Mackerry, ventured to ask the Welshman "how it happened that a leek became the national emblem of Wales?" He readily answered, "When my country was able to lick (query: leek) your country,--I don't include yours, O'Mackerry,--one of our jolly old princes having gained a great victory over one of your Saxon leaders and his army, took up a _chive_, which he found growing somewhere near the Wye, and said, `We'll wear this henceforward as a memorial of this victory.'" "Pooh, pooh," said the coxswain; "the true version is this. Once upon a time, Wales was so infested with monkeys that the natives were obliged to ask the English to lend them a hand in destroying them. The English generously came to their assistance; but not perceiving any distinction between the Welsh and the monkeys, they killed a great number of the former, by mistake of course; so, in order to distinguish them, clearly, they requested that the Welshmen would stick a leek in their bonnets." A running fire (though on water) commenced against poor Monsieur Du Leek--as the bantering youngsters, with profound bows and affected gravity, chose to name Ap Tydvill--of pedigree immeasurable. However, he recovered his serenity, after an explosion of wrath somewhat dangerous for a moment; and, on the free trade principle, began to quiz some one else. "Mack," said he, "do you remember the ducking you got _there_, among the _arundines Cami_?" pointing to a deep sedgy part of the river. "I do; and I had, indeed, a narrow escape from drowning, or rather from being suffocated in the deep sludgy mud." "How was it?" one of the others asked. "I was poling a punt along the bank, looking for waterfowl to have a shot, you know, and I pulled myself into the river!" "You mean, Paddy," said Mr Tydvill, "that you pulled yourself out of the river." "No; I mean what I say; there is no blunder for you to grin at. I stuck the pole so firmly into the deep mud, that I could not pull it out; but it pulled me in." "Why didn't you let go at once?" "I hadn't time to think of that; instinctively I grasped the pole, lost my balance, and tumbled into the river."