We juniors, who happened to be present, were much pleased with the application. Soon after, being in the Doctor's company, I mentioned how much we were entertained with the whole scene, particularly with the close: he smiled, and said, 'It is Warburton's,' where I soon after found it." * * * * * EPIGRAM On a Cambridge beauty, daughter of an Alderman, made by the Rev. Hans De Veil, son of Sir Thomas de Veil, and a Cantab:-- "Is Molly Fowle immortal?--No. Yes, but she is--I'll prove her so: She's fifteen now, and was, I know, Fifteen full fifteen years ago." * * * * * NOVEL REVENGE. Sir John Heathcote, a Cantab, and lessee of Lincoln church, being refused a renewal of the same on his own terms, by the Prebend, Dr. Cobden, of St. John's College, Cambridge, upon accepting the Prebend's terms, appointed his late Majesty, then Prince of Wales, to be one of the lives included in the lease, observing, "I will nominate one for whom the dog shall be obliged to pray in the daytime, wishing him dead at night." * * * * * THEY TAKE THEM AS THEY COME. A person might very well conclude, from the observations of the enemies of our English Universities, that the governors of them had the power of selecting the youth who are to graduate at them, or that, of necessity, all men bred at either Oxford or Cambridge ought to be alike distinguished for superior virtue and forbearance, great learning, and great talents. They forget, that they must _take them as they come_, like the boy in the anecdote. "So you are picking them out, my lad," said a Cantab to a youth, scratching his head in the street. "No," said the arch-rogue, "I takes 'em as they come." Just so do the authorities at Oxford and Cambridge. I knew a son of Granta, and eke, too, THE DARLING SON OF HIS MOTHER, Whose mind, at twenty, was a chaos, and must from his birth have been, not as Locke would have supposed, a sheet of white paper, ready to receive impressions, but one smeared and useless. Yet Solomon in all his glory was not half so wise as was this scion in his mother's opinion. She, therefore, brought him to Cambridge, and having introduced him to the amiable tutor of St. John's College, smirkingly asked him, "If he thought her _darling_ would be _senior wrangler_?" "I don't know, madam," was his reply, in his short quick manner of speaking, pulling up a certain portion of his dress, in the wearing of which he resembled Sir Charles Wetherell, "I don't know, madam; that remains to be seen." Poor fellow, he never could get a degree, nor (after having been removed from Cambridge to the _Politechnique School_ at Paris, for a year or two) could he ever get over the _Pons Asinorum_ (as we Cantabs term the fifth proposition of the first book of Euclid.) Another MISCALCULATING MAMMA,