Is deserving a place in our treasury. He one day asked his learned college contemporary, Dr. John Taylor, editor of Demosthenes, "why he talked of selling his horse?" "Because," replied the doctor, "I cannot afford to keep him in these _hard times_." "You should keep a _mare_," rejoined Foster, "according to Horace-- 'Æquam memento rebus in arduis Servare.'" * * * * * A TRAIT OF BARROW. Soon after that great, good, and loyal son of Granta, Dr. Isaac Barrow, was made a prebend of Salisbury, says Dr. Pope, "I overheard him say, '_I wish I had five hundred pounds_.' 'That's a large sum for a philosopher,' observed Dr. Pope; 'what would you do with so much?' 'I would,' said he, 'give it to my sister for a portion, that would procure her _a good husband_.' A few months after," adds his memorialist, "he was made happy by receiving the above sum," which he so much desired, "for putting a _new life_ into the _corps_ of his new prebend." * * * * * INVETERATE SMOKERS. Both Oxford and Cambridge have been famous for inveterate smokers. Amongst them was the learned Dr. Isaac Barrow, who said "it helped his thinking." His illustrious pupil, NEWTON, was scarcely less addicted to the "Indian weed," and every body has heard of his _hapless courtship_, when, in a moment of forgetfulness, he popped the lady's finger into his burning pipe, instead of _popping the question_, and was so chagrined, that he never could be persuaded to press the matter further. Dr. Parr was allowed his pipe when he dined with the _first gentleman in Europe_, George the Fourth, and when refused the same indulgence by a lady at whose house he was staying, he told her, "she was the greatest _tobacco-stopper_ he had ever met with." The celebrated Dr. Farmer, of _black-letter_ memory, preferred the comforts of the parlour of Emmanuel College, of which he was master, and a "_yard of clay_" (there were no _hookahs_ in his day,) to a bishopric, which dignity he twice refused, when offered to him by Mr. Pitt. Another learned LOVER OF TOBACCO, And eke of wit, mirth, puns, and pleasantry, was the famous Dr. Aldrich, Dean of Christ Church, Oxford, the never-to-be-forgotten composer of the good old catch-- "Hark, the merry Christ-Church bells," and of another to be _sung by four men smoking their pipes_, which is not more difficult to sing than diverting to hear. His pipe was his breakfast, dinner, and supper, and a student of Christ Church, at 10 o'clock one night, finding it difficult to persuade a "freshman" of the fact, laid him A WAGER, That the Dean was at that instant smoking. Away he hurried to the deanery to decide the controversy, and on gaining admission, apologised for his intrusion by relating the occasion of it. "Well," replied the Dean, in perfect good humour, with his pipe in his hand, "you see you have lost your wager: for I am not smoking, but filling my pipe."