Whose very name conjures up the spirits of ten thousand wits, holding both sides, over a copus of Trinity ale and a classical pun, would not only frequently "steal a few hours from the night," but see out both lights and liquids, and seem none the worse for the carouse. He had one night risen for the purpose of reaching his hat from a peg to depart, after having finished the port, sherry, gin-store, &c., when he espied a can of _beer_, says Dyer, (surely it must have been _audit_,) in a corner. Restoring his hat to its resting place, he reseated himself with the following happy travestie of the old nursery lines-- "When wine is gone, and ale is spent, Then small beer is most excellent." It was no uncommon thing for his _gyp_ to enter his room with Phoebus, and find him still _en robe_, with no other companions but a Homer, Æschylus, Plato, and a dozen or two other old Grecians surrounding an empty bottle, or what his late Royal Highness the Duke of York would have styled "a marine," _id est_ "a good fellow, who had done his duty, and was ready to do it again." Upon his _gyp_ once peeping in before day light, and finding him still up, Porson answered his "_quod petis?_" (whether he wanted _candles_ or _liquor_,) with [Greek: ou tode oud' allo.] Scotticè--neither _Toddy_ nor _Tallow_. At another time, when asked what he would drink? he replied?--"_aliquid_" (a liquid.) He was once BOASTING AT A CAMBRIDGE PARTY, That he could pun upon anything, when he was challenged to do so upon the _Latin Gerunds_, and exclaimed, after a pause-- "When Dido found Æneas would not come. She mourned in silence, and was _Di-do-dum(b)_." BISHOP HEBER'S COLLEGE PUNS. The late amiable, learned, and pious Bishop Heber was not above a pun in his day, notwithstanding Dr. Johnson's _anathema_, that a man who made a pun would pick a pocket. Among the _jeux des mots_ attributed to him are the following: he was one day dining with an Oxford party, comprises the élite of his day, and when the servant was in the act of removing the table-cloth from off the green table-covering, at the end of their meal, he exclaimed, in the words of Horace-- "Diffugere nives: redeunt jam gramina campis." At another time he made one of a party of Oxonians, amongst whom was a gentleman of great rotundity of person, on which account he had acquired the _soubriquet_ of 'heavy-a--se;' and he was withal of very _somniferous_ habits, frequently dozing in the midst of a conversation that would have made the very glasses tingle with delight. He had fallen fast asleep during the time a mirth-moving subject was recited by one of the party, but woke up just at the close, when all save himself were "shaking fat sides," and on his begging to know the subject of their laughter, HEBER let fly at him in pure Horatian-- "Exsomnis stupet Evias." The mirth-loving Dr. Barnard, late Provost of Eton, was cotemporary, at Cambridge, with A WORTHY OF THE SAME SCHOOL,