Is contained in Antony Wood's "angry account" of the alterations made in Merton College, of which he was a fellow, during the wardenship of Sir Thomas Clayton, whose lady, says Wood, "did put the college to unnecessary charges and very frivolous expenses, among which were a very large looking-glass, for her to see her ugly face, and body to the middle, * * * * * which was brought in Hilary terme, 1674, and cost, as the bursar told me, above 10_£._; a bedstead and bedding, worth 40_£._, must also be bought, because the former bedstead and bedding was too short for him (he being a tall man,) so perhaps when a _short_ warden comes, a short bed must be bought." There were also other EXTRAORDINARY DOINGS AT MERTON. When the Vandals of Parliamentary visiters, in Cromwell's time, perpetrated their spoliations at Oxford, one of them, Sir Nathaniel Brent, says Wood, actually "took down the rich hangings at the altar of the chapel, and ornamented his bedchamber with them." * * * * * DIGGING YOUR GRAVES WITH YOUR TEETH. The late vice-master of Trinity College, Cambridge, the Rev. William Hodson, B.D., and the late Regius Professor of Hebrew, the Rev. William Collier, B.D., who had also been tutor of Trinity College, were both skilled in the science of music, and constant visiters at the quartett parties of Mr. Sharp, of Green Street, Cambridge, organist of St. John's College. The former happened one evening to enter Mr. Sharp's _sanctum sanctorum_, rather later than usual, and found the two latter just in the act of discussing a brace of roast ducks, with a bowl of punch in the background. He was pressed to join them. "No, no, gentlemen," was his reply, "give me a _glass of water and a crust_. You know not what you are doing. You are _digging your graves with your teeth_." Both gentlemen, however, out-lived him. * * * * * DR. TORKINGTON'S GRATITUDE TO HIS HORSE. The late master of Clare Hall, Cambridge, Dr. Torkington, was one evening stopped by a footpad or pads, in the neighbourhood of Cambridge, when riding at an humble pace on his old Rosinante, which had borne him through many a long year. Both horse and master were startled by the awful tones in which the words, "Stand, and deliver!" were uttered, to say nothing of the flourish of a shillelah, or something worse, and an unsuccessful attempt to _grab_ the rein. The horse, declining acquiescence, set off at a good round pace, and thus saved his master; an act for which the old doctor was so grateful, that he never suffered it to be rode again, but had it placed in a paddock, facing his lodge, on the banks of the Cam, where, with a plentiful supply of food, and his own daily attentions, it lingered out the remnant of life, and "liv'd at home at ease." * * * * * SAY JOHN SHARP IS A ROGUE.