Nuts to crack; or Quips, quirks, anecdote and facete of Oxford and Cambridge ScholarsGooch, Richard
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Nuts to crack; or Quips, quirks, anecdote and facete of Oxford and Cambridge Scholars
Gooch, Richard
University of Cambridge -- Anecdotes; University of Oxford -- Anecdotes
(taken notice of by Warton also in the first volume of his History of
English Poetry) of a brother Cantab's having undertaken to translate
the Scriptures into Welsh, and rendering _vials_ of wrath (meaning
_vessels_--Rom. v. 8) by the Welsh word _Crythan_, signifying _crowds_
or _fiddles_. "The Greek word being [Greek: phialas]," he adds, "it is
probable he translated from the English only, where finding _vials_,
he mistook it for _viols_." The translator was Dr. Morgan, who died
Bishop of St. Asaph, in 1604.
* * * * *
MINDING THE ROAST.
Lord Nugent, _on-dit_, once called on an old college acquaintance,
then a country divine of great simplicity of manners, at a time when
his housekeeper was from home on some errand, and he had undertaken to
_mind the roast_. This obliged him to invite his lordship into the
kitchen, that he might avoid the fate of King Alfred. Our dame's stay
exceeded the time anticipated, and the divine having _to bury a
corpse_, he begged Lord N. to take his turn at the spit, which he
accordingly did, till the housekeeper arrived to relieve him. This
anecdote reminds me of the following
SPECIMEN OF A COLLEGE EXERCISE,
_By the Younger Bowyer, written at St. John's College, Cambridge,
November 29, 1719._
"Ne quicquam sapit, qui sibi ipsi non sapit."
A goodly parson once there was,
To 's maid would chatter Latin;
(For that he was, I think, an ass,
At least the rhyme comes pat in.)
One day the house to prayers were met,
With well united hearts;
Below, a goose was at the spit,
To feast their grosser parts.
The godly maid to prayers she came,
If truth the legends say,
To hear her master English lame,
Herself to sleep and pray.
The maid, to hear her worthy master,
Left all alone her kitchen;
Hence happened much a worse disaster
Than if she'd let the bitch in.
While each breast burns with pious flame,
All hearts with ardours beat,
The goose's breast did much the same
With too malicious heat.
The parson smelt the odours rise;
To 's belly thoughts gave loose,
And plainly seemed to sympathise
With his twice-murdered goose.
He knew full well self-preservation
Bids piety retire,
Just as the _salus_ of a nation
Lays obligation higher.
He stopped, and thus held forth his _Clerum_,
While him the maid did stare at,
_Hoc faciendum; sed alterum
Non negligendum erat_.
_Parce tuum Vatum sceleris damnare._
* * * * *
TULIP-TIME.
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