still, at the Universities, peace, beauty, and leisure. If any word in these papers has been unkindly said, it has only been spoken, I hope, of the busybodies who would make Oxford cease to be herself; who would rob her of her loveliness and her repose. FOOTNOTES {120} Poems by Ernest Myers. London, 1877. {221} A very pleasing account of the scenery near Oxford appeared in the _Cornhill_ for September 1879.