Oxford (England) -- Description and travel; University of Oxford
Between nine and one o’clock the different species of Oxford kind are
either within doors--sleeping, talking, or working--or to be seen in
various conditions of unrest; observers and observed in the High, in
pairs or singly; and, if freshmen, either stately in scholars’ gowns or
apparently anxious to convince others that they have just picked up
their commoners’ gowns; sauntering to the book-shops, or to look at a
cricket pitch or a dog; or hurrying to lectures with an earnestness
that strangely disappears when they are seated and the lecture is begun.
In the stream of men there is one thin black line that is
unwavering--the line of men, with white fillets of sacrifice under their
chins, going to the examination Schools. This is the only place in the
world where the plough is still wrought into a weapon of offence. They
are under the care of a suitable, ferocious, wild man, who is one of the
Old Guard of the opposition to women at Oxford; and in his bleak
invitation to ladies, to proceed to their appointed rooms, lays terrible
stress upon the word “women,” as if it were a term of abuse in his
strange tongue. He is partly responsible for the reply of an
undergraduate to an American who asked, what might be the name of the
buildings which he so admired and which made him feel at home?
“That,” said the undergraduate, “is the Martyrs’ Memorial.”
“And who are those going in?”
“They are the Martyrs.”
“But I thought they were burned three hundred years ago?”
“Sir,” said the undergraduate impressively, “they are martyred twice
daily.”
“Well, I guess Oxford is very Middle Age and all that, but I didn’t know
it went so far as that”: and the humane visitor went away, talking of
agitation in the _New York Herald_.
Of all Oxford pastimes, that of going to the bookshop
[Illustration: ENTRANCE TO THE DIVINITY SCHOOL
The doorway through which a servant with a silver “poker” is preceding
the Vice-Chancellor leads to the old Divinity School.
The window at the end of the lobby--usually called the “Pig
Market”--looks into Exeter College garden.]
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