“In answer to the honourable member,” says the treasurer, “I beg to state that I have already given orders for a fresh and--as they seem so much in request--a still larger supply.” (Cheers.) Then there is a brief space of silence. “Does any other honourable member wish to put any questions to the officers of this society relative to their official duties?” No one rising, the president says-- “The House will now proceed to public business;” and after waiting a few seconds, to give those who wish the chance to leave, he reads from a notice-board,-- “The motion before the House is, ‘That the present Ministry is unworthy of the confidence of this House and of the nation,’ moved by Mr. Dubber, of Trinity.” There is a perfect uproar as Mr. Dubber rises and moves towards the table--cheers from his supporters, groans from his opponents; but he is too accustomed to the temper of his audience to take any notice. He pours out a glass of water and leisurely drinks half the contents, and waits confidently. His confidence commands attention; and in a clear, ringing voice, he proceeds to rattle away a clever _résumé_ of the stump speeches of his political party. There is no lack to-night of speakers. No less than six rise directly he sits down. And so the debate goes on unflaggingly until half-past ten, when, there being no more speakers, the mover replies; and then the president reads the motion once more, and says,-- “Those who are in favour of this motion will say ‘Aye;’ those who are against it will say ‘No.’” There are nearly 500 members present, and the noise may be imagined. “The ‘Noes’ have it,” is the president’s ruling. “Divide! divide!” from the “Ayes;” and the president accordingly gives the order,-- “Those who are in favour of this motion will go to the right of the chair; those who are against it to the left.” Then follows a scene of indescribable confusion. In about ten minutes’ time the numerous tellers have agreed, and the president reads the numbers,-- “Those who are in favour of this motion, 179; those who are against it, 290. The motion is therefore lost.” Loud cheers, and the House separates. Within a few days of the commencement of term, Frank had found his name posted for rowing--that is, for rowing under the direction of the senior men who were coaching the likely freshmen for the Torpid races, which would come off in the ensuing Lent Term; and he took so kindly to the work that he was soon regularly among the recognized set from which the crew would eventually be picked. In fact, his performances had attracted the notice of the president of the University Boat Club, and he had been “down” with the men who were being coached with a view to rowing against Cambridge. This was indeed an honour; and he strained every energy to get chosen for one of the Trial Eights that were to race at the end of term, and from which the University Eight (commonly called “the ’Varsity”) would be selected.