"The motherly care shown by Alma Mater that her sons should not fall into scrapes by making Guys of themselves, is here very strongly evidenced; and I think it would be a profitable subject for inquiry, if MR. HUME would move for a return of the number of times that the Vice-Chancellor and the Heads of Houses have met, in accordance with the above Statute. "The remainder of _Tit._ XIV is taken up with the cut of the gowns, &c., but is as unlike a ladylike page of _Le Follet_ (which MRS. BROWN takes in) as anything can be. "The Statutes demanding attention in _Tit._ XV. are so numerous that I will trouble you with them in another letter; but they are so amusing that they will repay perusal, and your opinion upon them will not only be highly valued by, but of the greatest use, to "Dear _Mr. Punch_, "Your constant reader, "PETERLOO BROWN." * * * * * SONG--RIPEFORAJAIL. RIPEFORAJAIL for an income is burning, RIPEFORAJAIL has no taste for clod-turning, RIPEFORAJAIL has no funds for gin-spinning, Yet RIPEFORAJAIL has "Green" gold for the winning; Come lend a kind ear to a betting muff's tale, While he tells you the craft of bold RIPEFORAJAIL. The EARL OF BAREPURSE, o'er Newmarket doth ride, And views his colt win in the very last stride, Long odds for his net, and the Ring for his game, Short whist for the wild, and the dice for the tame; But the TATTERSALL gudgeons, and CROCK pigeons pale, Are less free to EARL BAREPURSE than RIPEFORAJAIL. RIPEFORAJAIL, when his carcase was light, Used to sweat and to curry a thoroughbred bright, And when "grown overweight" the Kents turned him abroad. To pick winners, in print he each week pledged his word; Gents who love "the blue ribbon," and sport the blue veil, Became quite confidential with RIPEFORAJAIL. RIPEFORAJAIL to distinction is come, He's no longer a tout, but he owns a flash home; A fig for THE DAVIS and 'cute HARRY HILL! They might lay the long odds, he lays longer odds still, A baize board and counter, and weeds very stale, Are the sole stock in trade of bold RIPEFORAJAIL. The COCKBURN was steel, and the BETHEL was stone, And PALMERSTON warned him he soon must be gone; Fierce and loud this last week was the curse and the cry Of his victims when shutters alone met the eye; With their Goodwood deposits he gave them leg-bail, And a cove at Boulogne looks like RIPEFORAJAIL. * * * * * SPHERES OF REAL USEFULNESS. The subjoined advertisement relates to an exhibition, which is, perhaps, somewhat interesting, and which might be rendered very much so:--