“_Monday._--Racket _rowed_ me up at seven o’clock--sleepy and queer, but forced to get up and make breakfast for him--eight to five in the afternoon, hunting--famous run, and killed near Bicester--number of tumbles--Freshman out on Rackett’s stone horse--got the devil of a fall into a ditch--horse upon him--but don’t know whether he was killed or not. Five, dressed and went to dine with Rackett--Dean had cross’d his name, and no dinner to be got--went to the Angel and dined--famous evening till eleven, when the Proctors came and told us to go home to our colleges--went directly the contrary way--eleven to one, went down into St Thomas’s and fought a raff--one, dragged home by somebody, the Lord knows whom, and put to bed. “_Tuesday._--Very bruised and sore, did not get up till twelve--found an imposition on my table--mem. to give it to the hairdresser--drank six dishes of tea--did not know what to do with myself, so wrote to my father for money. Half after one, put on my boots to ride for an hour--met Careless at the stable--rode together--asked me to dine with him and meet Jack Sedley, who is just returned from France--two to three, returned home and dressed--four to seven, dinner and wine--Jack very pleasant--told some good stories--says the French women have thick legs--no hunting to be got, and very little wine--won’t go there in a hurry--seven, went to the stable, and then looked in at the coffee-house--very few drunken men, and nothing going forwards--agreed to play Sedley at billiards--Walker’s table engaged, and forced to go to the Blue Posts--lost two guineas--thought I could have beat him, but the dog has been practising in France--ten, supper at Careless’s--bought Sedley’s mare for thirty guineas--think he knows nothing of a horse, and believe I have done him. Drank a little punch and went to bed at twelve. [Illustration: OFF TO A BADGER-BAITING.] “_Wednesday._--Hunted with the Duke of B.--very long run, rode the new mare, found her sinking, so pulled up in time and swore I had a shoe lost--to sell her directly--buy no more horses of Sedley--knows more than I thought he did.--Four, returned home, and as I was dressing to dine with Sedley, received a note from some country neighbours of my father’s to desire me to dine at the Cross--obliged to send an excuse to Sedley--wanted to put on my cap and gown--cap broke and gown not to be found, forced to borrow--half after four to ten, at the Cross with my _Lions_--very _loving_ evening indeed--ten, found it too bad, so got up and told them it was against the rules of the university to be out later.