shouts of “Junior—_Junior_—JUNIOR,” rising in savageness of tone, as the supply became exhausted; in five minutes all the Juniors were darting wildly about in all directions, executing orders received from their lords and masters; some to Colson’s hatch for salt, or down into cellar for beer, back to school for something forgotten, into chambers for a pint cup, down to kitchen for gravy, &c., &c. In the centre of Hall stood the senior Candlekeeper and Deputy, each armed with a long and supple ground ash, their business being to continue hitting every one who came within reach, so that it was absolutely necessary for every boy passing down Hall to run the gauntlet of one or the other; the only conceivable reason for this extraordinary arrangement being, I imagine, that in order to escape the sticks of the flagellators, the Fags dashed past them as fast as they could, and so got through what they had to do quicker. To escape this purgatory I have known boys lie underneath the beer butts in cellar during the whole of Hall time, and once a wretched fugitive was discovered hidden in the salt tub, into which he had managed to creep, and had let the lid down over himself afterwards. Happy the Junior who was “teejèed” by any Præfect, as he not unfrequently was presented by him with a plate of meat, or the remains of the joint, (called “a Mess,”) in which case he was exempt from Fagging as long as he was eating it, and it was extraordinary how difficult it became to pick a bone, and how long a small slice of meat could be made to last under such circumstances. Knives and forks being rare articles with the Juniors, we had some difficulty in getting rid of a dinner when given to us, unless the Præfect was good enough also to lend his implements. I remember seeing Skith with one end of a carcase of a hare in each hand, burrowing among the ribs with his nose and mouth in search of the tit-bits, which, to judge by the delight depicted on his countenance, were still remaining. But let us escape from the din of Hall, and pay a visit to Kitchen. In the way we pass through “Ante-kitchen,” where is the familiar picture of the “Trusty Servant.” [Illustration: THE TRUSTY SERVANT. Effigiem servi si vis spectare probati, Quisquis es, hæc oculos pascat imago tuos; Porcinum os quocunque cibo jejunia sedat; Hæc sera, consilium ne fluat, arcta premit. Dat patientem asinus dominis jurgantibus aurem; Cervus habet celeres ire, redire pedes. Læva docet multum, tot rebus onusta, laborem; Vestis munditiem, dextera aperta fidem. Accinctus gladio, clypeo munitus; et indè Vel se, vel dominum, quo tueatur, habet.