One of the most common and disagreeable orders for a Junior to receive on these wet mornings was to get a pint cup; as at the commencement of the half year the stock-in-trade for the whole College consisted of about two dozen, and as they were by no means “College ware,” _i.e._, not easily broken, in a few weeks they became rather scarce articles, but no Junior being ever allowed to say he “couldn’t” procure anything he was told to get, he had to depart on his hopeless errand, and, not succeeding, receive the usual reward. As the day wore on some of the Præfects would subside into the comfortably stuffed seats between their scobs, and set to work “Mugging,” (reading hard,) only occasionally lifting up their voices to call “Junior!”: other boys would take to playing chess, or some other quiet game; while the more noisily disposed would indulge in practising jumps over the Commoners’ tables, playing Hicockolorum, or Crocketts, (miniature cricket, with a stump and a fives ball,) to the great detriment of Præfect of School’s windows. Presently Seventh Chamber passage would open and admit Crutch, (I wonder what his name really was,) a knowing-looking little man, whose occupation was that of surgeon to those cricket and fives bats that had received severe wounds; and he was such a skilful operator that a bat always seemed to rise like a Phœnix from its ashes after passing through his hands; a clamorous crowd would speedily surround the bat-surgeon, to supply him with fresh patients, or consult him on the constitution of others. Currell, also, would be likely to come in on a wet day,—when I say Currell, I mean a hair-cutter, for there were two or three of them, but whoever the individual was, to the boys he was always “Currell.” One of them operated on me yesterday; as he was combing my luxuriant locks, he remarked:—“Hair not quite so thick, sir, as it used to was in the old times; very fine ’ead of ’air then, sir. Remember when you came, before New Commoners’ was built; great changes since then. Old Poole dead at last, sir. Doctor’s nephew is a master now, sir; has an ’ouse in Kingsgate Street, and takes in young gents,” &c., &c. But I don’t think he could have told me much more, as I find that having my hair cut is not nearly so tedious an operation as it used to be.