court was besieged by an excited mob, who were frantic at the treatment that their brother had received from the bloated little aristocrats. I am sorry to say that they triumphed, as the magistrates fined the boys who were summoned £10 a head, which was immediately paid by the College authorities; and it was rather a general opinion at the time, that if the mob about the court doors had not been so clamorous, the fine would have been somewhat less,—even if the summons had not been dismissed altogether. I forget whether it was specially the result of this little incident, or whether it was the casual development of a chronic irritation between the boys and the “Snobs,” that produced a somewhat serious town and gown row during my residence at Winchester.[11] There had been mutterings of a coming storm for some time typified by occasional sets-to between some individual boys and snobs, and forays by the latter on the clothes or towels of solitary small bathers. The town party chose their time for a demonstration with peculiar prudence. They waited till Commoners had gone, which they did on the Saturday before Election week. On the Monday following, the boys (now reduced in number to seventy, of whom at least twenty remained in College preparing for the coming examination) went on to Hills. They had not been there long before it became known that there was a gathering of the enemy at Twyford; and expresses being sent back to College that “Snobs were on,” and for the reserve to come up, we took the initiative, and went to Twyford to anticipate the attack. We hadn’t long to wait, and there was some very pretty fighting both in the way of general skirmishes and individual mills. We got the best of it; and some of the bigger boys, elated with success, determined to push up to the stronghold of the enemy in the town. I was much too small for this part of the campaign, and, with the other little boys, retired behind the breastworks of College, where, by the by, we arrived very considerably later than the regulation hour. I have heard heart-stirring accounts of the heroic deeds of the heavy brigade, but not having been present I cannot particularly describe them. I believe that they carried on the attack bravely in the town for some time till overcome by numbers. The boys retreated to a path which leads out of High Street down by the river side to College, at the head of which (where there were two posts to prevent carts passing) they took their stand, and for a considerable time held their own gallantly. But at last they were obliged to break and fly, making good their retreat into College, however, without anything like serious damage. On numbering their forces, one boy was found missing, and grave apprehension was entertained for his safety, which, however, was soon dissipated by his unexpected appearance from the Warden’s house. In the flight he had tripped and fallen into Bungy’s ditch, where he wisely