Standing-up is an institution peculiar to Winchester, I believe. During the whole of the proceeding year all the boys below Senior part were expected to learn a number of lines by heart; there was a minimum limit assigned to each part, but any boy was allowed to take up as many as he chose,—more than ten thousand have been said by one boy. We were allowed to take up Greek prose, one line of which counted for five of Virgil, and one of Latin prose or Greek verse for two; Horace’s Odes, three for two. These lines had to be said in eight lessons; and the marks given had a very decided effect on the relative position of the boys, as it very often happened that the boy who at the beginning of the week was well ahead of the others in his part, when Standing-up was over found himself nowhere, and _vice versâ_. Every boy had to provide himself with a “Standing-up paper,” which was divided by lines into eight partitions, in each of which he wrote out a description of one lesson, and as each was said to the Master, he signed his name at the bottom, with a particular mark to define the style of the performance, both as regards the construing and repetition. These marks were as follows:—For supreme excellence, “Quam optimè;” for great merit, “Optimè;” for a tolerably good performance, “Benè;” for an indifferent one, “Mediocriter;” for failure, “Malè.” A certain number was added to each boy’s account in the Classicus paper for each lesson, calculated according to the number of lines and the marks obtained; but a “Malè” precluded him from having any score for that lesson. There were no other lessons during this week, and it was a time of great excitement. I remember one boy having an inflammation of the eyes just before Standing-up week; to his great disgust it was getting rapidly well, and knowing that if it was allowed to continue improving he would be called on to say his eight lessons, of which he knew but little, he held his eyes to a key-hole, through which there was a strong draught, and then administered a pinch of snuff to them. The plan succeeded; he certainly had no Standing-up to read over, or anything else for a long time; and if he ever recovered his sight it was more than his friends expected, or he perhaps deserved.