When Gown was absent, Town was miserable: it was dull; it did
nothing; it lost its customer-y application to business. When Gown
returned, there was no small change, - the benefit was a sovereign one
to Town. Notes, too, passed between them; of which, those received
by Town were occasionally of intrinsic value. Town thanked Gown for
these, - even thanked him when his civility had only been met by
checks, - and smirked, and fawned, and flattered; and Gown patronised
Town, and was offensively condescending. What a relief then must it
have been to the pent-up feelings of Town, when the Saturnalia of a
Guy-Faux day brought its usual license, and Town could stand up
against Gown and try a game of fisticuffs! And if, when there was a
cry "To arms!" we could always settle the dispute in an English
fashion with those arms with which we have been supplied by nature,
there would then, perhaps, be fewer weeping widows and desolate
orphans in the world than there are just at present.
On the evening of the fifth of November, then, Mr. Bouncer's rooms
were occupied by a wine-party; and, among the gentlemen assembled, we
noticed (as newspaper reporters say), Mr. Verdant Green, Mr. Charles
Larkyns, Mr. Fosbrooke, Mr. Smalls, and Mr. Blades. The table was
liberally supplied with wine; and a "dessert at eighteen-pence per
head," - as Mr. Bouncer would afterwards be informed through the
medium of his confectioner's bill; - and, while an animated
conversation was being held on the expected Town and Gown, the party
were fortifying themselves for the ~emeute~ by a rapid consumption of
the liquids before them. Our hero, and some of the younger ones of
the party, who had not yet left off their juvenile likings, were hard
at work at the dessert in that delightful, disregardless-of-dyspepsia
manner, in which boys so love to indulge, even when they have passed
into University ~men~. As usual, the ~bouquet~ of the wine was
somewhat interfered with by those narcotic odours, which, to a
smoker, are as the gales of Araby the Blest.
[AN OXFORD FRESHMAN 137]
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