29 Who, that has been at Eton, and enjoyed the manly and invigorating exercise of cricket, has not repeatedly heard Jem Powell in tones of exultation say, "Only see me '_liver thin here_ ball, my young master?" And, in good truth, Jem is right, for very few can excel him in that particular: and then (when Jem is _Bacchi plenis_,) who can withstand his _quart of sovereigns_. On such occasions Jem is seen marching up and down before the door of his house, with a silver quart tankard filled with gold--the savings of many years of industry. 30 Jem Flowers is an old soldier; and, in marshalling the forces for a bull or a badger-bait, displays all the tactics of an experienced general officer. Caleb Baldwin would no more bear comparison with Jem than a flea does to an elephant. 31 When it is remembered how near Eton is to London, and how frequent the communication, it will appear astonishing, but highly creditable to the authorities, that so little of the current slang of the day is to be met with here. ~73~~ There's Jolly Jem,{32} who keeps his punt, And dogs to raise the siller; Of _cads_, the captain of the hunt, A right and tight good miller. Next Barney Groves,{33} a learned wight, The impounder of cattle, Dilates on birth and common right, And threats _black slugs_ with battle. Big George {34} can teach the use of fives, Or pick up a prime terrier; Or _spar_, or keep the game alive, With beagle, bull, or harrier. Savager{35} keeps a decent nag, 32 Jem Miller was originally a tailor; but having dropt a stitch or two in early life, _listed_ into a sporting regiment of Cads some years since; and being a better shot at hares and partridges than he was considered at the _heavy goose_, has been promoted to the rank of captain of the private tutors. Jem is a true jolly fellow; his house exhibits a fine picture of what a sportsman's hall should be, decorated with all the emblems of fishing, fowling, and hunting, disposed around in great taste.