"Nature was dressed in her most pristine colours, and the incandescent hues of the autumn leaves brought cries of enjoyment out of the mouths of the Ph.C.C, except the paupers, whose mouths were too full for utterance." This paragraph was not likely to pass unchallenged. Coxhead impeached its grammar, Trimble its taste, and the paupers its accuracy, and a very heated argument ensued, at the end of which it was agreed to let the door stand open a few minutes to get rid of the dust. "Arrived at Camp Hill, a flock of jibbering apes were discovered, headed by the president's arch-enemy. Brown iii." "No, he's not my enemy," protested I. "I never said so." "The minutes say so. They're more likely to be right than you." "But I like Dicky Brown," said I. "That sounds like poetry," said Warminster, "ho, ho! "I like Dicky Brown, His cheek is so cool, And if I don't kick him You call me a fool." "I can do that whether you kick him or not," said I, quite unmoved by this brilliant impromptu. Here I was compelled to vacate the chair for a few moments, in order to discuss the matter further with Warminster. On order being restored, the minutes proceeded-- "The Philosophers soon made it too hot for these mules, and they were only allowed to stay on the ground as it amused us to see their idiotic sniggers. The paper on 'Beauty' was rot, and invoked well-deserved hisses." "Say that again," ejaculated the outraged Trimble. "_That_! there you are," said Langrish hurriedly. But Trimble had more to say on the subject, and once again the meeting became warm and dusty. "Order, please; let's hear the rest," said I, when both had been brushed down by their friends. "As for Sarah's speech in reply, it was the drivellingest balderdash you ever heard. It made the club blush." "That speaks well for it," I suggested mildly. The meeting did not seem to know how exactly to take this, but concluded it was meant to be complimentary, and contented themselves with ordering me to "shut up" if I didn't want to be kicked out. "Tempest (loud cheers) turned up presently and backed us up (cheers). The baboons weren't in it in the sports. We pulled off the tug of war on our heads (cheers), and their speeches were even drivellinger than Trim's and Sarah's. (Interruption.) Just at the end a howling sneak and cad and outsider called Jarman came, and lagged us all, including Tempest. (Groans.) Our president behaved like a mutton-head throughout. Going home, the Philosophers led by several miles. The meeting then adjourned for extra drill in the gym. to-day, and mean to pay Jarman out." (Cheers.) The patriotic sentiment with which the minutes concluded did away with any little difference arising earlier is the evening, and they were carried unanimously. It was then moved, seconded, thirded, fourthed, and fifthed, "that Jarman be, and is hereby, hung, and ought to be kicked."