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Collectanea.
THE YOUNG OXONIAN AND PROFESSOR PORSOX . — " Poison was once travelling in a stage-coach , when a young Oxonian , fresh from College , was amusing the ladies with a variety of talk , and , amongst other things , with a quotation , as he said , from Sophocles . A Greek quotation , and in a coach too ! roused our slumbering Professor from a kind of dogsleep , in a snug corner of the vehicle . Shaking his ears and rubbing his ' 1 think gentleman' said he' favoured us just now
eyes , young , , you with a quotation from Sophocles ; I did not happen to recollect it there . ' ' Oh , sir , ' replied our tyro , ' the quotation is word for word as I have repeated it , ancl in Sophocles too ; but I suspect , sir , it is some time since you were at college . ' Tile Professor applying his band to his great coat , ancl taking out a small pocket edition of Sophocles , coolly asked , him if he would be kind enough to show him the passage in question in that little book . After rummaging the pages some time , he replied , ' Upon second
thoughts , I now recollect that the passage is in Euripides . ' ' Then perhaps , sir , ' said the Professor , putting his hand again into his pocket , ancl handing him a similar edition of Euripides , ' you will be so good as to find it for me in that little book . ' The young Oxonian returned again to his task , but with no further success , muttering however to himself , ' curse me if ever I quote Greek again in a coach . ' The tittering of the ladies informed him that he had got into a hobble . At last , ¦
bless me , sir , ' said he , ' how dull I am . ' I recollect now , yes , yes , I perfectly remember , that the passage is in iEschylus . ' The inexorable Professor returned again to his inexhaustible pocket , and was in the act of handing him an jEscbylus , when our astonished Freshman vociferated ; ' Stop the coach—holloah , coachman ! let me out , I say , instantly—let me out ; there ' s a fellow here has got the whole Bodleian library in . his pocket ; let me out , I say—let me out ; he must be Porson , or the devil . '" ' ..--. -.- ¦ ¦¦ ¦¦ : ¦
''THE LAST TIME . —The simple act of separation-from those ivith whom ' one liasi been for any length of time domesticated ,-even though we quit them with the determination of revisiting theiri-shortly ; gives a pang-4 t disarranges the habits—it unsettles the mind , and ¦; leaves the heart desolate ; and this , not only if our associates be frill ' of talent , ihiiid , and genius ,, but even if'they be the merest matter-of-fact kind' of persons , yet still ive ' feel ' - ' a' painful sensation at separatingfrom them for
'the last time !* ' A ^ an ' quits his house where he has lived for -years- - he removes to oiie better built , better situated , yet he likes not to think that to-morrow will be the ' last time' he shall sleep in the house endeared , to him by a thousand recollections . From such natural feelings what a moral may be deduced . Jn one only situation can a man be placed where the dreadful doubt is converted into a tremendous certainty . Not the sick patient to all appearance on the bed of death , he may linger—he
may recover , the ray of hope beams , and those who love him share its brig htness . His hours are not numbered . The sinking mariner clings to the last fragments of the ill-fated ship—holds on while nature ' s strength remains , ancl as he mounts the rising wave , strains his anxious eye in search of help—a vessel may heave in sight—he may be drifted to some friendly shore—Ids fate is not decided . The unhappy wretch who alone lives his ' last day , ' hopeless and in unmitigated misery , is the sentenced convict on the eve of execution . The sun gleams through the bars of his cell in ail its parting brightness , for the ' last time' to himhe hears the prison clock record the fleeting moments—to him how
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Collectanea.
THE YOUNG OXONIAN AND PROFESSOR PORSOX . — " Poison was once travelling in a stage-coach , when a young Oxonian , fresh from College , was amusing the ladies with a variety of talk , and , amongst other things , with a quotation , as he said , from Sophocles . A Greek quotation , and in a coach too ! roused our slumbering Professor from a kind of dogsleep , in a snug corner of the vehicle . Shaking his ears and rubbing his ' 1 think gentleman' said he' favoured us just now
eyes , young , , you with a quotation from Sophocles ; I did not happen to recollect it there . ' ' Oh , sir , ' replied our tyro , ' the quotation is word for word as I have repeated it , ancl in Sophocles too ; but I suspect , sir , it is some time since you were at college . ' Tile Professor applying his band to his great coat , ancl taking out a small pocket edition of Sophocles , coolly asked , him if he would be kind enough to show him the passage in question in that little book . After rummaging the pages some time , he replied , ' Upon second
thoughts , I now recollect that the passage is in Euripides . ' ' Then perhaps , sir , ' said the Professor , putting his hand again into his pocket , ancl handing him a similar edition of Euripides , ' you will be so good as to find it for me in that little book . ' The young Oxonian returned again to his task , but with no further success , muttering however to himself , ' curse me if ever I quote Greek again in a coach . ' The tittering of the ladies informed him that he had got into a hobble . At last , ¦
bless me , sir , ' said he , ' how dull I am . ' I recollect now , yes , yes , I perfectly remember , that the passage is in iEschylus . ' The inexorable Professor returned again to his inexhaustible pocket , and was in the act of handing him an jEscbylus , when our astonished Freshman vociferated ; ' Stop the coach—holloah , coachman ! let me out , I say , instantly—let me out ; there ' s a fellow here has got the whole Bodleian library in . his pocket ; let me out , I say—let me out ; he must be Porson , or the devil . '" ' ..--. -.- ¦ ¦¦ ¦¦ : ¦
''THE LAST TIME . —The simple act of separation-from those ivith whom ' one liasi been for any length of time domesticated ,-even though we quit them with the determination of revisiting theiri-shortly ; gives a pang-4 t disarranges the habits—it unsettles the mind , and ¦; leaves the heart desolate ; and this , not only if our associates be frill ' of talent , ihiiid , and genius ,, but even if'they be the merest matter-of-fact kind' of persons , yet still ive ' feel ' - ' a' painful sensation at separatingfrom them for
'the last time !* ' A ^ an ' quits his house where he has lived for -years- - he removes to oiie better built , better situated , yet he likes not to think that to-morrow will be the ' last time' he shall sleep in the house endeared , to him by a thousand recollections . From such natural feelings what a moral may be deduced . Jn one only situation can a man be placed where the dreadful doubt is converted into a tremendous certainty . Not the sick patient to all appearance on the bed of death , he may linger—he
may recover , the ray of hope beams , and those who love him share its brig htness . His hours are not numbered . The sinking mariner clings to the last fragments of the ill-fated ship—holds on while nature ' s strength remains , ancl as he mounts the rising wave , strains his anxious eye in search of help—a vessel may heave in sight—he may be drifted to some friendly shore—Ids fate is not decided . The unhappy wretch who alone lives his ' last day , ' hopeless and in unmitigated misery , is the sentenced convict on the eve of execution . The sun gleams through the bars of his cell in ail its parting brightness , for the ' last time' to himhe hears the prison clock record the fleeting moments—to him how