"But in all my researches I've never once met "With e'en the bare mention of such a thing yet. "We know that the Magi who came from afar "Owed all their success to the Evening Star.' "That Cain took a Bell's life' we've frequently heard, "And though some don't believe it, it really occurred. "But it stands pretty clear that a school magazine "At that time was not thought of, much less ever seen. "That schools then existed of course is quite plain, "For a school is a sine quà non to a 'Cain.' "Pray were not the patriarchs wiser than you? "Do you think you know all their experience knew, "That over the pathways that they never went, your "Foolhardy presumption thus tempts you to venture? "You've counted your chickens before they are hatched.' "The result will, I tell you, be tattered and patched. "For there's not a man here that's enough of a swell "To walk in the path where his forefathers fell "Without his eggs hatching' a regular 'sell.'"

Exit the "exception." The rest half inclined To believe him, but could not quite make up their mind. Then the first speaker said "If I may be so bold, "If our eggs hatch a sell' we shall hardly be 'sold.' "He thought it would turn out Great cry, little wool:' "He may think what he likes, silly fellow, but you'll "Bear in mind 'tis th' 'exception' that proveth the rule."

My story is done, and I leave it to you,

Gentle reader, to say which prediction was true.

IN MEMORIAM.

BALACLAVA, OCTOBER 25TH, 1854.

N. B.

Swords are ringing, clashing, as the squadrons close;
Troopers madly slashing at their shrinking foes,
Pistols snapping, knelling, vapour thickly rolls;
Each report is telling of departed souls.

In the charge the quickest, foremost in the fight,

Where Death's hand raged thickest, there his sword flashed

bright;

There his voice rang loudest, there the blood ran red,
God cuts off the proudest, and his soul has fled.
Mangled forms are lying on the bloodsoaked sod,
Where the trooper dying yields his soul to God;
Breezes moaning, sweeping, night dews round are shed,
Nature too seems weeping for the noble dead.

Tenderly they bore him to his hallowed grave,
Green the grass grows o'er him, Jesus loves the brave;
May the sod lie lightly, and from out the skies,
Shine, O! sun, shine brightly where the hero lies.

And when death's deep river ye have safely past,
When
ye reach for ever Heaven's gate at last;
There in spotless beauty, he who fell in fight,
He who did his duty, lives a Son of Light.

BIG-SIDE RUN-PENPOLE COURSE. Experiences, Observations and Advice, by an Old (though somewhat lazy) Hand.

As the Penpole Run seems to be a great favourite with Big-Side hares, and as I have myself followed on that course a good many times, I think it may not be presumptuous on my part to say a few words, and offer a little advice with regard to it. I shall describe in particular the first run of this season, which took place on Saturday, October 12th. There was a far larger attendance on that day than I ever remember having seen before, and in my opinion it was the pleasantest run in which I have ever taken part.

I may state that when I start, I am always possessed with the laudable determination of "coming in," but which generally ebbs out gradually as I proceed, and has entirely vanished by the time I get to the top of the hill in King's Weston Park. The day in question proved no exception to my general rule. I started with the rest, but had not gone far before I got a hasty stitch.

Advice. When you have a stitch, don't stop, press your hand into your side and run on; it will go away soon.

I was all right again by the time I got over the Downs, and did not feel any further distress till I got past Sea Mills, for I foolishly tried to jog-trot up the incline there.

Advice. Always walk up this; there is a splendid place for a spin along the path through the turnip field and down the meadows to the left at the bottom.

Well, I ran to the foot of the hill in King's Weston Park, and walking up this did not tend to freshen me by any means; I was now about a hundred yards behind the first hound.

Advice. If you are foolish enough to wish to come in, (which, remember, I have myself accomplished once or twice) this is the place to keep, for you can stand still and blow a bit every now and then, whilst the first people are looking for scent.

Oh, dear! oh, dear! what are those first fellows made of? Look! they have begun to run directly they have reached the flat ground at the top. I really must walk a bit. They are at the sunk-fence before I can screw up my courage to begin running again. And now some of the fellows behind come up, and I fall back into the second lot. The next trying place is that quarry on Penpole Hill, by the side of which we have to scramble down.

Observation. Why should the hares always lead us down this way ? It is not much shorter than the road round on the left; and a slip might easily be fatal.

I now see the leading hounds just four fields ahead, of course my chance of a place at the finish is quite gone; the calves of my legs are very stiff, and I groan within me as I contemplate the "grind" over the Downs at the end. From this point to the road, however, I consider the nicest part of the run; there is nothing I enjoy so much as the brook jumps.

Advice.-Never take a jump at sight, but having chosen your take off and landing place, go at it at once; if you can't clear it, rather wade in and scramble up the other side than run out of your way in search of a crossing.

After the jumps I caught up three of the people who went ahead before Penpole, but who had now found the pace too much for them; to these I stuck till the end of the run. We took it pretty easily, "grinding" and walking in alternate stretches of about two hundred yards, (I can't stand your fellow who pounds along the whole while).

Advice. As a matter of course join yourself to two or three other fellows at this part of the run, when you begin to feel done up, give vent to a loud Oh! or some such exclamation, and your companions will generally begin walking on this, so that you can get a rest without the humiliation of confessing yourself tired. If, however, this fails there is nothing for it but to ask the rest to hold hard; this never fails, unless you are in the first lot.

I greatly refreshed myself with two or three blackberries which I picked from the hedge as I went along.

Advice. Never get into an orchard to get pears or apples, they only blow you out, besides which you get cold whilst

picking them, and stand the chance of getting a pitch-fork run into a certain part of your anatomy.

We only had one ploughed field to do, thanks to the hares (most unusual consideration on their part I may say); over this we trotted.

Advice. Don't funk a ploughed field; it is much less trouble to go across it than to toil round; always jog over, the mud does not stick to your feet so much.

Next, after some very up-hill work we got on to King's Weston Downs, doing these pretty quickly.

Advice.-Always "spurt" over these Downs; the turf is like India-rubber, you have only to let your feet go down pretty hard, and they spring up again of their own accord.

And now we had a good stretch of "'ammer, 'ammer, 'ammer, on the 'ard 'igh road;" and came without much more ado to the Downs in a pretty fagged state. However, we ground" over the first half of them to the Stoke road and then took it easy to the quarry near Pembroke road.

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Advice. Always walk over the last part of the Downs, in order that you may come in with a spurt and look as though you were as fresh as a lark.

We came in in fine style, just five-and-twenty minutes after the hares, and departed to our several boarding-houses. The most enjoyable part of the day, in my opinion, was the glass of beer; which, however, I took care not to drink till I had eaten two or three biscuits, which I always keep in my study for such occasions.

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Advice. Never drink beer after a run, without first eating something, or it will make you feel seedy" all the evening. N. R. P.

A VISIT TO THE HOUSE OF SLEEP.

Through realms of fire and water next the Sprite
Speeds on; and to the House of Sleep he goes.
Swiftly he flies, but slower as the night
And murky gloom grow deeper, for he knows
And feels as he draws nigh his eyes must close.
The guardian dogs lie watchful in their lair-
The body's rest, the quiet of the soul is there.

The moon shone forth her double light and ray;
Within the double gates lay heavy sleep,
Who ne'er had seen the sun of brighter day.
The silver streamlet from the rock did weep,
And spouting down from shelf to shelf would leap.
And when he saw the giant Morpheus calm,--
Care, through the gates, with hollow eyes would
Till loud the heavy dogs gave the alarm,
Obedient to their master's will to keep out harm.

peep

RAVEN.

SCHOOL DEBATING SOCIETY.

A Debating Society had flourished in the School House since May, when the Committee considered that it had gained sufficient strength to form the nucleus of a School Debating Society. Accordingly the matter was brought before a Sixth Levée, and it was determined that the School House Society should be transplanted into the School. The first debate took place on Saturday evening, November 2nd; the subject was "The Enfranchisement of Women would prove a great evil to the Country." Neale, Bird, ma., and Hall spoke for the motion; Bean, Tylecote, mi., and Pearson against it. The division resulted in a majority for the motion; 16 voting for, and 4 against it. At present Neale is president, and Mc.Mullen secretary. The Committee are Neale, Hall, ma., Bird, ma., Swann, Hinde, Tylecote, ma, Tylecote, mi., Riddell, Mc.Mullen, and Yockney.

OPEN PRIZES.-MIDSUMMER, 1867.

English Essay.-Given by Rev. Jas. Heyworth. 1st., G. E. Bird; 2nd., E. Bean.

English Poem.-Given by Rev. T. E. Brown.

E. Bean.

History.-Given by Rev. R. B. Poole.
J. A. Neale.

Latin Prose.-Given by the Head-Master.

1st., not awarded; 2nd., E. N. P. Moor.