He shook his head, as he sadly repeated, "-- -misera ante diem, subitoque accensa furore;" but when he came to the lines, "Ergo Iris croceis per coelum roscida pennis Mille trahens varios adverso Sole colores," he jumped up with a great exclamation, which the particular recording angel who heard it pretended not to understand, or it might have gone hard with the Latin tutor some time or other.
"Iris shall be her name!"-- he said.

So her name was Iris.
-- The natural end of a tutor is to perish by starvation.

It is only a question of time, just as with the burning of college libraries.

These all burn up sooner or later, provided they are not housed in brick or stone and iron.

I don't mean that you will see in the registry of deaths that this or that particular tutor died of well-marked, uncomplicated starvation.