In the comfortable old wainscoted College-Hall, and round about Roubilliac's statue of Saint Boniface (who stands in an attitude of seraphic benediction over the uncommonly good cheer of the fellows' table) there are portraits of many most eminent Bonifacians.

There is the learned Doctor Griddle, who suffered in Henry VIII.'s time, and Archbishop Bush who roasted him--there is Lord Chief Justice Hicks--the Duke of St.David's, K.G., Chancellor of the University and Member of this College--Sprott the Poet, of whose fame the college is justly proud--Doctor Blogg, the late master, and friend of Doctor Johnson, who visited him at Saint Boniface--and other lawyers, scholars, and divines, whose portraitures look from the walls, or whose coats-of-arms shine in emerald and ruby, gold and azure, in the tall windows of the refectory.

The venerable cook of the college is one of the best artists in Oxbridge (his son took the highest honours in the other University of Camford), and the wine in the fellows' room has long been famed for its excellence and abundance.
Into this certainly not the least snugly sheltered arbour amongst the groves of Academe, Pen now found his way, leaning on his uncle's arm, and they speedily reached Mr.Buck's rooms, and were conducted into the apartment of that courteous gentleman.
He had received previous information from Dr.Portman regarding Pen, with respect to whose family, fortune, and personal merits the honest Doctor had spoken with no small enthusiasm.

Indeed Portman had described Arthur to the tutor as "a young gentleman of some fortune and landed estate, of one of the most ancient families in the kingdom, and possessing such a character and genius as were sure, under the proper guidance, to make him a credit to the college and the university." Under such recommendations the tutor was, of course, most cordial to the young freshman and his guardian, invited the latter to dine in hall, where he would have the satisfaction of seeing his nephew wear his gown and eat his dinner for the first time, and requested the pair to take wine at his rooms after hall, and in consequence of the highly favourable report he had received of Mr.Arthur Pendennis, said, he should be happy to give him the best set of rooms to be had in college--a gentleman-pensioner's set, indeed, which were just luckily vacant.

So they parted until dinner-time, which was very near at hand, and Major Pendennis pronounced Mr.Buck to be uncommonly civil indeed.