Fate has interposed darkly, and the young voices are silent, and the eager brains have ceased to work.

This one had genius and a great descent, and seemed to be destined for honours which now are of little worth to him: that had virtue, learning, genius--every faculty and endowment which might secure love, admiration, and worldly fame: an obscure and solitary churchyard contains the grave of many fond hopes, and the pathetic stone which bids them farewell--I saw the sun shining on it in the fall of last year, and heard the sweet village choir raising anthems round about.

What boots whether it be Westminster or a little country spire which covers your ashes, or if, a few days sooner or later, the world forgets you?
Amidst these friends, then, and a host more, Pen passed more than two brilliant and happy years of his life.

He had his fill of pleasure and popularity.

No dinner- or supper-party was complete without him; and Pen's jovial wit, and Pen's songs, and dashing courage and frank and manly bearing, charmed all the undergraduates, and even disarmed the tutors who cried out at his idleness, and murmured about his extravagant way of life.