Clapperton and most of us are not disposed to claim a new election, now everything is settled, and you have already got in most of the subscriptions.

But it makes us think that even the virtuous Classics at Fellsgarth are not absolutely perfect even yet--which is a pity.
"Yours truly,-- "R.

Dangle." This pleasant letter, Fisher major, raging, carried to the captain.
Yorke pulled a long face when he read it.
"There's no truth in it, surely ?" said he.
"I can't answer for any foolery the juniors have been up to; but apart from that, it's a sheer lie, and the fellows deserve to be kicked." "Much better offer them a new election," said the captain.
"What! They'll get their man in." "My dear fellow, suppose they do.

You'll still belong to Fellsgarth.
They mustn't have a chance of saying they don't get fair play." "Well, perhaps you're right.

I don't care twopence about the treasurership, but I wouldn't like to be beaten by Brinkman." "I hope you won't be, old man," said the captain.
Next morning, when fellows got up, they found the following notice on the boards: "Elections.
"A protest having been handed in against the recent election for treasurer, notice is given that a fresh election will be held for this office on Friday next at 3.
"C.Y., Captain.".