We were premature in pronouncing our verdict of youthful Snobbishness The man without straps fulfilled his destiny and duty.

He eased his old governor, the curate in Westmoreland, or helped his sisters to set up the Ladies' School.

He wrote a 'Dictionary,' or a 'Treatise on Conic Sections,' as his nature and genius prompted.

He got a fellowship: and then took to himself a wife, and a living.

He presides over a parish now, and thinks it rather a dashing thing to belong to the 'Oxford and Cambridge Club;' and his parishioners love him, and snore under his sermons.