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...little disgusted when I came back from my Thanksgiving holiday, and found no fire in the grate and on the table an accumulated pile of circulars and bills, -a gilt-edged note from my tailor, which I took for an invitation; a postal card from a Sunday school; another with the College arms on it; and the rest advertisements, notices, and what not. The room was cold, dismal, and dusty, whereas I had fondly hoped that my chum would be back before me and have everything snug and comfortable. With the charitable intention of making him light the fire...
...tender and the baggage-car, with no refuge on either side; get into the car I cannot; to climb over the piled-up wood of the tender is impossible. I give up my hat to a sudden blast of wind. Now comes a demoniac shower of fire, - the grate is open ! A swarthy Vulcan rakes the ashes, and another throws in the wood, - Arcades ambo ! I cannot see ; innumerable particles of fiery ashes fly into my face. Frenzied, I pull my hat over my eyes...
THERE are many American college papers that rejoice in names which defy the tongue and grate harshly upon the ear; the following are some of the names given to our English contemporaries: Carthusian, Salopian, Cheltonian, Ulula, Wykehamist, Welingtonian, Malvernian, Armachian, Ousel, Elizabethan, Haileyburian, Denstonian, Glenalmond Chronicle, and Rossallian...
...high rank for his daily bread, has few of the amenities of life. After six or eight hours of sustained intellectual effort, an hour or two in the course of a week spent in dancing, or a half-hour with a party of fellow-students over an open grate with a pipe of Lone Jack or a mug of beer, cannot be productive of such lugubrious results as theorists imagine. The very fact that to hold a scholarship requires extraordinary abstinence, self-control, and mental strength, disproves the much-harped-upon liability to excess in matters of self-gratification...
...scout. All through the winter he used to put barely coal enough on the fire to keep it from going out, and would leave the door open and me shivering as long as he could. But now mark the change. I wake up in the morning and find my grate heaped to overflowing with red-hot coals. If I go out, and leave the window open to cool it off, I come back and find that my faithful servant has been in and shut it before me allowing the mercury to regain its former position, and from that lofty eminence...