Word: said
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Dates: during 1870-1879
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...delivered the Chancellor's prize poem, and began his literary life when quite young. From the same source we learn that he was elected to Parliament as a Liberal, and afterwards as a Reform candidate, - the date of his being raised to the peerage, etc. For this the said journal deserves much thanks. But it is surprising to me that none of our magazines or weekly papers have, as yet, given a more extended account of his life, with a review of his literary works. The writer wishes he were equal to the emergency...
...writer cannot but feel how little he has said that was not already known to the majority of readers. His surprise, however, at being unable to find more than one or two of Bulwer's productions at several of the leading bookstores, and that the College Library was so scantily supplied with them, prompted him to write this...
...relations with our instructors are for the most part pleasant. There is not, as is said to be the case in many colleges, a continual state of warfare between students and professors. Their hesitation in dismissing a man is very grateful to us, while any requests on their part are usually heeded. From the President's remarks in his Report about compulsory attendance at all college exercises, there is hope that it will not be long before this is a thing of the past...
...mean tricks on duns. I was in Smith's room last week, when there came a suspicious knock at the door, - suspicious because it was unaccompanied by that vigorous kick on the lower panel which usually characterizes the summons of Smithie's friends. That individual in fearless tone said, "Come!" Enter an elderly gentleman with silver locks, supposed to be not entirely unconnected with the coal-trade. "Is Mr. Smith in?" Smith, in dressing-gown and slippers: "No, sir, Mr. Smith has just gone to recitation, and won't be back for four hours." Exit the thrall of carbon...
...trick played on a dun by my chum last year. My chum had been deluded enough to subscribe to one of those periodical editions of Don Quixote, under the pleasing belief that it would be a fine thing to acquire Cervantes in so cheap a manner. "Just think!" he said. "Only fifty cents to be paid each week. And, really, every fellow should own Don Quixote." Affairs went on smoothly for two or three weeks. The payments were prompt, and each number of the periodical was eagerly devoured. But at about the time mentioned my chum became very hard...