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"I will take you, Agnes," I firmly answered, "where disappointed lovers, broken hearts, and the wounded slaves of Cupid find a happy and honourable asylum, where opposing parents cease to reign, where the tyranny of guardians is as the wind, and where the power of Chancellors is thrown to the ground. I will take thee, my charming, beautiful Agnes, where in a few days I will make thee my true and loving wife to that only resting-place of tortured love-Gretna Green. Will you go with me?"

After I had spoken, she raised one hand to her forehead, and remained as if in deep thought for about a mir.ute; then removing it, and taking mine, said impressively:

"I will go, Guy; I will go with you to any part of the world."

The old servant, who had been witnessing the last act with intense anxiety, could no longer restrain his delight at the termination of it; but, patting Agnes fondly on the shoulder, exclaimed:

"Oh! Missy, darling, I am so glad you have said the word. You will be so happy, and love each other all day long, and those villains will be done out of their plunder, and may go arm-in-arm to a certain hot place together.

Affairs in the pantry now assumed a very different aspect-all was joy and mutual congratulation, and warm friendship. As for Agnes and I, we gave ourselves up uncontrolled to the tenderest expressions of our renewed feelings, and made fresh vows of eternal love. John insisted upon one bumper, to seal the bargain, which was drunk with the sincerest affection by all three for its successful carrying out.

"No fear, dearest Agnes," said I, "I will not fail; I will take the first step to-night, if that is a good one: what follows will lead us to certain victory and happiness. But if taken, or rather overtaken-and we must not think of such a thing-they cannot hurt you, my own Agnes, and as for me, I can take care of myself; only remember this-don't be frightened by them or threats. Demand firmly and unyieldingly to be taken before the Lord Chancellor: he is a good and just man, and is your legal parent. Relate to him the plain, unvarnished history of your troubles: he will listen to you with patience and kindness, and give you the protection you seek and deserve. Insist on this point, and carry it, even by force, and you will escape at least a return to the captivity and cruelty of your uncle and the beastly embrace of a heartless and mercenary lover."

At that moment John, whose ears appeared more sensative than a fox's, declared he heard a carriage in the distance.

"Come," he exclaimed with an authority worthy of the cause, "tear yourself apart. Yes! it is Belzebub returning. You, Miss Agnes, run for your life to your mother's apartment; but tell her nothing of this: I will take care she is not uneasy about you at the proper time. Now, let us have no more nonsense, but Master Guy, I will let you out through a gate in the garden-wall.

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As we parted I promised she should hear from me the same night, as to what I had done; for this purpose, John, our confident and partdirector, agreed to meet me at our old rendezvous-" The Public." Thus, true happiness for the first time seemed to smile on the fortunes of Guy May.

A FISHING EXCURSION IN THE LOWLANDS OF

SCOTLAND.

BY WANDERER.

(Continued.)

St. Peter's College, or Petershouse, as it is more frequently called, which was founded by Hugh de Balsham in 1284, has three courts, the first of which contains the chapel, the library, and other buildings; the second, which was one of the earliest cased in the modern style, with Kelton stone, now forms a neat quadrangle. The third, or Gisborne Court, was built by a munificent donation of the Rev. Francis Gisborne, formerly a fellow of this college. It is in the Gothic style, and so differs from the other parts of the building. This college does not present such a remarkable appearance as one might expect from its antiquity; but though a great portion of the original building still remains, it has been so much altered that it does not at once strike the beholder as being of very ancient date. The chapel wears an appearance of solemnity, with its canopical stalls, beautiful coned ceiling, and painted windows.

The first stone of Downing College (to which we migrated from Clare Hall when an undergraduate) was laid on the 18th May, 1807, under the will of Sir G. Downing, of Gamlingay Park, in the county of Cambridge. Only a portion has been built up to the present time; and certainly we were surprised on the occasion of our last visit to the University to see our college still in statu quo, although during our residence there, nearly a quarter of a century ago, two more sides to the court, as well as a chapel, were threatened to be crected. Certainly, as regards the comfort of residence (including the luxuries of good cookery), we should consider it a piece of ingratitude did we not declare it to be almost perfect. The college rooms are excellent, and the number of undergraduates being but small, the college represents a very comfortable club, while the discipline is naturally more than would be necessary in a larger college.

We can well remember when, during the Newmarket Races, the undergraduates, both of Trinity and St. John's, &c., were required to show themselves in hall every day at 4 p.m. We received a polite message from the college tutor, inquiring at what hour it would be convenient to us to fix the hall. Half-past five was the hour we found enabled us to see all that was interesting, and to bowl home, as our custom was, in a phaeton and a pair of posters, for which four of us clubbing together paid only two pounds; while we had the benefit of the carriage on the course as a kind of Grand Stand, including a good supply of sandwiches, ham, tongue, co'd fowl, ale, porter, and champagne!

We must confess that we cannot compare this college with any other in the University as regards architecture (which is Grecian), although it was built at a very great expense. In our undergraduate days it was generally compared by other gownsmen to a deserted railway station; and indeed with all reverence and respect to the building in which we spent three most happy years, we must confess that it was a most appropriate epithet. This college is to consist of one very large quadrangle. The portions which are already completed consist of the east and west sides of the square, containing the hall, combinationroom, the master's lodge, and apartments for the fellows and professors.

The hall and the master's lodge form the wings of the south front; the centre will comprise the chapel and library; while the remaining portion of the court will be for the residence of students.

This society will consist of a master, two professors, sixteen fellows, two chaplains, and six scholars. Two benefices are in the patronage of this college, and the Queen is the visitor. The grounds belonging to this college are of considerable extent.

We here insert an extract of a very fair account of our University

boat race:

"It is an interesting sight on a fine summer's evening, about seven o'clock, to see the population of Cambridge, gowned and ungowned, pouring by several avenues across the broad common between the town and the river. The distance to the racing ground is not less than two miles; but the journey is enlivened by the procession of the racingboats which follow each other in order, with their flags flying, proceeding at an easy pace, their crews perhaps, not a little anxious to elicit admiration by the neatness of their trim and the jauntiness of their demeanour. The racing-course extends about a mile and a furlong; being almost entirely embraced by two long reaches of the river, which make an elbow opposite the pretty church and vicarage gardens of Ditton, and form a boundary on the left bank to a common or fen which extends far away into the distance. Along the edge of this common runs the towing-path, which is occupied by the spectators. Boats of all sizes are drawn up along the banks, and, on the opposite side of the river, which is impracticable for those who wish to keep up with the boats, are stationed groups of ladies and the less enthusiastic admirers of the sport.

"What situation can there be in life of such thrilling interest as the few minutes preceding a University boat-race? Let the reader conceive from twenty to thirty boats arranged at brief intervals along a straight reach of five or six hundred yards in length; their prows projecting into the middle of the stream in the very attitude of nautical impatience, the steerer in each boat holding the extremity of the rope by which his place is ascertained by the extremity of his fingers; in each are eight men leaning cagerly forward with the corner of their blades just touching the water, to give the utmost advantage of time. and sweep to their start, the dense crowd on the bank watching the signals in breathless silence, and a sympathetic suspense spreading along the chain of spectators from the mass collected on the spot to the straggling groups at the extremity of the course; and then let

him imagine the sudden contrast as soon as the gun has been fired; the instant dash of two hundred oars, the steady double knock of two hundred row-locks, the rush, the whirl of the narrow stream torn into ten thousand conflicting eddies, and high above all universal uproar from the banks, the shouting, the screaming, the frenzy, the Niagara of the human voice! And now stationed at a prudent distance, you see the black column which had fixed itself alongside the first boats dashing round the first corner, scattering at its approach the smaller knots of spectators whose anxiety it is to keep a-head of the tumult and spare themselves the whole length of the

course.

"Off run the stragglers with averted faces trying to get a glimpse of what is going on behind them, and yet to avoid the dangers of the whirlpool gathering on their heels.

"See a small man in a cap, without a gown, which latter he has deposited in his skiff or four-oar. He runs a few paces, turns, gets a glimpse of the John's in red Jersey, up he jumps on tiptoe, utters a faint "John's," and scuds again thirty yards further. The boat is close at his heels; he turns again, and is instantly closed in, jostled against, at a disadvantage, and thrown down, his cap in the stream, his coat-tails in some lingering puddle; you see him no more, he has melted into the yeast of that human inundation.

"And now, we too, are absorbed in the general rush, happily without the misfortune of the small Johnian. Opposite to the Ditton corner we are alonside the veteran Johnians; behind them is the Trinity within twenty yards, it is shorter by five feet than its rival, and will gain round the corner. There is no water for the bow-bars within ten feet of the bank, and the steerer must have steady nerves to keep his course at the proper distance. And now numbers two and four, who have been pulling their hardest in company with the rest must pull harder still to coax the boat round the corner.

"Not half the distance has yet been done, the men are still in full vigour; the turn of the river has brought them within a few feet of the crowd on the bank, and they are saluted by name or number by many once familiar voices. But little heed is there on board of individual recognitions. All the attention they can spare from their work is to the rise and fall of the tumultuous shout. If it slacks, the popular opinion favours the escape of the Johnians, if it thickens, prow and stern are nearing each other, if it rises to a frenzy pitch it may be a question of two, or three, or four more strokes.

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"These considerations are principally for the hinder boat, in which the inability to see must be compensated by a greater acuteness of ear. Now is the time to exercise that organ, an inhuman individual howl has risen above the clan, Three strokes will do it!' And three, nay six strokes are taken-such as can only be taken by desperate men-distinct heaves of the boat, and the Trinity has overlapped the St. John's. There are some that say she touched her, but in vain. The Trinity steerer has jerked his strings the least bit too suddenly; Trinity bowoar, in the agony of his impatience, has glanced over his shoulder and jogged the boat, the preternatural impulse cannot be kept up; bow and stern are again separate, and the clear sharp line of the water between

them grows longer and longer after each interval of their uneven strokes.

"On both sides there has been a desperate spurt, and on both sides it is succeeded by some languor; men begin to abate a little of their confidence in going back,' and their fingers are not quite so sure of their grasp of the oar. The only consolation to each is that probably their rivals are equally uneasy. But, hark! that unfeeling shout! It rises again; it works upon the sensibilities of the Trinity crew, they cannot resist the appeal. They fancy they must be nearer than they

are.

"Who shall describe the sickening feeling with which a man contemplates the nose of the boat behind him when it is spurting into him the second time!

"Now! gurgles forth the captain. You respect him, for he thinks it is his duty. Now! now!' responds the steerer, with the ease of a Lucretian philosopher. You growl instinctively, but suppress your ire. 'N-o-ow, n-o-ow,' booms from the banks. You heed it no more than the dying gladiator. You think no more of generous emulation and gallant confidence that forbids you to throw up your oar and hide yourself in the bottom of the boat from the contumely of the world! But fortunately, while you are balancing these thoughts in your mind, discipline and habit, and the quickness of the stroke make it more difficult to slacken your exertions than to continue them. Nerves and sinews will work for a time independent of any perceptible volition, and while the sufferer feels as if he were only glued to the self-moving oar, he is, in fact, still putting forth his strength, and with little less effect than at starting.

"And so the Trinity boat is baffled again, and can spurt no more. It is a consolation to the vanquished to cast their eyes down the long reach, and at the moment that a feeble shout hails the arrival of the Johnian's at the post, to give a rough guess at the distance of some hundred and fifty yards between themselves and the Caius. But the great evening connected with boat-racing is at the close of the season, when the rival crews row in procession through the college walks and then all draw up alongside each other in King's and cheer the crew who are at the head of the river. Then may be seen that great multitude assembled on King's lawn and the bridges, and numbering perhaps some ten thousand human beings, all entering right heartily into the spirit of the scene. 'Tis then the fagging oarsman receives his well-earned laurels; and 'tis then when the shades of some soft May evening are falling around, that he feels the first taste of that sweet flattery-the praise that meets success. It is a pleasure once tasted never to be forgotten, and will form an incitement lasting as his life."

(To be continued.)

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