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breath stirred the mighty ocean, ouly the recollec- 

 tion of some past gale moved its troubled breast ; 

 and the hollow cliffs echoed and exaggerated the 

 sullen mutterings of its waves as they dashed upon 

 the sea-worn rocks beneath. The scene, the sounds, 

 and associations, were impressive, but for a time 

 at any rate they were forgotten, as the pigeons, dis- 

 turbed by our entrance, whirled round the ruin, 

 occasionally trying to settle above us upon the 

 centra] tower.; Fortune smiled upon us, and Austen 

 was perfectly delighted ; indeed, I never heard him 

 express himself so strongly with reference to any 

 sport as he did that evening as we walked home in 

 the calm clear moonlight in happy ignorance of the 

 future. Next night we returned to the ruin, but it 

 was amid rain and wind such are the vicissitudes 

 of life. 



"And now 1 have dealt briefly with the studies 

 and amusements which were dearest to my friend ; 

 but I cannot close this brief notice without alluding 

 to that kindliness and hospitality, which were 

 among his chief characteristics. 



" He was indeed 'given to hospitality/ a hospi- 

 tality which was not only for his own companions, 

 but extended gracefully to their relatives, and even 

 to their chance visitors. When he learned that 

 any such were sojourning for however short a 

 time in Cambridge, he was ever anxious to be 



