2/4 A BOOK ABOUT ROSES. 



and snorts, he goes in quest of that individual, 

 expresses entire confidence in his unerring judg- 

 ment, and the happiness which he feels in submit- 

 ting his Roses to a man who can appreciate them, 

 instead of to such a set of old women as were 



recently judging at , when they ought to 



have been in bed. 



Alas for our poor feeble humanity! — two hours 

 later Mr. Irascible, finding no prize-card on his 

 boxes, denounces Mr. T. as an ignorant humbug, 

 or knows for a fact that he is in vile collusion with 

 the principal winners of the day — reminding me, 

 in his swift transition from praise to condemna- 

 tion, from love to hate, of a ludicrous Oxford 

 scene. 



Tom Perrin kept livery-stables, and in those 

 stables the stoutest of wheelers, and the liveliest 

 of leaders for our tandems and fours-in-hand. 

 Unhappily for Tom, all driving in extenso was 

 strictly forbidden, and he came, in consequence, 

 to frequent collisions with our potent, grave, and 

 reverend Dons. Upon the occasion to which I 

 refer, he had been summoned to appear before the 

 Vice-Chancellor, Doctor MacBride, then Principal 

 of Magdalen Hall, now known as Hertford Col- 

 lege; and as the offence was flagrant, and his 

 previous convictions were numerous, he was spe- 



