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used to give it out from Barnes's Eooms, in 

 the Old Trinity Tower, myself sometimes 

 leading the voices, till one night we roused 

 old Bishop Watson, the then Master of Trinity, 

 from his slumbers, and he sent the porter to 

 bid us dismiss our company and depart in 

 peace. 



Pardon me, my dear reader, but you know 

 my desperate, digressive spirit : I must bring 

 in here a little story of that memorable evening. 

 My dear old friend — the best, the pleasantest, 

 and the cleverest man of the day, the soundest 

 lawyer in England, — was among the party. He 

 demurred to the porter's summons, and sent, 

 through him, his compliments to the Bishop, to 

 say he protested against this interference with 

 the liberty of the subject. The porter returns 

 with an order to the recusant to attend the 

 Bishop personally and immediately. E. goes 

 and appears before his lordship. Interrogated 

 as to the reason of this extraordinary uproar at 

 such an undue season of the night, 



"No uproar at all, my lord," retorts E., 

 " only a few lovers of hberty assembled 

 together, and we have been singing ' Scots 

 wha ha'e wi Wallace bled.' " 



The Bishop, who was a scholar and a wag — 

 '* Then, Mr. , as you are so very fond of 



