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the character they have received. After an excel- 

 lent dinner, we adjourned to the chapel, where on 

 my making the request, my favourite anthem by 

 Kent, ' Lord hear our prayer,' was delightfully 

 sung. This fine anthem, the beauty and lightness 

 of the architecture of the chapel, while the shades 

 of evening were resting upon it, and the propriety 

 with which the service was performed, all left an 

 impression on the mind of the most pleasing kind. 



Bear me to that all glorious fane 

 Superb, ' with storied windows richly dight,' 

 Where I may hear beneath its wondrous roof, 

 The swelling notes of softest symphonies 

 And anthems of such pleasant harmony, 

 As charm the soul with sweet enthusiasm. 



After chapel, we adjourned to the common room, 

 to partake of wine and desert. Those only who 

 have witnessed the comforts to be met with there, 

 can fully appreciate them. A good blazing fire, 

 excellent wine, and agreeable conversation, made 

 the evening pass most pleasantly, and it was con- 

 cluded with a rubber of whist. 



While I was sauntering along the High Street 

 the next day, I was accosted by two young gowns- 

 men, whom I had formerly known and pouched at 

 Eton. They pressed me so much to join their 

 wine party in the evening, that I was obliged to 

 consent, although I endeavoured duly to impress 

 upon them how much an old fellow, like myself, 

 would be out of his element in the society of a 



