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Passage, when a gentleman in his academi- 

 cals crossed my path, and, stopping, asked 

 what I had under my arm. "Nothing, sir, 

 nothing," I replied, my eyes on the ground, 

 and my mind brooding on the wound my 

 pride had received ; I did not stop to observe 

 his benevolent aspect, neither was I roused 

 from my gloomy mood by the kindness of 

 his speech and manner, but moved to pass on. 



" Stop," he cried " stop you forget me, 

 I fear." 



I looked up and recognized the features 

 of one who had been foremost in the 

 University to praise and patronise my 

 maiden effort.* 



" What are you doing now ? " 



" Nothing." 



" Nothing ? Have you not written any- 

 thing lately? You promised me a copy 

 of any future productions long ago." 



I immediately handed him one, when 

 he paid me with a coin far above the 



* The Rev. Romilly, Registrar of the University. 



