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June came — with the long vacation, when all the men 

 went away, and my friend, I found, had left college and 

 taken rooms in the toA^^l. 



" Why is our friend not gone home ? " inquired I of 

 my wife. 



"He is waiting to see to whom the Chancellor's medal 

 is awarded." 



" Well," I said, " he has only to go to the University 

 jMarshal's — he will tell him." 



He did so, and the answer was, " No production good 

 enough ; therefore, no medal to be given." 



Satisfied, but not gratified, my friend packed up his 

 portmanteau and proceeded on his way to King's 

 Somborne that same night. 



Thus much for my versifying ; and now for the fact 

 of the desio;nation which T afterwards received — " Drao;s- 

 man and Poet " — being invariably afiixed to my name 

 when attached to a basket of game, or any other kind 

 present or notification I so frequently received from the 

 munificent inmates of Marham. 



It did not require much labour or much expense to 

 give birth to my little bantling, and scarce any pre- 

 paration. I sent it to the printer's with, perhaps, not a 

 little vanity, mixed up with the hope of pleasing my 

 friends and assisting my exchequer — the absence of any 

 Prize Poem for the year being very op^Dortune — and 

 equally acceptable to those who would dwell with 

 wonder on the author's position. Its appearance was 

 unlooked for ; and, therefore, took by surprise both 

 Dons and Undero:raduates, who had ao-ain beg-un to 

 assemble in October. 



