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above the fireplace, whither our eyes are drawn by the vigorous yet 

 delicate outlines of Alpine ranges, displayed in long panorama, the 

 fruits of the Professor's pencil in Long Vacation rambles. The 

 Tutor takes his seat at the table, and perhaps spends a good 

 half-hour in a running commentary on the answers we have given 

 to his preparatory examination papers, or, it may be, discusses with 

 stimulus and advice some budding idea which by an artful kindness 

 he leaves us to imagine is as interesting to him as to ourselves. Out 

 of this room a door leads into another, larger, and by its light and 

 elegant furniture proclaimed the drawing-room ; on the walls are 

 many beautiful glimpses of mountain scenery in. the dream-like 

 colouring of Elijah Walton. This is the place of many a social 

 gathering, especially after Chapel on Sunday evenings : there you, 

 an undergraduate, just out of your teens, may meet Adams of 

 Neptunian fame, and recognize, to your surprise, that he is really 

 a fellow man ; Miller, the most exact of mineralogists, will probably 

 be there ; and sometimes there are ladies, and the gracious presence 

 of Miss Bonney, the Tutor's sister. This time it is the last meeting 

 in the May Term, and we discuss the coming Vacation ramble ; 

 a few weeks, and the scene has shifted to the Lizard, where the 

 class, nearly a full score strong, is hammering out the mysteries 

 of gabbro and serpentine, and hornblende-schist. There is Teall, 

 he is very busy over a supposed Troctolite at Coverack, and by his 

 side Jukes-Browne, adherent with argument ; Milnes-Marshall is on 

 the beach sketching a queer dyke over which SoUas is climbing 

 with cat-like agility ; E. D. Roberts is busy with a notebook, and 

 Strahan is discussing with the Professor a question of intersection, 

 whether the gabbro cuts the el van or the el van cuts the gabbro. 

 It is a long sunny day; at its close the Professor presides at 

 a frugal meal, and we come home to quarters by boat ; Edmund 

 Kelly, with his clean-cut Greek profile, wearing a Phrygian red cap, 

 takes the helm and steers with the courage of an ancient Viking. 

 Such were those days when life was young and tobacco was sweet, 

 and our revered Professor was a great boy like the rest of us, only 

 infinitely more wise. 



In 1877 Bonney was elected Professor of Geology in University 

 College, London, but still continued to lecture at St. John's ; in 

 1881, on being appointed Secretary of the British Association, he 

 finally quitted Cambridge and took up his residence in London, on 

 the borders of Hampstead Heath. 



On an endowment accruing to the Chair in University College in 

 1885, he resigned the Secretaryship of the Association in order the 

 better to devote himself to the professorship. This, however, was 

 very uphill work ; single-handed, and unprovided with modern 

 appliances, he found himself set to make bricks without straw. To 

 add to his difficulties the effects of the agricultural depression now 

 began to make themselves felt, and he found it necessary to supple- 

 ment his income by literary work ; thus commenced his connection 

 with one of the leading London journals, for which he still continues 

 to write. In 1901 he resigned the professorship and was succeeded 



