DUM CAPIMUS CAPIMUR. 
A STRAY LEAF FROM A DIARY. 
UDGEON,— Hurley,— Julia ; — Nothing 
particularly exceptional or congruous 
‘surely in these three substantives'that 
hey should insist upon presenting 
themselves to my mental camera in 
such pertinacious juxtaposition? Nice, 
silky, euphemistic words they are, no doubt 
—words naturally suggestive of gurgling water, 
whispering willows, and what Barney Maguire calls 
the “laste taste in life” of dilettante sentimentalism ;— 
but is that any reason for their ringing the changes 
in a sort of “ grand chain” through my head all night, 
and taking me a regular slap in the face this morning 
the moment I opened my eyes upori the quadrangle 
of old Trinity Hall? Heigh-ho! who'd have thought 
that a week’s gudgeon-fishing would have produced 
such. psychological manifestations? And am I not 
lying, too, in saying that “gudgeon” is a euphemistic 
word? Distinctly : one moré wn-euphonious it would 
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