Cuthbert Bede

“ Bouncer, who testified his joy at the success of their coup d'état, by blowing on his horn loud blasts that might have been borne by Fontarabian echoes, and which rang through poor Verdant's head with indescribable jarrings.
"Well, Verdant," said Charles Larkyns, "how do you find yourself this morning? You look rather shaky."
"He ain't a very lively picter, is he?" remarked little Mr. Bouncer, with the air of a connoisseur; "peakyish you feel, don't you, now, with a touch of the mulligrubs in your collywobbles? Ah, I know what it is, my boy."
It was more than our hero did ”

“ Mr. Bouncer (who does not particularly care for the words of a song, but only appreciates the chorus) —"That'll do, old feller! We ain't pertickler,— (rushes with great deliberation and noise to the chorus) "That you lo-oved me sti-ill the sa-ha-hame—chorus, gentlemen!"
Omnes (in various keys and time) . "That you lo-oved me sti-ill the same."
Mr. Bouncer (to Mr. Green, alluding remotely to the opera) . "Now my Bohemian gal, can't you come out to-night? Spit us out a yard or two more, Gig-lamps."
Mr. Verdant Green (who has again taken the opportunity to clear his throat) . ”

“ When the chorus had been sung over three or four times, and Mr. Verdant Green's name had been proclaimed with equal noise, that gentleman rose (with great difficulty) , to return thanks. He was understood to speak as follows:
"Genelum anladies (cheers) ,—I meangenelum. ("That's about the ticket, old feller!" from Mr. Bouncer.) Customd syam plic speakn, I—I— (hear, hear) —feel bliged drinkmyel. I'm fresman, genelum, and prowtitle (loud cheers) . Myfren Misserboucer, fallowme callm myfren! ("In course, Gig-lamps, you do me proud, old feller.") ”

“ Smalls' small room with an atmosphere that was of the smoke, smoky. Smoke produces thirst; and the cup, punch, egg-flip, sherry-cobblers, and other liquids, which had been so liberally provided, were being consumed by the members of the party as though it had been their drink from childhood; while the conversation was of a kind very different to what our hero had anticipated, being for the most part vapid and unmeaning, and (must it be confessed?) ”

“ Filcher, with a passing thought that freshmen were sadly degenerating, and could not manage their three bottles as they did when he was first a scout: "bain't you well, sir?"
"Not very well, Robert, thank you. I—my head aches, and I'm afraid I shall not be able to get up for chapel. Will the Master be very angry?"
"Well, he might be, you see, sir," replied Mr. Filcher, who never lost an opportunity of making anything out of his master's infirmities; "but if you'll leave it to me, sir, I'll make it all right for you, I will. Of course you'd like to take out an æger, sir ”

“ Our hero felt that the unexpected exigencies of the case demanded from him some sacrifice; while he consoled himself by the reflection, that, on the homoeopathic principle of "likes cure likes," a cigar was the best preventive against any ill effects arising from the combination of the thirty gentlemen who were generating smoke with all the ardour of lime-kilns or young volcanoes, and filling Mr. ”