he is so skilfully presiding, that my glass has been allowed to sparkle on the board empty and useless." And as Charles Larkyns held out his glass towards Mr. Fosbrooke and the punch-bowl, he trolled out, in a rich, manly voice, old Cowley's anacreontic: "Fill up the bowl then, fill it high! Fill all the glasses there! For why Should every creature drink but I? Why, man of morals, tell me why?" By the time that the "man of morals" had ladled out for the company, and that Mr. Smalls' health had been drunk and responded to amid uproarious applause, Charles Larkyns' friendly diversion in our hero's favour had succeeded, and Mr. Verdant Green had regained his confidence, and had decided upon one of those vocal efforts which, in the bosom of his own family, and to the pianoforte accompaniment of his sisters, was accustomed to meet with great applause. And when he had hastily tossed off another glass of milk-punch (merely to clear his throat), he felt bold enough to answer the spirit-rappings which were again demanding "Mr. Green's song!" It was given much in the following manner: ~Mr. Verdant Green (in low plaintive tones, and fresh alarm at hearing the sounds of his own voice)~. "I dreamt that I dwe-elt in mar-arble halls, with" - ~Mr. Bouncer (interrupting)~. "Spit it out, Giglamps! Dis child can't hear whether it's Maudlin Hall you're singing about, or what." ~Omnes~. "Order! or-~der~! Shut up, Bouncer!" ~Charles Larkyns (encouragingly)~. "Try back, Verdant: never mind." ~Mr. Verdant Green (tries back, with increased confusion of ideas, resulting principally from the milk-punch and tobacco)~. "I dreamt that I dwe-elt in mar-arble halls, with vassals and serfs at my si-hi-hide; and - and - I beg your pardon, gentlemen, I really forget - oh, I know! - and I also dre-eamt, which ple-eased me most - no, that's not it" - ~Mr. Bouncer (who does not particularly care for the words of a [AN OXFORD FRESHMAN 75] song, but only appreciates the chorus)~ - "That'll do, old feller! We aint 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