Snob.

At five-and-twenty, Crump invented three new metres, and published
an edition of an exceedingly improper Greek Comedy, with no less than
twenty emendations upon the German text of Schnupfenius and Schnapsius.
These Services to religion instantly pointed him out for advancement in
the Church, and he is now President of Saint Boniface, and very narrowly
escaped the bench.

Crump thinks Saint Boniface the centre of the world, and his position as
President the highest in England. He expects the fellows and tutors to
pay him the same sort of service that Cardinals pay to the Pope. I am
sure Crawler would have no objection to carry his trencher, or Page to
hold up the skirts of his gown as he stalks into chapel. He roars out
the responses there as if it were an honour to heaven that the President
of Saint Boniface should take a part in the service, and in his own
lodge and college acknowledges the Sovereign only as his superior.

When the allied monarchs came down, and were made Doctors of the
University, a breakfast was given at Saint Boniface; on which occasion
Crump allowed the Emperor Alexander to walk before him, but took the PAS
himself of the King of Prussia and Prince Blucher. He was going to put
the Hetman Platoff to breakfast at a side-table with the under college
tutors; but he was induced to relent, and merely entertained that
distinguished Cossack with a discourse on his own language, in which he
showed that the Hetman knew nothing about it.

As for us undergraduates, we scarcely knew more about Crump than about
the Grand Llama. A few favoured youths are asked occasionally to tea at
the lodge; but they do not speak unless first addressed by the Doctor;
and if they venture to sit down, Crump's follower, Mr. Toady, whispers,
'Gentlemen, will you have the kindness to get up?--The President is
passing;' or 'Gentlemen, the President prefers that undergraduates
should not sit down;' or words to a similar effect.

To do Crump justice, he does not cringe now to great people. He rather
patronizes them than otherwise; and, in London, speaks quite affably to
a Duke who has been brought up at his college, or holds out a finger
to a Marquis. He does not disguise his own origin, but brags of it with
considerable self-gratulation:--'I was a Charity-boy,' says he; 'see
what I am now; the greatest Greek scholar of the greatest College of the
greatest University of the greatest Empire in the world.' The argument
being