agnificent sight.
As the crack Eight of the river sped swiftly after her rival, cheers
arose from the bank, and odds on both boats were freely taken and offered
by the _cognoscenti_.

You and I, _amigo mio_! have seen many a race in our day. We have seen
the 'Varsity crews flash neck and neck past Lillie Bridge: we have held
our breath while Orme ran a dead heat with Eclipse for the Grand
National: we have read how the victor of the _pancratium_ panted to the
_meta_ amid the Io Triumphes of Attica's vine-clad Acropolis. But we did
not see the great Christ Church and Charsley's race--that great contest
which is still the talk of many a learned lecture-room. They say the
pace was tremendous. Four men fainted in the Christ Church boat, and
Trevyllyan's crew repeatedly entreated him to stop. But he held on,
inexorable as the Erinnyes.

Fair as Pallas Anadyomene--fair as the Venus whom Milo fashioned _pour se
desennuyer_ in his exile at Marseilles--the Lady Gwendolen de St. Emilion
sat throned on the University Barge, and watched the heroes as their bare
arms flashed in the moonlight. And now they were through the Gut, and
the nose of the Charsley's boat pressed hard on its rival: yet Fane
Trevyllyan did not make his final effort. Would he spare Glanville
Ferrers? _Quien sabe_? They had been friends--once. But the die was
cast. As the boats sped past her the Lady Gwendolen stooped from her
pride of place and threw a rose--just one--into the painted poop of the
Christ Church wherry. That was all: but it was enough. Trevyllyan saw
the action where he sat: one final, magnificent, unswerving stroke--those
who saw it thought it would never end!--and with a muttered "Habet!" he
sent the brazen beak of his Eight crashing in among the shattered oars of
his helpless competitor.

_Galeotto fu il libro_, _e chi lo scrisse_.

II. NEW OR KODAK STYLE
(From the French)

If they are frivolous, these Universities!
At present great sensation in Oxford: this town, so gloomy, so sad
ordinarily, is to-day _en fete_.
Is it that one elects a new _Vice-Chancellor_?
No.
It is the contest aquatic of the Colleges which goes to take place.
One discusses in the _salons_ the most _chic_ how many kilogrammes
they weigh, these heroes of the oar.
Everywhere Professors in straw hats and Heads of Colleges _en
matelot_.
What a spectacle!
. . . . .
On the barges. . . .
Grouped on these ve