_not_
eccentric (they leave that to lady professors and her Philistine
followers); that to dress becomingly is one of the principal objects of
life, and that true greatness is achieved as much by the study of the
art of dress as by any other noble pursuit or graceful accomplishment.
Are not Horatio Postlethwaite, Leonara Saffronia Gillan, Vandyke
Smithson entitled to greatness? And yet their laurels have been won
solely by the art of dress. Perhaps the lady professor has never read
'Sartor Resartus'! In conclusion, he would ask the Lady Professor to
refrain from casting obloquy upon the work of the Association which he
has the honour to represent; to prevail upon her pupils to abandon the
unfeminine attire which some of them have assumed, contrary to the first
principles of art; to array themselves in flowing robes of sage-green
and other choice colours (patterns enclosed), and to study art, instead
of absurd mathematics, which no one can understand, and do no one any
good.

(Approved by the Committee of the Aesthetic and Dress
Improvement Association.)
June, 18--.

[Editorial Note.]--The next letter, written by a pupil of the Lady
Professor, requires no explanation, and speaks for itself.

Jesus College, Cambridge,
March, 18--.

My dear Tutor,

You will be glad to hear that after superhuman exertions I have at last
succeeded in passing my Little-go, and I am eternally grateful to you
for all you have done for me. I should never have got through if it had
not been for you. All the coaches in Cambridge would never have managed
it, but you drove me through in a canter. And why? I never could make up
my mind to work for them; but when I coached with you, you made me like
it. I almost revelled in the Binomial when you wrote it out for me; and
then I could not help listening to you; and you looked so grieved when I
would not learn, and made me feel such a brute; so somehow or other you
drove some mathematics into my head, and I pulled through. By-the-bye, I
think you must have tried the 'brain wave' dodge with the examiners, as
five out of the six propositions in Euclid, which you told me to get up
specially, were set! I wish I could read people's thoughts; can you read
mine? If I were a Don, or a Fellow, or something, I would advise the
University to have some lady professors like you to teach the men,
instead of some of these sleepy old tutors. It