tle impertinent, as becomes a high-spirited youth. He was
perfectly generous and free-handed with his money, which seemed
pretty plentiful. He loved joviality, and had a good voice for a song.
Boat-racing had not risen in Pen's time to the fureur which, as we are
given to understand, it has since attained in the university; and riding
and tandem-driving were the fashions of the ingenuous youth. Pen rode
well to hounds, appeared in pink, as became a young buck, and, not
particularly extravagant in equestrian or any other amusement, yet
managed to run up a fine bill at Nile's, the livery-stable keeper, and
in a number of other quarters. In fact, this lucky young gentleman had
almost every taste to a considerable degree. He was very fond of books
of all sorts: Doctor Portman had taught him to like rare editions, and
his own taste led him to like beautiful bindings. It was marvellous
what tall copies, and gilding, and marbling, and blind-tooling, the
booksellers and binders put upon Pen's bookshelves. He had a very
fair taste in matters of art, and a keen relish for prints of a high
school--none of your French Opera Dancers, or tawdry Racing Prints, such
as had delighted the simple eyes of Mr. Spicer, his predecessor--but
your Stranges, and Rembrandt etchings, and Wilkies before the letter,
with which his apartments were furnished presently in the most perfect
good taste, as was allowed in the university, where this young fellow
got no small reputation. We have mentioned that he exhibited a certain
partiality for rings, jewellery, and fine raiment of all sorts; and
it must be owned that Mr. Pen, during his time at the university, was
rather a dressy man, and loved to array himself in splendour. He and his
polite friends would dress themselves out with as much care in order to
go and dine at each other's rooms, as other folks would who were going
to enslave a mistress. They said he used to wear rings over his
kid gloves, which he always denies; but what follies will not youth
perpetrate with its own admirable gravity and simplicity? That he took
perfumed baths is a truth; and he used to say that he took them after
meeting certain men of a very low set in hall.

In Pen's second year, when Miss Fotheringay made her chief hit in
London, and scores of prints were published of her, Pen had one of these
hung in his bedroom, and confided to the men of his set how awfully, how
wildly, how madly, how passionately, he had loved that wo