ch. Yet I think I have told you enough about them to enable you to
give me your valuable opinion on the propriety and wisdom of suffering
my son PETERLOO to enter an university, to the privileges of which he
will only be admitted on the condition that he swears to observe all the
foregoing Statutes, and a host of others, to the utmost of his power:
'_Scito te_,' says the Vice-Chancellor, as he gives the young man a copy
of the book which I have now been considering, '_Scito te in matriculam
Universitatis hodie relatum esse, sub hac conditione, sempe, ut omnia
Statuta, hoc libro comprehensa, pro virili observes_.'

"But I will add one word in favour of a few more Statutes of this
'_Tit._ XV.' I am glad to see that, while my son will not be permitted
to draw a weapon upon another, or threaten him with a knife, dagger,
sword, or other species of weapon (_cultellum, pugionem, gladium, aut
aliquot aliud genus teli aut distrinxerit, aut intentaverit, cum minis,
&c._), yet, that he will be allowed to bear a bow and arrow for the sake
of honest recreation (_qui honestae recreationis causa arcus cum sagittis
portaverint_), and will not be suffered to ride in, or be the charioteer
of, any vehicle, unless he is permitted to do so by the Proctors or the
Heads of his College, on account of his infirm health, or some other
reasonable cause (_nisi cui propter infirmam valetudinem aut
rationabilem aliquam causam licentia, &c._). And yet, _Mr. Punch_, why
does young BELLINGHAM GREY tell me tales of Traps, and Dog-carts, and
Tandems, and Teams? Have _all_ their charioteers infirm health? or has
that young gentleman, in this as in other things, been practising upon
the credulity of

"Dear _Mr. Punch_,

"Your constant reader,

"PETERLOO BROWN."

[Footnote 4:] "Tragedy of Remorse." Act ii., Scene I.

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[Illustration: NOBODY MUST HUNT WILD BEASTS.]

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THE MONEY MARKET FOR INFANT MINDS.

Here go the Funds, up, up,
And there go Consols, down, down,
Fluctuate backwards and forwards,
And then come around, round, round,

NICHOLAS cries, "No, no!"
There's a fall in the Three-per-Cents,
Aloft like rockets they go
The moment the CZAR relents.

Sing hey! for the Bulls and Bears,
And ho! for the Turkey Cocks,
Sing Bonds, and Scrip, and Shares,
Sing British and Foreign Stocks.

Sing Ninety-seven, Two, Three,
Si