I see in The Spectator the undergraduates were energetically loyal at Commemoration--nice boys--and the dons have been snubbed about Guizot.

Is there a chance for M---?
Poor fellow, he is craving to be married, and ceteris paribus I suppose humanity allows it to be a claim, though John Mill doesn't.

My wedding party have not arrived.

It is impossible not to feel a kindly interest in them.

At the bottom of all the agitation a wedding sets going in us all there is lying, I think a kind of misgiving, a secret pity for the fate of the poor rose which is picked now and must forthwith wither; and our boisterous jollification is but an awkward barely successful effort at concealing it.