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My Life as an Author

CHAPTER IV
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Let me add here, that I lived for three weeks of my first term in the gaily adorned rooms in Peckwater of the wild Lord Waterford; and afterwards in Lord Ossulston's, both being then absent from college; that Frank Buckland and his bear occupied (long after I had left) my own chambers in Fells' Buildings; that I was a class-mate and friend of the luckless Lord Conyers Osborne, then a comely and ruddy youth with curly hair and gentle manners, and that I remember how all Oxford was horrified at his shocking death--he having been back-broken over an arm-chair by the good-natured but only too athletic Earl of Hillsborough in a wine-party frolic; that Knighton, early an enthusiast for art, used to draw his own left hand in divers attitudes with his right every day for weeks; and that some not quite unknown cotemporary used to personate me at times for his own benefit.

As he has been long dead, I may now state that he was believed to be Lord Douglas of Hamilton.

Here is the true story.

One day the Dean requested my presence, and thus addressed me: "I have long overlooked it, Mr.Tupper, but this must never occur again: indeed I have only waited till now, because I knew of your general good conduct." "What have I done, Mr.Dean: be pleased to tell me." "Why, sir, the porter states that this is the fifth time you have not come into college until past twelve o'clock." "I beg your pardon, Mr.Dean; there is some mistake: for I have never once been later than ten." "Then, Mr.Tupper, somebody must have given your name in the dark: and I request that you will do your best to discover who did this, and report it to me." As I failed to do it, after some days, again the Dean sent for me; and finding after question made that I pretty well guessed the delinquent but declined to expose him, the Dean kindly added--"This does you credit, sir," and I left.

A few days passed, and I was brought up again with "I think you are intended for the Church, Mr.Tupper." As well as I could manage it, I stammered out that it was impossible, as I could not speak.


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