We've had foul play--thank goodness no one here was concerned in that.

We don't want to kick fellows that are down, but now they've gone our chance of pulling up is all the better, and we'll do it.

(Cheers.) I said the only thing I could do to atone for my folly was to resign.

No, gentlemen, there is something else I can do, and will do.

I propose that the captain of Willoughby be elected our President! (Cheers.) He's a jolly good fellow, gentlemen--( cheers)--and I can tell you this (and I'm not given to romancing), if it hadn't been for him, gentlemen, there would have been scarcely anything of Willoughby left to pick up." Bloomfield, whose spirited address had carried his audience by storm, as only a genuine, hearty outburst can, sat down amid tremendous cheers.
The school had fast been coming round to his way of thinking, but it had wanted some one to give it utterance.