The minority demanded a poll, and conveyed a hint to their friends in London.

Macaulay, with one or two more to help him, beat up the Inns of Court for recruits, chartered a stage-coach, packed it inside and out with young Whig Masters of Arts, and drove up King's Parade just in time to turn the scale in favour of Emancipation.

The whole party dined in triumph at Trinity, and got back to town the same evening; and the Tory journalists were emphatic in their indignation at the deliberate opinion of the University having been overridden by a coachful of "godless and briefless barristers." Court House, Pomfret: April 15, 1828.
My dear Mother,--I address this epistle to you as the least undeserving of a very undeserving family.

You, I think, have sent me one letter since I left London.

I have nothing here to do but to write letters; and, what is not very often the case, I have members of Parliament in abundance to frank them, and abundance of matter to fill them with.