to the dominion of others. The injuries of my body therefore seemed to be but the mark of my slavery; and its triumphs af forded me no consolation.

Guided by these principles, I bitterly felt that the walls of our college were not my home. The scene in which I was placed, was in utter discordance with the character of my spirit: And the consciousness of this, daily increased in me that concentrated and misanthropical spirit, which to a certain degree had subsisted within me from the earliest period of my remembrance.

CHAPTER XII.

CLIFFORD was a royalist to the core, and would often talk affectingly, yet cheerily, of the unfortunate Charles. Loyalty had been one of the lessons instilled into him from his cradle; and the tenderness of his heart would have led him to sympathize with the adversities of this victim, if he had not been a king,-and a prince, according to his creed, that from his birthright, and for his virtues, all Englishmen were bound to defend to the last drop of their blood. As he talked, gaily, but eloquently, on this favourite topic, a tear would sometimes start

into his eye, which he dashed away, and smiled as he did it, in such a sort,

As if he mocked himself, and scorned his spirit,
That could be moved to weep at any thing.

Clifford had been brought up in reverential ideas of kingship and prerogative, and with a hatred of republicanism. He admired the principles of chivalry, and those high notions of honour and generous fidelity which grew out of these principles. He was the creature of love and the affections. The splendid descriptions he had met with of tilts and tournaments caught hold of his fancy; and the various expeditions on record, in which the nobility and gentry of different countries associated themselves, to put down oppression, or to rescue the country and tomb of Christ from the hands of the Infidels, were his amusement and his joy. All this inspired him with a congenial relish for whatever was grave, solemn

and magnificent, either in the rites of religion, or the conduct of civil affairs, and a boundless contempt for the cold and unattractive simplicity and nakedness, which had been patronized and diffused by the adversaries of the late unfortunate monarch.

His talk of this sort, as I have already ob served in another case, was without premeditation and formality, in starts and effusions of the soul, bursting from him as the occasion prompted. And, when he detected himself in a vein of this sort, he would turn away immediately from the thought, crying out, "But what am I talking of? I, who an but a school-boy? Older and abler heads than mine have laboured, by day and by night, in season and out of season, to amend these things, and see what it has all come to!"

At another time he would comment on his own thoughts in a different fashion, and exclaim, Well, well, the world will have its way; and what can I do? I am born in

deed in an iron age, and have been called on to witness, or to hear of, a multitude of crimes but for all that I will not play the weeping philosopher. What I cannot alter, I will learn to endure. I have but one life, and that, as far as I can without injury to others, I will make a happy one. When a few years have passed over my head, I shall never again be a boy. I shall but once be a man; and when that time comes, I will try to play a man's part in the world. I cannot have an universe made on purpose for me; so I will even make the best of that upon which fortune has thrown me. Then, hey, boys for a game at foot-ball!"

Such was the state of things among us, when an accident occurred to me, the impression of which will never be effaced from my mind. Among the other scholars at Winchester school, we had with us the eldest son of Sir William Waller, the famous parliamentary general. Sir William, when he had been dismissed from his com