Related article: [OCTOBBR than the Rev. Mr. Headley, the Dean of University College. He understood and appreciated the undergraduate, a ad won both their affection and esteem. Stern and severe in manner, he received my application as- became the position he held. 1 left his room, however, having the hours of H. NEVILLE, On my going into residence in the end of 1859. to my disgust I found myself put into a college lecture for every day in the week. Looking forward to an occasional bunt, one's feelings may easily be imagined. I took the bull by the horns, and "appealed to Cjesar." No betler fellow or more tho- rough gentleman ever existed lecture so arranged as to give me one clear day for the chase. I am afraid as time went on it was found that I should never be likely to bring honour to the college from a classical point of view, Eo that my attendsnce at lecture was afterwards deemed of less importance. I must just mention another 190O.] REMINISCENCES OF OXFORD LIFE AND SPORT, 249 kindly action of the Dean. Dogs were not allowed in College, al- though the College was mil of them. Whenever seen by the authorities with their owner, a Ane of three shillings was exacted. My rooms were on the same staircase as those of the Dean. To my horror, one day my favourite Dandy Dinmont, " Jemmy," called on the Dean as he went by. They struck up a great friendship, and I heard no more of it. However, Buy Labetalol the risk was too great to be seen, and Jemmy was taught to go home by imself, from any part of the High Street, and to avoid the Dean, or anyone who looked dangerous. I saw him myself one day encounter his friend the Dean in cap and gown at the College gates, and he ran off round to the other entrance and escaped to my rooms in safety — affording much amusement, no doubt, as the Dean saw the per- formance. Such a man and the example he set is well worth the consideration of all College Dons. It was usual to try and get away to see the Derby run for. On the morning of the race the Oxford Station was always patrolled by the Proctor and his ** bulldogs," so several of us determined to circumvent them, and thought that by ordering hacks and joining the train at Didcot the thing might be worked. Generic Labetalol I had been to the stable and secured the animal required, and was walking solemnly in cap and gown back to College, when I met the Dean. I, of course, saluted. ** Mr. Hill, I think you have a lecture with me to-morrow at ten o'clock?" " Yes sir," I replied, and my Derby expedition was over. Al- though I might have shirked the lecture, I knew the Dean was aware of the Derby venture, and that it was his way of stopping me going. After his kindness to me with regard Buy Labetalol Online to hunting, I could not have treated him other- wise, and at once countermanded the hack. This mutual good understanding is the essence of undergraduate training. Not so well up in sporting lore was the respected Master of Uni- versity College, the well-known Dr. Plumptree. A real old- fashioned English gentleman, but living his life entirely within the 'Varsity walls, he had little or no connection with the outside world of sport. When asked for leave by an undergraduate to go and see a sick relative at Epsom on '* Derby day," after expressing his regret for the reason of the proposed visit, he at once gave permission, but remarking that general leave was stopped on that particular day, as he was in- formed there was to be " a race at Derby." But I am over-running the scent, and must hark back a little. With a very limited allow- ance I was told I could not afford to hunt, or keep a horse, but where there is a will there is generally a way, and with eco- nomy in other ways, I determined to try it. I found from my ** scout " (the . Oxford name of your servant) that there were not many hunting men in college, perhaps some half-dozen, but only one, the late Henry Brassey, who then kept his own horses. Also that Charley Symonds was the best man to hire a hunter from. Consulting the card of the meets, I found that Tar Wood was within reach with the Heythrop, so ordering a horse for one eventful morning, with a critical gathering of men looking on from the College **quad," wondering who the Freshman was who was going to hunt, I mounted at the College gates and rode off up the 250 BAILY S MAGAZINE. [October ** High " with mixed feelings of pride and uncertainty. Having seen nothing but scarlet before, I was surprised to see the green plush coats of the hunt servants, and was duly impressed by the grand old man who carried the horn, Jem Hills, the cele- brated huntsman of the Hey- throp. In days to follow what a delight to see him sailing away over the stone walls in the Brad- nell Grove country, with ** fox on ahead *' and hounds in full view topping the walls from one field to the next ! A true friend as he was to the Oxford under- graduate, he fully appreciated that they had •* sent on overnight," and probably driven over in a tandem for the meet ; so he always did his best to give them some fun for their money. Many a lark has he e^ven them with no fox at all before him, but taking a straight line would gallop his hounds from cover to cover ; and what did it matter to the rider of the Oxford hack, he came out to jump, and wall after wall gave him the pleasure he really enjoyed. I once participated in a hunt of this sort over that country on a noted horse 24 years old called Nebuchadnezzar, one of the finest