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“ e had a way essentially his own of gettmg rid of little boys whom he invited to breakfast. You know, little hoys have a pecuhar habit of becoming mconveniently glued o a chair. The hospitable “head” would quictly go up to the youngster —who was perhaps in the middle of another muffin —and say very gently, and with paternal kimdness, ‘And must you really go?’ ‘T'he little boy invariably went.”

The name of Archbishop Tongley is one to conjure with. Many a merry ancedote is associated with this estimable guide of youth.

There are no boys on carth more fond of a joke than Harrovians, and no lads more clannish. It seems two boys were out very late onc night, and the worthy Longley was also enjoying a midnight ramble. ‘The Harrow boys, by-the-bye, wear tail coats—-a /o the old linglish gentleman. Longley saw the two lads, and gave chase. He caught up one, and just got hold of one of his coat tails. The tail came off in the master’s hands. “ Ha! ha I” thought Tongley, “T'll catch him to-morrow-—he’ll only have one tail to his coat.” But he had reckoned without his host. In the morning every boy turnced up with a single tail to his coat !

Longley’s nickname at Harrow was Jacob. About this time a very popular gane was played at the school called “Jack o’lantern,” but the neighbouring farmers complained that indulging in it injurcd their crops and ficld produce, as the boys must needs have a frce run across country. It was therefore forbidden. A few lads, however, still managed to getout at night, and the boys in the Head Master’s house—Longley’s abode —used to

[INTLERIIETLS. 419 let themselves down from a room on the st floor by a rope. Onc night, the hoys had safcly got inside, when Tongley, in passing, caught sight of the suspended rope.

“ Il surprise them,” thought he, and with commendable intention gave a pull at the cord. . The boys evidently thought one of therr number was still out, and began “hauling m.” Up went Longley—higher and higher, until his face got level with the window. Then his stern countenance appeared.

“ Jacoh, by Jingo,” cricd the boys, and the Head Master was dropped into his own laurcl bush below. He never asked any questions !

Mr. Welldon, what may be priscs.”

Some time ago a not altogether comfort- ing speetacle met his view. Tt seems the boys ina certain form pretended they wanted a window in the roof of their room shut. T'he obliging master had a ladder brought, mounted it, and cendeavoured to shut the window, Some enterprising youth removed the ladder, and when the Head Master of Harrow cntered there was the unfortunate master chinging for dear life to the frame-work.

Just as we were in the midst of happily cnjoying these little reminiscences a servant brought in a letter.

“Excuse me one moment,” said Mr. Welldon, But the next instant the letter was in my hands. It was a letter written by Lord Palmerston to the Honble, Llizabeth Temple, Hanover Square, when a schoolboy at Harrow; and sent now to the Head Master. Here are the contents —

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