The Hall. "Where are you with whom in life I started, JAMES MONTGOMERIE. "Cœtus dulces, valete."-CATUllus. "I have had playmates, I have had companions, HALL! where an Emp'ror deign'd to feast, I see Gone is thy magic with the vanish'd crowd When thou did'st ring with jest and laughter loud. What care I though through thee light laugh be pour'd ; [During the time that the "allied Sovereigns" were at Oxford, in the year 1814, Alexander, Emperor of Russia, took up his quarters at Merton, a fact commemorated by a marble tablet let into the wall, and inscribed with a Latin legend, in gilt letters, as well as by a magnificent vase of green porphyry, which stands in the entrance to the Warden's lodgings. For the benefit of the uninitiated, or, I should say, 66 unmatriculated," I may mention that the dais was set apart for the Fellows of the College, and that we had not only our daily dinner, but lecture in this Hall.] IV. The Hall. (Continued.) "Vix sibi quisque parem de millibus invenit unum."-MILTON. DEAR friends of youth! I have not found your peers, So when I mark the flowers of gorgeous hue, For the brown warblers, hedge-row sweets of home. V Meeting and Parting. 'Farewell! a word that must be, and hath been."-BYRON. We meet like stranger travellers at a well; Or up and on together with a will, company; Wishing we might for aye together dwell. May we break off in sunshine, not in storm. The Library. "The monument of vanish'd minds."-D'AVENANT. "The dead but sceptred sovereigns who still rule "Velut fidis arcana sodalibus olim Credebat libris."-HORACE. QUAINT gloomy chamber, oldest relic left And reverence each huge black-lettered page, Though urg'd not by that blind and aimless zeal, Toiled through each word, and perished at the last. [The Library was one of the oldest parts of the building, and indeed one of the earliest pieces of architecture in Oxford. There are still a few of the older volumes chained to bars which run across the different bookcases, and it was here that Duns Scotus, a Fellow of Merton, is said to have carried through his vow to make a copy of the Bible without tasting meat or drink. He completed his task, says the legend, and died just as he had written the last word. A curious picture of him engaged at his labour is preserved in the Bodleian.] ́ My days among the dead are past, Around me I behold, Where'er these carnal eyes are cast, My never failing friends are they ; With whom I converse night and day."-SOUTHEY. "Books we know Are a substantial world, both pure and good; Round these with tendrils strong as flesh and blood Our patience and our happiness will grow."-WORDsworth. Leave to enjoy myself. That place that does Contain my books the best companion is, To me a lordly court, where hourly I Converse with the old sages and philosophers : And sometimes for variety I confer With kings and emperors, and weigh their counsels, Unto a strict account."-FLETCHER. "The reading of books, what is it but the consulting of the wisest men of all ages and all conditions, whereby they may communicate to us their most delicate thoughts, choicest notions, and best inventions, couched in good expressions, and digested after an exact method."-Barrow. "I no sooner come into the library, but I bolt the door to me, excluding lust, ambition, avarice, and all such vices, whose nurse is idleness, the mother of ignorance and melancholy herself, and in the very lap of eternity, among so many divine souls, I take my seat with so lofty a spirit and sweet content, that I pity all our great ones and rich men that know not this happiness."-HEINSIUS. Wise men have said, are wearisome; who reads Incessantly, and to his reading brings not A spirit and judgment equal or superior, (And what he brings what needs he elsewhere seek ?) Uncertain and unsettled still remains, Deep vers'd in books, and shallow in himself, Crude or intoxicate, collecting toys And trifles for choice matters, worth a sponge; As children gathering pebbles on the shore."-MILTON. |