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TOM BEOWN AT OXFORD.



BY THE AUTHOR OF

"TOM BEOWN'S SCHOOL DAYS."








KEW EDITION.
WITH ILLVSTRATIONS BY SYDNEY P. HALL.



NEW YORK

MACMILLAN AND CO.

1888.



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TO
THE EEV. F. D. MAUEICi;

IK MEMORY OP FOURTEEN YEAKS' FELLOW WORKf

AND IN TESTIMONY OP

TEVER INCREASING AFFECTION AND GRATITDDB

THIS VOLUME IS DEDICATED

BY

THE AUTHOK



P E E F A C E.

Prefaces written to explain the objects or meaning of a
book, or to make any appeal, ad misericordiam or other, in its
favour, are, in my opinion, nuisances. Any book worth
reading will explain its own objects aud meaning, and the
more it is criticised and turned inside out, the better for it
and its author. Of all books, too, it seems to me that novels
require prefaces least — at any rate, on their first appearance.
]S"otwithstanding which behef, I must ask readers for three
minutes' patience before they make trial of this book.

The natural pleasure which I felt at the unlooked-for
popularity of the first part of the present story, was much
lessened by the pertinacity with which many persons, acquaint-
ance as well as strangers, would insist (both in public and
private) on identifying the hero and the author. On the
appearance of the first few numbers of the present continua-
tion in Macmillan's Magazine, the same thing occurred, and
in fact, reached such a pitch, as to lead me to make some
changes in the story. Sensitiveness on such a point may
seem folly, but if readers had felt the sort ot loathing and



Viii PREFAGE.

disgust which one feels at the notion of painting u favourable
likeness of oneself in a work of fictien, they would not wonder
at it. So, now that this book is finished, and Tom Brown, &o
far as I am concerned, is done with for ever, I must take this
my first and last chance of saying, that he is not I, either as
boy or man — in fact, not to beat about the bush, is a much
braver, and nobler, and purer fellow than I ever was.

When I first resolved to write the book, I tried to realize
to myself what the commonest type of English boy of the
upper middle class Aras, so far as my experience went ; and to
that type I have thi'oughout adhered, trying simply to give a
good specimen of the genus. I certainly have placed him in
the country and scenes which I know best myself, for the
simple reason, that I knew them better than any others, and
therefore was less hkely to blunder in writing about them.

As to the name, which has been, perhaps, the chief " cause
of offence" in this matter, the simple facts are, that I chose
the name " Brown," because it stood fii-st in the trio of " Brown,
Jones, and Robinson," which has become a sort of synonym
for the middle classes of Great Britain. It happens that my
own name and that of Brown have no single letter in common.
As to the Christian name of " Tom," having chosen Brown, I
could hardly help taking it as the prefix. The two names
have gone together in England for two hundred years, and
the joint name has not enjoyed much of a reputation for
respectability. This suited me exactly. I wanted the com-
monest name I could get, and did not want any name which
had the least heroic, or aristocratic, or even respectable savour
about it. Therefore I had a natural leaning to the combina-
tion which T found ready to my hand. Moreover, I Injlieved



PREFACE. IX

"Tom" to be a more specially English name than John, the
only other as to which I felt the least doubt. Whether it he
that Thomas a Beckett was for so long the favourite English
saint, or from whatever other cause, it certainly seems to be
the fact, that the name "Thomas" is much commoner in
England than in any other country. The words " tom-fool,"
"tom-boy," &c. though, perhaps, not complimentary to the
" Toms " Oi England, certainly show how large a family they
must have been. These reasons decided me to keep the
Christian name which had been always associated with
" Brown ; " and I own, that the fact that it happened to be
my own, never occurred to me as an objection, till the mischief
was done, past recall.

I have only, then, to say, that neither is the hero a portrait
of myself, nor is there any other portrait in either of the
books, except in the case of Dr. Arnold, where the true name
is given. My deep feeling of gratitude to him, and reverence
for his memory, emboldened me to risk the attempt at a por-
trait in his case, so far as the character was necessary for the
work. With these remarks, I leave this volume in the
hands of readers.

T. HUGHES.



Lincoln's Inn,

Odobvi, 18C1.



CONTENTS.



INTRODUCTORY 1

I.— ST. AMBROSE'S COLLEGE 2

II. — A ROW ON THE RIVER .....,,., 10

III. — A BREAKFAST AT DRYSDALE'S 21

IV. — THE ST. AMBROSE BOAT-CLUB : ITS MINISTRY AND

THEIR BUDGET 32

V. — HARDY, THE SERVITOR ......... 41

VI.— HOW DRYSDALE AND BLAKE WENT FISHING . , 60

VII.— AN EXPLOSION 65

7111.— hardy's HISTORY 71

IX. — ** A BROWN BAIT " 85

X. — SUMMER TERM » r . . , . . 92

XI. — MUSCULAR CHRISTIANITY 107

XIL — TE.1L captain's NOTIONS 124

Xin. — THE FIRST BUMP 138

XIV.— ^A CHANGE IN THE CREW, AND WHAT CAME OF IT 160

XV. — A STORM BREWS AND BREAKS ,161

XVI.— THE STORM RAGES 172

XVIL— NEW GROUND 182

XVni. — ENGLEBOURN VILLAGE 191

XIX. — A PROMISE OF FAIRER WEATHER 206

XX. — THE RECONCILIATION 218

XXI. — CAPTAIN HARDY ENTERTAINED BY ST. AMBROSE . 222

XXII. — DEPARTURES EXPECTED AND UTJEXPECTED . . . 231

XXIII. — THE ENGLEBOURN CONSTABLE 243

XXIV. — THE SCHOOLS 255

XXV.— COMMEMORATION 267

XXVI. —THE LONG WALK IN CHRISTCHURCH MEADOWS . . 278

XXVII. — LErxURING A LIONESS 293

XXV III • THE END OF THE FRESHMAN'S YEAR 804



%ja. CONTENTS.

CHAPTER PAOB

XXIX. — THE LONG VACATION LETTEE-BAO 314

XXX.— AMUSEMENTS AT BARTON MANOR 328

XXXI. — BEHIND THE SCENES 334

XXXII.— A CRISIS 342

XXXIII. — BRoWN PATRONTJS 355

XXXIV.— MHAEN AFAN 378

XXXV.— SECOND YEAR 386

XXXVI —THE RIVER SIDE 398

XXXVIL— THE NIGHT WATCH 407

XXXVIII. — MARY IN MAYFAIR 417

XXXIX. — WHAT CAME OF THE NIGHT WATCH 426

XL. — HUE AND CRY 437

XLI. — THE lieutenant' a SENTIMENTS AND PROBLEMS . 447

XLII.— THIRD YEAR 458

XLIII. — AFTERNOON VISITORS 470

XLIV. — THE INTERCEPTED LETTER-BAG 48G

XL v.— master's TERM 495

XLVI. — ^FROM INDIA TO ENGLEBOURN 503

XLVIi. — THE WEDDING-DAY , . 511

XLVIII. — THE BEGINNING OF THE END 520

XLIX. — THE END , . , 529

L. — THE FOSTSOIUFT ..•••••«••.. 688



TOM BROWN AT OXFORDt



TOM BROWN AT OXFORD,



n^TKODUCTORY.

In the Michaelmas term after leaving school, Tom Bro-\7ii
received a summons from the authorities, and went up to
matriculate at St. Ambrose's College, Oxford. He presented
himself at the college one afternoon, and was examined by
one of the tutors, who carried him, and several other youths
in like predicament, up to the Senate House the next morn-
ing. Here they went through the usual forms cf subscribing
to the Articles, and otherwise testifying their loyalty to the
established order of things, without much thought perhaps,
but in very good faith nevertheless. Having completed the
ceremony, by paying his fees, our hero hurried back home,
without making any stay in Oxford. He had often passed
through it, so that the city had not the charm of novelty for
him, and he was anxious to get home ; where, as he had
never spent an autumn away from school till now, for the
first time in his life he was having his fill of hunting and
shooting.

He had left school in June, and did not go up to reside at
Oxford till the end of the following January. Seven good
months ; during a part of which he had indeed read for four
hours or so a week with the curate of the parish, but the
residue had been exclusively devoted to cricket and field
sports. Kow, admirable as these mstitutions are, and bene-
ficial as is their influence on the youth of Britain, it is possible
for a youngster to get too much of them. So it had fallen
out with our hero. He was a better horseman and shot, but
the total relaxation of all the healthy discipline of school,
the regular hours and regular work to which he had been used
for so many years, had certainly thrown him back in oth^

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2 TOM BK0\7N AT OXFORD.

ways. The whole man liad not grown ; so that we must not
be surprised to find liim quite as boyish, now that we fall
in with him again, marching down to St. Ambrose's with a
porter wheeling his luggage after hirh on a truck, as when we
left him at the end of his school career.

Tom was in truth beginning to feel that it was high time
for him to be getting to regular work again of some sort. A
landing place is a famous thing, but it is only enjoyable for
a time by any mortal who deserves one at all. So it was
with a feeling of unmixed pleasure that he turned in at the
St. Ambrose gates, and inquired of the porter what rooms had
been allotted to him witliin those venerable walls.

While the porter consulted his list, the great coUege sun-
dial, over the lodge, which had lately been renovated, caught
Tom's eye. The motto underneath, " Pereunt et imputantur,"
stood out, proud of its new gilding, in the bright afternoon
sun of a frosty January day : which motto was raising sundry
thoughts iji his brain, when the porter came upon the right
place in his list, and directed him to the end of his journey :
No. 5 staircase, second quadrangle, three-pair back. In which
new home we shall leave him to instal himself, while we
endeavour to give the reader some notion of the college
itsell



CHAPTER 1.

3T. Ambrose's college.

St. Ambrose's College was a moderate-sized one. There
might have been some seventy or eighty undergraduates in
residence, when our hero appeared there as a fresh mam Of
these, unfortunately for the college, there were a very large
proportion of gentlemen-commoners ; enough, in fact, with
the other men whom they drew round them, and who lived
pretty much as they did, to form the largest and leading set
in the college. So the college was decidedly fast.

The chief characteristic of this set was the most reckless
extravagance of every kind. London wine merchants fur-
nished them with liqueurs at a guinea a bottle, and wine at
five guineas a dozen ; Oxford and London tailors vied with,
one another in providing them with unheard-of quantities of
the most gorgeous clothing. They drove tandems in all direc-
tions, scattering their am})le allowances, which they treated
as poclcet money, about roadside inns and Oxford taverna
with open hand, and "going tick " for everytiiing which



ST. AMBROSES COLLEGE. 8

could by possibility be booked. Their cigai-s cost two gtdneas
a pound ; their furniture was the best that could be bought ;
pine-apples, forced fi-uit, and the most rare preserves figured
at their wine parties ; they hunted, rode steeple-chases by
day, played billiards until the gates closed, and then were
ready for vmgt-et-une, unlimited loo, and hot drink in their
own rooms, as long as any one could be got to sit up and
play.

The fast set then swamped, and gave the tone to, the college •
at which fact no persons were more astonished and horrified
than the authorities of St. Ambrose.

That they of all bodies in tlic world should be fairly run
away with by a set of reckless, louse young spendthrifts, was
indeed a melancholy and unprecedented fact ; for the body
of fellows of St. Ambrose was as distinguished for learning,
morality, and respectability, as any in the University. The
foundation was not indeed actually an open one. Oriel at
that time alone enjoyed this distinction ; but there were a
large number of open fellowships, and the income of the
college was large, and the livings belonging to it numerous ]
so that the best men from other colleges were constantly
coming in. Some of these of a former generation had been
eminently successful in their management of the college.
The St. Ambrose undergraduates at one time had carried oil
almost all the university prizes, and filled the class lists, while
maintaining at the same time the highest character for manli-
ness and gentlemanly conduct. This had lasted long enough
to establish the fame of the college, and gi-eat lords and
Btatcsmen had sent their sons there ; head-masters had
struggled to get the names of their best pupils on the books :
in short, every one who had a son, ward, or pupil, whom he
wanted to push forward in tlie world — who was meant to cut
a figure, and take the lead among men — left no stone unturned
to get him into St. Ambrose's ; and thought the first, and a
very long, step gained when he had succeeded.

But the governing bodies of colleges are always on the
change, and in the course of things men of other ideas came
to rule at St. Ambrose — shrewd men of the world ; men of
business some of tliem, with good ideas of making the most
of their advantages ; who said, " Go to : why should we not
make the public pay f »r the great benefits we confer on lihem ]
Have we not the very best article in the educational market
to supply — almost a monopoly of it — and shall we not get
the highest price for it 1 " So by degrees they altered many
things in the college. In the first place, under their auspices,
gentlemen-commonei"s increased and multiplied ; in fact, the

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4 TOM BROWN AT OXFORD.

eldest sons of baronets, even of squires, were scarcely admitted
on any other footing. As these yoang gentlemen paid double
fees to the college, and had great expectations of all sorts, it
could not be expected that they should be subject to quite
the same discipline as the common run of men, who would
have to make their own way in the world. So the rules as
to attendance at chapel and lectures, though nominally the
same for them as for commoners, were in practice relaxed in
their favour ; and, that they might find all things suitable to
persjons in their position, the kitchen and buttery were worked
up to a high state of perfection, and St. Ambrose, from having
been one of the most reasonable, had come to be about the
most expensive college in the university. These changes
worlied as their promoters probably desired that they should
work, and the college was full of rich men, and commanded
in the university the sort of respect which riches bring with
them. But the old reputation, though still strong out of
doors, was beginning sadly to wane within the university
precincts. Fewer and fewer of the St. Ambrose men appeared
in the class lists, or amongst the prize-men. They no longer
led the debates at the Union ; the boat lost place after place
on the river ; the eleven got beaten in all their matches. The
inaugurators of these changes had passed away in their turn,
and at last a reaction had commenced. The fellows recently
elected, and who were in residence at the time we \vrite of,
were for the most part men cf great attainments, all of them
men who had taken very high honours. The electors natu-
rally enough had chosen them as the most likely persons to
restore, as tutors, the golden days of the college ; and they
had been careful in the selection to confine themselves to very
quiet and studious men, such as were likely to remain up at
Oxford, passing over men of more popular manners and active
spirits, who would be sure to flit soon into the world, and be
of little more service to St. Ambrose.

But these were not the men to get any hold on the fast set
who were now in the ascendant. It was not in the nature of
things that they should understand each other ; in fact, they
were hopelessly at war, and the college was getting more and
more out of gear in consequence.

What they could do, however, they were doing ; and under
their fostering care were growing up a small set, including
most of the scholars, who were likely, as far as they were con-
cerned, to retrieve the college character in the schools. But
they were too much like their tutors, men who did little else
but read. They neither wished for, nor were likely to gain,
the slightest influence on the fast set. The beat men amongst



ST. AJVIBROSE'S COLLEGE. £

them, too, were diligent readers of the Tracts fo->^ tlie Times.
and followers of the able leaders of the Iligh-church party,
which was then a growing one ; and this led them also tc
form such friendships as they made amongst ou< - rollege
men of their own way of thinking — with high churchmen,
rather than St. Ambrose men. So they lived very much
to themselves, and scarcely interfered with the dominant
party.

Lastly, there was the boating set, which was beginning to
revive in the college, partly from the natural disgust of any
body of young Englishmen, at finding themselves distanced
in an exercise requhing strength and pluck, and partly from
the fact, that the captain for the time being was one of the
best oars in the University boat, and also a deservedly popular
character. He was now in his third year of residence, had
won the pair-oar race, and had pulled seven in the great
yearly match with Cambridge, and by constant hard work had
managed to carry the St. Ambrose boat up to the fifth place
on the river. He will be introduced to you, gentle reader,
when the proper time comes ; at present, we are only con-
cerned with a bird's-eye view of the college, that you may
feel more or less at home in it. The boating set was not
60 separate or marked as the reading set, melting on one
side into, and keeping up more or less connexion with,
the fast set, and also commanding a sort of half alle-
giance from most of the men who belonged to neither of
the other sets. The minor divisions, of which of course
there were many, need not be particularized, as the abo^e
general classification will be enough for the purposes of this
history.

Our hero, on leaving school, had bound himself solemnly
to write all his doings and thoughts to the friend whom he
had left behind him : distance and separation were to make
no diflerence whatever in their friendship. This compact had
been made on one of their last evenings at Eugby. They
were sitting together in the six-form room, Tom splicing the
handle of a favourite cricket bat, and Arthur reading a volume
of Ealeigh's works. The Doctor had lately been alluding to
the " History of the World," and had excited the curiosity
of the active-minded amongst his pupils about the great
navigator, statesman, soldier, author, the fine gentleman. So
Raleigh's works were seized on by various voracious young
readt^^s, and carried out of the school library ; and Arthur
was now deep in a volume of the " Miscellanies," curled up
on a corner of the sofa. Presently, Tom heard something
between a groan and a protest, and, looking up, demanded



6 TOM B_ROWX AT OXFORD.

explanations ; in answer to which, Arthur, in a voice half
furious and half fearful, read out : —

"And be sure of this, thou shalt never find a friend in thy
young years whose conditions and qualities will please thee
after thou comest to more discretion and judgment; and then
all thou givest is lost, and all wherein thou shalt trust such a
one will be discovered."

'•You don't mean that's Ealeigh's ?"
"Yes — here it is, in his first letter to his son."
""VYhat a coldblooded old Philistine," said Tom.
"But it can't be true, do you think ?" said Arthur.
And, in short, after some personal reflections on Sir Walter,
they then and there resolved that, so far as they were con-
cerned, it was not, could not, and should not be true ; that
they would remain faithful, the same to each other, and the
greatest friends in the world, though I know not what separa-
tions, trials, and catastrophes. And for the better insuring
this result, a correspondence, regular as the recurring months,
was to be maintained. It had already lasted through the
long vacation and up to Christmas without sensibly dragging,
though Tom's letters had been something of the shortest in
November, when he had had lots of shooting, and two days a
week with the hounds. Now, however, having fairly got to
Oxford, he determined to make up for all short-comings. His
first letter from college, taken in connexion with the previous
sketch of the place, will probably accomplish the work of in-
troduction better than any detailed account by a third party ;
and it is therefore given here verbatim : —

"St Ambrose, Oxford,

"February, 184 — .

"Mr DEAR Geordie,

" According to promise, I write to tell you how I get on
up here, and what sort of a place Oxford is. Of course, I
don't know much about it yet, having been only up some two
weeks ; but you shall have my first impressions.

"Well, first and foremost, it's an awfully idle place; at any
rate, for us freshmen. Fancy now. I am in twelve lectures
a wef'k of an hour each — Greek Testament, first book of
Herodotus, second ^neid, and first book of Euclid! There's
a treat! Two hours a day; all over by twelve, or one at
latest; and no extra work at all, in the shape of copies of
verses, themes, or other exercises.

"I think sometimes I'm back in the lower fifth; foi v/e
don't get through more than we used to do there ; and if you
were to hear the men construe, it would make your hair stami
on end. Where on earth can they have come from 1 unlesa



ST. AMBROSE S COLLEGE. 7

they blunder on purpose, as I often think. Of course, I never
look at a lecture before I go iu, I know it all nearly by heart,
so it would be sheer waste of time. I hope I shall take to
reading something or other by myself ; but you know I never
was much of a harid at sapping, and, for the pi?esent, the light
work suits me well enough, for there's plenty to see and learn
about in this place.

" We keep very gentlemanly hours. Chapel every morning
at eight, and evening at seven. You must attend once a day,
and twice on Sundays — at least, that's the rule of our college
— and be in gates by twelve o'clock at night. Besides which,
if you're a decently steady fellow, you ought to dine in hall
perhaps four days a week. Hall is at five o'clock. And now
you have the sum total. All the rest of your time you may
just do what you like with.

" So much for our work and hours. Is^ow for the place.
Well, it's a grand old place, certainly; and I dare say, if a
fellow goes straight in it, and gets creditably through his three
3'ears, he may end by lovmg it as much as we do the old
school-house and quadrangle at Ttugby. Our college is a fair
specimen : a venerable old front of crumbling stone fronting
the street, into which two or three other colleges look also.
Over the gateway is a large room, where the college examina-
tions go on, when there are any ; and, as you enter, you pass
the porter's lodge, where resides our janitor, a bustling little
man, with a pot belly, whose business it is to put down the
time at which the men come in at night, and to keep all dis-
commonsed tradesmen, stray dogs, and bad characters generally,
out of the college.

" The large quadrangle into which you come first, is bigger
tlian ours at Rugb}', and a much more solemn and sleepy sort
of a place, with its gables and old mullioned windows. One
side is occupied by the hall and chapel ; the principal's house
takes up half another side ; and the rest is divided into stair-
cases, on each of which are six or eight sets of rooms, inhabited
by us undergraduates, with here and there a tutor or fellow
dropped down amongst us (in the first-fioor rooms, of course),
not exactly to keep order, but to act as a sort of ballast. This
quadrangle is the show part of the college, and is generally
respectable and quiet, which is a good deal more than can be
said for the inner quadrangle, wliich you get at through a
passage leading out of the other. The rooms ain't half so
large or good in the inner quad ; and here's where all we fresh-
men live, besides a lot of the older undergraduates who don't
cai-e to change their rooms. Only one tutor has rooms here ]
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8 TOM BROWN AT OXFORD.

before he clears out ; for all sorts of liigh jinks go on on the
gi'ass-plot, and the row on the staircases is often as bad, and
not half so respectable, as it used to be in the middle passage
in the last week of the half-year.

" My rooms are what they call garrets, right up in the roof,



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