Loud-trowsered Boozer, stripes and all;
And whiskered Tomkins from the hall
Of seedy Magdalene;
or as—
They gave him his testamur,
Which was a passman’s right;
He was more than three examiners
Could plough from morn to night,—
we read such lines, and laugh at them without feeling that any injustice is done to Macaulay. Again, when we read of another and less fortunate sufferer,—in the schools of Cambridge this time—how
In the crown of his cap