With great practical justice and classical elegance, the words of the assailant are retorted upon himself—
"Suo sibi gladio hunc jugulo."
The boulevérsement is supposed to have happened on the green adjoining the gravel.
Dead deans, broken bottles, dilapidated lantherns, under-graduated ladders, and other lumber, have generally found their level under the pavement of Brazenose cloisters.