When the late lamented Lord Glenlivat, who broke his neck at a
hurdle-race, at the premature age of twenty-four, was at the University,
the amiable young fellow, passing to his rooms in the early morning,
and seeing Hugby's boots at his door, on the same staircase, playfully
wadded the insides of the boots with cobbler's wax, which caused
excruciating pains to the Rev. Mr. Hugby, when he came to take them off
the same evening, before dining with the Master of St. Crispin's.

Everybody gave the credit of this admirable piece of fun to Lord
Glenlivat's friend, Bob Tizzy, who was famous for such feats, and who
had already made away with the college pump-handle; filed St. Boniface's
nose smooth with his face; carried off four images of nigger-boys from
the tobacconists; painted the senior proctor's horse pea-green, &c. &c.;
and Bob (who was of the party certainly, and would not peach,) was just
on the point of incurring expulsion, and so losing the family living
which was in store for him, when Glenlivat nobly stepped forward, owned
himself to be the author of the delightful JEU-D'ESPRIT, apologized to
the tutor, and accepted the rustication.

Hugby cried when Glenlivat apologized; if the young nobleman had kicked
him round the court, I believe the tutor would have been happy, so that
an apology and a reconciliation might subsequently ensue. 'My lord,'
said he, 'in your conduct on this and all other occasions, you have
acted as becomes a gentleman; you have been an honour to the University,
as you will be to the peerage, I am sure, when the amiable vivacity of
youth is calmed down, and you are called upon to take your proper share
in the government of the nation.' And when his lordship took leave of
the University, Hugby presented him with a copy of his 'Sermons to a
Nobleman's Family' (Hugby was once private tutor to the Sons of the
Earl of Muffborough), which Glenlivat presented in return to Mr. William