about one's path in life! Quite unexpectedly, at this juncture,
came my election to a college Fellowship, giving me the one life
that I had always eagerly desired, and the possibility of which had
always seemed closed to me.

I became then a member of a small and definite society, with a few
prescribed duties, just enough, so to speak, to form a hem to my
life of comparative leisure. I had acquired and kept, all through
my life as a schoolmaster, the habit of continuous literary work;
not from a sense of duty, but simply from instinctive pleasure. I
found myself at once at home in my small and beautiful college,
rich with all kinds of ancient and venerable traditions, in
buildings of humble and subtle grace. The little dark-roofed
chapel, where I have a stall of my own; the galleried hall, with
its armorial glass; the low, book-lined library; the panelled
combination-room, with its dim portraits of old worthies: how sweet
a setting for a quiet life! Then, too, I have my own spacious
rooms, with a peaceful outlook into a big close, half orchard, half
garden, with bird-haunted thickets and immemorial trees, bounded by
a slow river.

And then, to teach me how "to borrow life and not grow old," the
happy tide of fresh and vigorous life all about me, brisk,
confident, cheerful young men, friendly, sensible, amenable, at
that pleasant time when the world begins to open its rich pages of
experience, undimmed at present by anxiety or care.

My college is one of the smallest in the University. Last night in
Hall I sate next a distinguished man, who is, moreover, very
accessible and pleasant. He unfolded to me his desires for the