idge was
induced to leave him alone; and so long as he kept his chapels, and did
the college exercises required of him, Bridge was content not to see
Harry's glum face in his class, and to leave him to read and sulk for
himself in his own chamber.

A poem or two in Latin and English, which were pronounced to have some
merit, and a Latin oration, (for Mr. Esmond could write that language
better than pronounce it,) got him a little reputation both with the
authorities of the University and amongst the young men, with whom he
began to pass for more than he was worth. A few victories over their
common enemy, Mr. Bridge, made them incline towards him, and look upon
him as the champion of their order against the seniors. Such of the lads
as he took into his confidence found him not so gloomy and haughty as
his appearance led them to believe; and Don Dismallo, as he was called,
became presently a person of some little importance in his college, and
was, as he believes, set down by the seniors there as rather a dangerous
character.

Don Dismallo was a staunch young Jacobite, like the rest of his family;
gave himself many absurd airs of loyalty; used to invite young friends
to Burgundy, and give the King's health on King James's birthday; wore
black on the day of his abdication; fasted on the anniversary of King
William's coronation; and performed a thousand absurd antics, of which
he smiles now to think.

These follies caused many remonstrances on Tom Tusher's part, who
was always a friend to the powers that be, as Esmond was always in
opposition to them. Tom was a Whig, while Esmond was a Tory. Tom never
missed a lecture, and capped the proctor with the profoundest of bows.
No wonder he sighed over Harry's insubordinate courses, and was angry
when the others laughed at him. But that Harry was known to have my
Lord Viscount's protection, Tom no doubt would have broken with him
altogether. But honest Tom never gave up a comrade as long as he was the
friend of a great man. This was not out of scheming on Tom's part, but
a natural inclination towards the great. 'Twas no hypocrisy in him
to flatter, but the bent of his mind, which was always perfectly
good-humored, obliging, and servile.

Harry had very liberal allowances, for his dear mistress of Castlewood
not only regularly supplied him, but the Dowager of Chelsey made her
donation annual, and received Esmond at her house near London every
Christmas; but, in spite of these