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. "And what do you think of Saint Werner's?" asked Mr Admer, taking the initiative, with a yawn. Julian's face lighted up. "Think of it! I feel uncommonly proud already of being a Saint Werner's man." "Genius loci, and all that sort of thing, eh?" The sneering way in which this was said left room for no reply, so Mr Admer continued. "Ah you'll soon find all that sort of twaddle wear off." "I hope not," said Julian. "Of course you intend to be senior classic, or senior wrangler, or something of that sort?" "I expect simply nothing; but if I were inclined to soar, one might have a still higher ambition than that." "Oh, I see; an embryo Newton,--all that sort of thing." "I didn't mean quite `all that sort of thing,' since you seem fond of the phrase," said Julian, "but really I think my aspirations, whatever they are, would only tire you. Good morning." "Good morning," said Mr Admer, nodding. "We don't shake hands up here. I shall come and call on you soon." "The later the better," thought Julian, as he descended the narrow stairs. "Good heavens! is that a fair specimen of a don, I wonder. If so, I shall certainly confine my acquaintance to the undergraduates." No, Julian, not a fair specimen of a don altogether, but in some of his aspects a fair specimen of a certain class of university men, who profess to admire nothing, hope for nothing, love nothing; who think warmth of heart a folly, and sentiment a crime; who would not display an interest in any thing more important than a boat-race or a game of bowls, to save their lives; who are very fond of the phrase, "all that sort of nonsense," to express everything that rises above the dead level of their own dead mediocrity in intelligence and life. If you would not grovel in spirit; if you would not lose every tear that sparkles, and every sigh that burns; if you would not ossify the very power of passion; if you would not turn your soul into a mass of shapeless lead, avoid those despicable cynics, who never leave their discussion of the merits of beer, or the powers of stroke oars, unless it be to carp at acknowledged eminence, and jeer at genuine emotion. How often in such company have I seen men relapse into stupid silence, because, if they ventured on any expression of lively interest, one of the throng, amid the scornful indifference of the rest, would give the only acknowledgment of his remark, by taking the pipe out of his mouth, t
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