When the collegiate year recommenced once more, I threw off the blue and silver, and turned Pensioner. It was rather an uncommon step, but there had been a precedent for it not long before. A friend of mine after one year's experience of Fellow-Commoner life, had changed his grade, partly from pecuniary motives, and partly to be eligible to a Scholarship. I had both these inducements, and a third still more pressing—my health, which made it necessary for me to shun the luxurious dinners of the upper table. It was coming down a step in life and a sort of confession of poverty on the face of it, but I had the satisfaction of finding that none of my old acquaintance among the Dons, to whose friendship I attached any value, changed their conduct and bearing towards me in the least. And I have generally observed this to be the case, that when a man freely confesses his pecuniary inability to maintain a certain position, he is not held at any discount for it, but his honest determination is rather applauded.