Cambridge Pieces ................................................................................................................................................1

Samuel Butler..........................................................................................................................................1

ON ENGLISH COMPOSITION AND OTHER MATTERS ..................................................................1

OUR TOUR.............................................................................................................................................3

TRANSLATION FROM AN UNPUBLISHED WORK OF HERODOTUS.......................................11

THE SHIELD OF ACHILLES, WITH VARIATIONS........................................................................12

PROSPECTUS OF THE GREAT SPLIT SOCIETY ............................................................................13

POWERS...............................................................................................................................................15

A SKIT ON EXAMINATIONS............................................................................................................17

AN EMINENT PERSON......................................................................................................................19

NAPOLEON AT ST. HELENA ............................................................................................................19

THE TWO DEANS...............................................................................................................................20

THE BATTLE OF ALMA MATER ......................................................................................................21

ON THE ITALIAN PRIESTHOOD ......................................................................................................22

SAMUEL BUTLER AND THE SIMEONITES...................................................................................23

This essay is believed to be the first composition by Samuel Butler that appeared in print. It was published in

the first number of the EAGLE, a magazine written and edited by members of St. John's College, Cambridge,

in the Lent Term, 1858, when Butler was in his fourth and last year of residence.

I sit down scarcely knowing how to grasp my own meaning, and give it a tangible shape in words; and yet it

is concerning this very expression of our thoughts in words that I wish to speak. As I muse things fall more

into their proper places, and, little fit for the task as my confession pronounces me to be, I will try to make

I think, then, that the style of our authors of a couple of hundred years ago was more terse and masculine than

that of those of the present day, possessing both more of the graphic element, and more vigour,

straightforwardness, and conciseness. Most readers will have anticipated me in admitting that a man should

be clear of his meaning before he endeavours to give to it any kind of utterance, and that having made up his

mind what to say, the less thought he takes how to say it, more than briefly, pointedly, and plainly, the better;

for instance, Bacon tells us, "Men fear death as children fear to go in the dark"; he does not say, what I can

imagine a last century writer to have said, "A feeling somewhat analogous to the dread with which children

are affected upon entering a dark room, is that which most men entertain at the contemplation of death."

Jeremy Taylor says, "Tell them it is as much intemperance to weep too much as to laugh too much"; he does

not say, "All men will acknowledge that laughing admits of intemperance, but some men may at first sight

hesitate to allow that a similar imputation may be at times attached to weeping."

I incline to believe that as irons support the rickety child, whilst they impede the healthy one, so rules, for the

most part, are but useful to the weaker among us. Our greatest masters in language, whether prose or verse, in

painting, music, architecture, or the like, have been those who preceded the rule and whose excellence gave

rise thereto; men who preceded, I should rather say, not the rule, but the discovery of the rule, men whose

intuitive perception led them to the right practice. We cannot imagine Homer to have studied rules, and the

infant genius of those giants of their art, Handel, Mozart, and Beethoven, who composed at the ages of seven,

five, and ten, must certainly have been unfettered by them: to the less brilliantly endowed, however, they

have a use as being compendious safeguards against error. Let me then lay down as the best of all rules for

writing, "forgetfulness of self, and carefulness of the matter in hand." No simile is out of place that illustrates

the subject; in fact a simile as showing the symmetry of this world's arrangement, is always, if a fair one,

interesting; every simile is amiss that leads the mind from the contemplation of its object to the

contemplation of its author. This will apply equally to the heaping up of unnecessary illustrations: it is as

great a fault to supply the reader with too many as with too few; having given him at most two, it is better to

let him read slowly and think out the rest for himself than to surfeit him with an abundance of explanation.

A book that is worth reading will be worth reading thoughtfully, and there are but few good books, save

certain novels, that it is well to read in an armchair. Most will bear standing to. At the present time we seem

to lack the impassiveness and impartiality which was so marked among the writings of our forefathers, we are

seldom content with the simple narration of fact, but must rush off into an almost declamatory description of

them; my meaning will be plain to all who have studied Thucydides. The dignity of his simplicity is, I think,

marred by those who put in the accessories which seem thought necessary in all present histories. How few

writers of the present day would not, instead of [Greek text which cannot be reproduced] rather write, "Night

fell upon this horrid scene of bloodshed." {1} This is somewhat a matter of taste, but I think I shall find some

to agree with me in preferring for plain narration (of course I exclude oratory) the unadorned gravity of

Thucydides. There are, indeed, some writers of the present day who seem returning to the statement of facts

rather than their adornment, but these are not the most generally admired. This simplicity, however, to be

truly effective must be unstudied; it will not do to write with affected terseness, a charge which, I think, may

be fairly preferred against Tacitus; such a style if ever effective must be so from excess of artifice and not

from that artlessness of simplicity which I should wish to see prevalent among us.

Neither again is it well to write and go over the ground again with the pruning knife, though this fault is

better than the other; to take care of the matter, and let the words take care of themselves, is the best

To this I shall be answered, "Yes, but is not a diamond cut and polished a more beautiful object than when

rough?" I grant it, and more valuable, inasmuch as it has run chance of spoliation in the cutting, but I

maintain that the thinking man, the man whose thoughts are great and worth the consideration of others, will

"deal in proprieties," and will from the mine of his thoughts produce readycut diamonds, or rather will cut

There are a few points still which it were well we should consider. We are all too apt when we sit down to

study a subject to have already formed our opinion, and to weave all matter to the warp of our preconceived

judgment, to fall in with the received idea, and, with biassed minds, unconsciously to follow in the wake of

public opinion, while professing to lead it. To the best of my belief half the dogmatism of those we daily

meet is in consequence of the unwitting practices of this selfdeception. Simply let us not talk about what we

do not understand, save as learners, and we shall not by writing mislead others.

There is no shame in being obliged to others for opinions, the shame is not being honest enough to

acknowledge it: I would have no one omit to put down a useful thought because it was not his own, provided

it tended to the better expression of his matter, and he did not conceal its source; let him, however, set out the

borrowed capital to interest. One word more and I have done. With regard to our subject, the best rule is not

to write concerning that about which we cannot at our present age know anything save by a process which is

commonly called cram: on all such matters there are abler writers than ourselves; the men, in fact, from

whom we cram. Never let us hunt after a subject, unless we have something which we feel urged on to say, it

is better to say nothing; who are so ridiculous as those who talk for the sake of talking, save only those who

write for the sake of writing? But there are subjects which all young men think about. Who can take a walk in

our streets and not think? The most trivial incident has ramifications, to whose guidance if we surrender our

thoughts, we are ofttimes led upon a gold mine unawares, and no man whether old or young is worse for

reading the ingenuous and unaffected statement of a young man's thoughts. There are some things in which

experience blunts the mental vision, as well as others in which it sharpens it. The former are best described by

younger men, our province is not to lead public opinion, is not in fact to ape our seniors, and transport

ourselves from our proper sphere, it is rather to show ourselves as we are, to throw our thoughts before the

public as they rise, without requiring it to imagine that we are right and others wrong, but hoping for the

forbearance which I must beg the reader to concede to myself, and trusting to the genuineness and vigour of

I am aware that I have digressed from the original purpose of my essay, but I hope for pardon, if, believing

the digression to be of more value than the original matter, I have not checked my pen, but let it run on even

This essay was published in the EAGLE, Vol. 1, No. 5. in the Easter Term, 1859. It describes a holiday trip

made by Butler in June, 1857, in company with a friend whose name, which was Joseph Green, Butler

Italianised as Giuseppe Verdi. I am permitted by Professor Bonney to quote a few words from a private letter

of his referring to Butler's tour: "It was remarkable in the amount of ground covered and the small sum spent,

but still more in the direction taken in the first part of the tour. Dauphine was then almost a TERRA

As the vacation is near, and many may find themselves with three weeks' time on their hand,

fiveandtwenty pounds in their pockets, and the map of Europe before them, perhaps the following sketch

of what can be effected with such money and in such time, may not come amiss to those, who, like ourselves

a couple of years ago, are in doubt how to enjoy themselves most effectually after a term's hard reading.

To some, probably, the tour we decided upon may seem too hurried, and the fatigue too great for too little

profit; still even to these it may happen that a portion of the following pages may be useful. Indeed, the tour

was scarcely conceived at first in its full extent, originally we had intended devoting ourselves entirely to the

French architecture of Normandy and Brittany. Then we grew ambitious, and stretched our imaginations to

Paris. Then the longing for a snowy mountain waxed, and the love of French Gothic waned, and we

determined to explore the French Alps. Then we thought that we must just step over them and take a peep

into Italy, and so, disdaining to return by the road we had already travelled, we would cut off the northwest

corner of Italy, and cross the Alps again into Switzerland, where, of course, we must see the cream of what

was to be seen; and then thinking it possible that our three weeks and our fiveandtwenty pounds might be

looking foolish, we would return, via Strasburg to Paris, and so to Cambridge. This plan we eventually

carried into execution, spending not a penny more money, nor an hour's more time; and, despite the

declarations which met us on all sides that we could never achieve anything like all we had intended, I hope

to be able to show how we did achieve it, and how anyone else may do the like if he has a mind. A person

with a good deal of energy might do much more than this; we ourselves had at one time entertained thoughts

of going to Rome for two days, and thence to Naples, walking over the Monte St. Angelo from Castellamare

to Amalfi (which for my own part I cherish with fond affection, as being far the most lovely thing that I have

ever seen), and then returning as with a Nunc Dimittis, and I still think it would have been very possible; but,

on the whole, such a journey would not have been so well, for the long tedious road between Marseilles and

Paris would have twice been traversed by us, to say nothing of the sea journey between Marseilles and Civita

If on Tuesday, June 9 [i.e. 1857], you leave London Bridge at six o'clock in the morning, you will get (via

Newhaven) to Dieppe at fifteen minutes past three. If on landing you go to the Hotel Victoria, you will find

good accommodation and a table d'hote at five o'clock; you can then go and admire the town, which will not

be worth admiring, but which will fill you with pleasure on account of the novelty and freshness of

everything you meet; whether it is the old bonnetless, shortpetticoated women walking arm and arm with

their grandsons, whether the church with its quaint sculpture of the Entombment of our Lord, and the sad

votive candles ever guttering in front of it, or whether the plain evidence that meets one at every touch and

turn, that one is among people who live out of doors very much more than ourselves, or what notall will be

charming, and if you are yourself in high spirits and health, full of anticipation and well inclined to be pleased

with all you see, Dieppe will appear a very charming place, and one which a year or two hence you will fancy

that you would like to revisit. But now we must leave it at fortyfive minutes past seven, and at twelve

o'clock on Tuesday night we shall find ourselves in Paris. We drive off to the Hotel de Normandie in the Rue

St. Honore, 290 (I think), stroll out and get a cup of coffee, and return to bed at one o'clock.

The next day we spent in Paris, and of it no account need be given, save perhaps the reader may be advised to

ascend the Arc de Triomphe, and not to waste his time in looking at Napoleon's hats and coats and shoes in

the Louvre; to eschew all the picture rooms save the one with the Murillos, and the great gallery, and to dine

at the Diners de Paris. If he asks leave to wash his hands before dining there, he will observe a little

astonishment among the waiters at the barbarian cleanliness of the English, and be shown into a little room,

where a diminutive bowl will be proffered to him, of which more anon; let him first (as we did) wash or

rather sprinkle his face as best he can, and then we will tell him after dinner what we generally do with the

bowls in question. I forget how many things they gave us, but I am sure many more than would be pleasant to

read, nor do I remember any circumstance connected with the dinner, save that on occasion of one of the

courses, the waiter perceiving a little perplexity on my part as to how I should manage an artichoke served a

la francaise, feelingly removed my knife and fork from my hand and cut it up himself into six mouthfuls,

returning me the whole with a sigh of gratitude for the escape of the artichoke from a barbarous and unnatural

end; and then after dinner they brought us little tumblers of warm lavender scent and water to wash our

mouths out, and the little bowls to spit into; but enough of eating, we must have some more coffee at a cafe

on the Boulevards, watch the carriages and the people and the dresses and the sunshine and all the pomps and

vanities which the Boulevards have not yet renounced; return to the inn, fetch our knapsacks, and be off to

the Chemin de Fer de Lyon by fortyfive minutes past seven; our train leaves at five minutes past eight, and

we are booked to Grenoble. All night long the train speeds towards the south. We leave Sens with its grey

cathedral solemnly towering in the moonlight a mile on the left. (How few remember, that to the architect

William of Sens we owe Canterbury Cathedral.) Fontainebleau is on the right, station after station wakes up

our dozing senses, while ever in our ears are ringing as through the dim light we gaze on the surrounding

It is still darkas dark, that is, as the midsummer night will allow it to be, when we are aware that we have

entered on a tunnel; a long tunnel, very longI fancy there must be high hills above it; for I remember that

some few years ago when I was travelling up from Marseilles to Paris in midwinter, all the way from

Avignon (between which place and Chalon the railway was not completed), there had been a dense frozen

fog; on neither hand could anything beyond the road be descried, while every bush and tree was coated with a

thick and steadily increasing fringe of silver hoarfrost, for the night and day, and halfday that it took us to

reach this tunnel, all was the samebitter cold dense fog and ever silently increasing hoar frost: but on

emerging from it, the whole scene was completely changed; the air was clear, the sun shining brightly, no

hoarfrost and only a few patches of fast melting snow, everything in fact betokening a thaw of some days'

duration. Another thing I know about this tunnel which makes me regard it with veneration as a boundary line

in countries, namely, that on every high ground after this tunnel on clear days Mont Blanc may be seen. True,

it is only very rarely seen, but I have known those who have seen it; and accordingly touch my companion on

the side, and say, "We are within sight of the Alps"; a few miles farther on and we are at Dijon. It is still very

early morning, I think about three o'clock, but we feel as if we were already at the Alps, and keep looking

anxiously out for them, though we well know that it is a moral impossibility that we should see them for

some hours at the least. Indian corn comes in after Dijon; the oleanders begin to come out of their tubs; the

peach trees, apricots, and nectarines unnail themselves from the walls, and stand alone in the open fields. The

vineyards are still scrubby, but the practised eye readily detects with each hour some slight token that we are

nearer the sun than we were, or, at any rate, farther from the North Pole. We don't stay long at Dijon nor at

Chalon, at Lyons we have an hour to wait; breakfast off a basin of cafe au lait and a huge hunch of bread, get

a miserable wash, compared with which the spittoons of the Diners de Paris were luxurious, and return in

time to proceed to St. Rambert, whence the railroad branches off to Grenoble. It is very beautiful between

Lyons and St. Rambert. The mulberry trees show the silkworm to be a denizen of the country, while the fields

are dazzlingly brilliant with poppies and salvias; on the other side of the Rhone rise high cloudcapped hills,

At St. Rambert the railroad to Grenoble branches off at right angles to the main line, it was then only

complete as far as Rives, now it is continued the whole way to Grenoble; by which the reader will save some

two or three hours, but miss a beautiful ride from Rives to Grenoble by the road. The valley bears the name of

Gresivaudan. It is very rich and luxuriant, the vineyards are more Italian, the fig trees larger than we have yet

seen them, patches of snow whiten the higher hills, and we feel that we are at last indeed among the outskirts

of the Alps themselves. I am told that we should have stayed at Voreppe, seen the Grande Chartreuse (for

which see Murray), and then gone on to Grenoble, but we were pressed for time and could not do everything.

At Grenoble we arrived about two o'clock, washed comfortably at last and then dined; during dinner a

caleche was preparing to drive us on to Bourg d'Oisans, a place some six or seven and thirty miles farther on,

and by thirty minutes past three we find ourselves reclining easily within it, and digesting dinner with the

assistance of a little packet, for which we paid oneandfourpence at the wellknown shop of Mr. Bacon,

Market square, Cambridge. It is very charming. The air is sweet, warm, and sunny, there has been bad

weather for some days here, but it is clearing up; the clouds are lifting themselves hour by hour, we are

evidently going to have a pleasant spell of fine weather. The caleche jolts a little, and the horse is decidedly

shabby, both qua horse and qua harness, but our moustaches are growing, and our general appearance is in

keeping. The wine was very pleasant at Grenoble, and we have a pound of ripe cherries between us; so, on

the whole, we would not change with his Royal Highness Prince Albert or all the Royal Family, and jolt on

through the long straight poplar avenue that colonnades the road above the level swamp and beneath the hills,

and turning a sharp angle enter Vizille, a wretched place, only memorable because from this point we begin

definitely, though slowly, to enter the hills and ascend by the side of the Romanche through the valley, which

that river either made or foundwho knows or cares? But we do know very well that we are driving up a

very exquisitely beautiful valley, that the Romanche takes longer leaps from rock to rock than she did, that

the hills have closed in upon us, that we see more snow each time the valley opens, that the villages get

scantier, and that at last a great giant iceberg walls up the way in front, and we feast our eyes on the

longdesired sight till after that the setting sun has tinged it purple (a sure sign of a fine day), its ghastly

pallor shows us that the night is upon us. It is cold, and we are not sorry at halfpast nine to find ourselves at

Bourg d'Oisans, where there is a very fair inn kept by one Martin; we get a comfortable supper of eggs and go

This we must remind the reader is Thursday night, on Tuesday morning we left London, spent one day in

Paris, and are now sleeping among the Alps, sharpish work, but very satisfactory, and a prelude to better

things by and by. The next day we made rather a mistake, instead of going straight on to Briancon we went

up a valley towards Mont Pelvoux (a mountain nearly 14,000 feet high), intending to cross a high pass above

La Berarde down to Briancon, but when we got to St. Christophe we were told the pass would not be open till

August, so returned and slept a second night at Bourg d'Oisans. The valley, however, was all that could be

desired, mingled sun and shadow, tumbling river, rich wood, and mountain pastures, precipices all around,

and snowclad summits continually unfolding themselves; Murray is right in calling the valley above Venosc

a scene of savage sterility. At Venosc, in the poorest of hostelries was a tuneless cracked old instrument, half

piano, half harpsichordhow it ever found its way there we were at a loss to conceiveand an irrelevant

clock that struck seven times by fits and starts at its own convenience during our one o'clock dinner; we

Having found that a conveyance to Briancon was beyond our finances, and that they would not take us any

distance at a reasonable charge, we determined to walk the whole fifty miles in the day, and halfway down

the mountains, sauntering listlessly accordingly left Bourg d'Oisans at a few minutes before five in the

morning. The clouds were floating over the uplands, but they soon began to rise, and before seven o'clock the

sky was cloudless; along the road were passing hundreds of people (though it was only five in the morning)

in detachments of from two to nine, with cattle, sheep, pigs, and goats, picturesque enough but miserably lean

and gaunt: we leave them to proceed to the fair, and after a three miles' level walk through a straight poplar

avenue, commence ascending far above the Romanche; all day long we slowly ascend, stopping occasionally

to refresh ourselves with vin ordinaire and water, but making steady way in the main, though heavily

weighted and under a broiling sun, at one we reach La Grave, which is opposite the Mont de Lans, a most

superb mountain. The whole scene equal to anything in Switzerland, as far as the mountains go. The Mont de

Lans is opposite the windows, seeming little more than a stone's throw off, and causing my companion

(whose name I will, with his permission, Italianise into that of the famous composer Giuseppe Verdi) to think

it a mere nothing to mount to the top of those sugared pinnacles which he will not believe are many miles

distant in reality. After dinner we trudge on, the scenery constantly improving, the snow drawing down to us,

and the Romanche dwindling hourly; we reach the top of the Col du Lautaret, which Murray must describe; I

can only say that it is firstclass scenery. The flowers are splendid, acres and acres of wild narcissus, the

Alpine cowslip, gentians, large purple and yellow anemones, soldanellas, and the whole kith and kin of the

high Alpine pasture flowers; great banks of snow lie on each side of the road, and probably will continue to

do so till the middle of July, while all around are glaciers and precipices innumerable.

We only got as far as Monetier after all, for, reaching that town at halfpast eight, and finding that Briancon

was still eight miles further on, we preferred resting there at the miserable but cheap and honest Hotel de

l'Europe; had we gone on a little farther we should have found a much better one, but we were tired with our

fortytwo miles' walk, and, after a hasty supper and a quiet pipe, over which we watch the last twilight on the

Sunday morning was the clearest and freshest morning that ever tourists could wish for, the grass crisply

frozen (for we are some three or four thousand feet above the sea), the glaciers descending to a level but little

higher than the road; a fine range of Alps in front over Briancon, and the road winding down past a new river

(for we have long lost the Romanche) towards the town, which is some six or seven miles distant.

It was a fetethe Fete du bon Dieu, celebrated annually on this day throughout all this part of the country; in

all the villages there were little shrines erected, adorned with strings of blue corncockle, narcissus heads, and

poppies, bunches of green, pink, and white calico, moss and firtree branches, and in the midst of these

tastefully arranged bowers was an image of the Virgin and her Son, with whatever other saints the place was

At Briancon, which we reached (in a trap) at eight o'clock, these demonstrations were more imposing, but

less pleasing; the soldiers, too, were being drilled and exercised, and the whole scene was one of the greatest

Leaving our trap at Briancon and making a hasty breakfast at the Hotel de la Paix, we walked up a very

lonely valley towards Cervieres. I dare not say how many hours we wended our way up the brawling torrent

without meeting a soul or seeing a human habitation; it was fearfully hot too, and we longed for vin ordinaire;

Cervieres seemed as though it never would comestill the same rugged precipices, snowclad heights,

brawling torrent, and stony road, butterflies beautiful and innumerable, flowers to match, sky cloudless. At

last we are there; through the town, or rather village, the river rushes furiously, the dismantled houses and

gaping walls affording palpable traces of the fearful inundations of the previous year, not a house near the

river was sound, many quite uninhabitable, and more such as I am sure few of us would like to inhabit.

However, it is Cervieres such as it is, and we hope for our vin ordinaire; but, alas!not a human being, man,

woman or child, is to be seen, the houses are all closed, the noonday quiet holds the hill with a vengeance,

While we were pondering what this loneliness could mean, and wherefore we were unable to make an

entrance even into the little auberge that professed to loger a pied et a cheval, a kind of low wail or chaunt

began to make itself heard from the other side of the river; wild and strange, yet full of a music of its own, it

took my friend and myself so much by surprise that we almost thought for the moment that we had trespassed

on to the forbidden ground of some fairy people who lived alone here, high amid the sequestered valleys

where mortal steps were rare, but on going to the corner of the street we were undeceived indeed, but most

For from the church opposite first were pouring forth a string of young girls clad in their Sunday's best, then

followed the youths, as in duty bound, then came a few monks or friars or some such folk, carrying the

Virgin, then the men of the place, then the women and lesser children, all singing after their own rough

fashion; the effect was electrical, for in a few minutes the procession reached us, and dispersing itself far and

wide, filled the town with as much life as it had before been lonely. It was like a sudden introduction of the

whole company on to the theatre after the stage has been left empty for a minute, and to us was doubly

"Vous etes Piedmontais, monsieur," said one to me. I denied the accusation. "Alors vous etes Allemands." I

again denied and said we were English, whereon they opened their eyes wide and said, "Anglais,mais c'est

une autre chose," and seemed much pleased, for the alliance was then still in full favour. It caused them a

little disappointment that we were Protestants, but they were pleased at being able to tell us that there was a

Protestant minister higher up the valley which we said would "do us a great deal of pleasure."

The vin ordinaire was execrablethey only, however, charged us nine sous for it, and on our giving half a

franc and thinking ourselves exceedingly stingy for not giving a whole one, they shouted out "Voila les

Anglais, voila la generosite des Anglais," with evident sincerity. I thought to myself that the less we English

corrupted the primitive simplicity of these good folks the better; it was really refreshing to find several people

protesting about one's generosity for having paid a halfpenny more for a bottle of wine than was expected; at

Monetier we asked whether many English came there, and they told us yes, a great many, there had been

fifteen there last year, but I should imagine that scarcely fifteen could travel up past Cervieres, and yet the

I don't know what o'clock it was when we left Cervieresmidday I should imagine; we left the river on our

left and began to ascend a mountain pass called Izouard, as far as I could make out, but will not pledge

myself to have caught the name correctly; it was more lonely than ever, very high, much more snow on the

top than on the previous day over the Col du Lautaret, the path scarcely distinguishable, indeed quite lost in

many places, very beautiful but not so much so as the Col du Lautaret, and better on descending towards

Queyras than on ascending; from the summit of the pass the view of the several Alpine chains about is very

fine, but from the entire absence of trees of any kind it is more rugged and barren than I altogether liked;

going down towards Queyras we found the letters S.I.C. marked on a rock, evidently with the spike of an

We reached Queyras at about four very tired, for yesterday's work was heavy, and refresh ourselves with a

Reader, don't go into that auberge, carry up provision from Briancon, or at any rate carry the means of eating

it: they have only two knives in the place, one for the landlord and one for the landlady; these are clasp

knives, and they carry them in their pockets; I used the landlady's, my companion had the other; the room

was very like a cowhousedark, wooden, and smelling strongly of manure; outside I saw that one of the

beams supporting a huge projecting balcony that ran round the house was resting on a capital of white

marblea Lombard capital that had evidently seen better days, they could not tell us whence it came. Meat

they have none, so we gorge ourselves with omelette, and at halfpast five trudge on, for we have a long way

Abries is the name of the place we stopped at that night; it was pitchdark when we reached it, and the whole

town was gone to bed, but by great good luck we found a cafe still open (the inn was shut up for the night),

and there we lodged. I dare not say how many miles we had walked, but we were still plucky, and having

prevailed at last on the landlord to allow us clean sheets on our beds instead of the dirty ones he and his wife

had been sleeping on since Christmas, and making the best of the solitary decanter and pie dish which was all

the washing implements we were allowed (not a toothmug even extra), we had coffee and bread and brandy

for supper, and retired at about eleven to the soundest sleep in spite of our somewhat humble accommodation.

If nasty, at any rate it was cheap; they charged us a franc a piece for our suppers, beds, and two cigars; we

went to the inn to breakfast, where, though the accommodation was somewhat better, the charge was most

extortionate. Murray is quite right in saying the travellers should bargain beforehand at this inn (chez

Richard); I think they charged us five francs for the most ordinary breakfast. From this place we started at

about nine, and took a guide as far as the top of the Col de la Croix Haute, having too nearly lost our way

yesterday; the paths have not been traversed much yet, and the mule and sheep droppings are but scanty

indicators of the direction of paths of which the winds and rain have obliterated all other traces.

The Col de la Croix Haute is rightly named, it was very high, but not so hard to ascend until we reached the

snow. On the Italian side it is terribly steep, from the French side, however, the slope is more gradual. The

snow was deeper at the top of this pass than on either of the two previous days; in many places we sank deep

in, but had no real difficulty in crossing; on the Italian side the snow was gone and the path soon became

A sad disappointment, however, awaited us, for instead of the clear air that we had heretofore enjoyed, the

clouds were rolling up from the valley, and we entirely lost the magnificent view of the plains of Lombardy

which we ought to have seen; this was our first mishap, and we bore it heroically. A lunch may be had at

We must have both looked very questionable personages, for I remember that a man present asked me for a

Shortly below Prali the clouds drew off, or rather we reached a lower level, so that they were above us, and

now the walnut and the chestnut, the oak and the beech have driven away the pines of the other side, not that

there were many of them; soon, too, the vineyards come in, the Indian corn again flourishes everywhere, the

cherries grow ripe as we descend, and in an hour or two we felt to our great joy that we were fairly in Italy.

The descent is steep beyond compare, for La Tour, which we reached by four o'clock, is quite on the plain,

very much on a level with TurinI do not remember any descent between the twoand the pass cannot be

Passports are asked at Bobbio, but the very sight of the English name was at that time sufficient to cause the

La Tour is a Protestant place, or at any rate chiefly so, indeed all the way from Cervieres we have been

among people half Protestant and half Romanist; these were the Waldenses of the Middle Ages, they are

handsome, particularly the young women, and I should fancy an honest simple race enough, but not over

As a proof that we were in Italy we happened while waiting for table d'hote to be leaning over the balcony

that ran round the house and passed our bedroom door, when a man and a girl came out with two large pails

in their hands, and we watched them proceed to a cart with a barrel in it, which was in a corner of the yard;

we had been wondering what was in the barrel and were glad to see them commence tapping it, when lo! out

spouted the bloodred wine with which they actually half filled their pails before they left the spot. This was

as Italy should be. After dinner, too, as we stroll in the showy Italian sort of piazza near the inn, the florid

music which fills the whole square, accompanied by a female voice of some pretensions, again thoroughly

Italianises the scene, and when she struck up our English national anthem (with such a bass accompaniment!)

Sleeping at La Tour at the hotel kept by M. Gai (which is very good, clean, and cheap), we left next morning,

i.e. Tuesday, June 16, at four by diligence for Pinerolo, thence by rail to Turin where we spent the day. It was

Turin is a very handsome city, very regularly built, the streets running nearly all parallel to and at right angles

with each other; there are no suburbs, and the consequence is that at the end of every street one sees the

country; the Alps surround the city like a horseshoe, and hence many of the streets seem actually walled in

with a snowy mountain. Nowhere are the Alps seen to greater advantage than from Turin. I speak from the

experience, not of the journey I am describing, but of a previous one. From the Superga the view is

magnificent, but from the hospital for soldiers just above the Po on the eastern side of the city the view is

very similar, and the city seen to greater advantage. The Po is a fine river, but very muddy, not like the Ticino

which has the advantage of getting washed in the Lago Maggiore. On the whole Turin is well worth seeing.

Leaving it, however, on Wednesday morning we arrived at Arona about halfpast eleven: the country

between the two places is flat, but rich and well cultivated: much rice is grown, and in consequence the whole

country easily capable of being laid under water, a thing which I should imagine the Piedmontese would not

be slow to avail themselves of; we ought to have had the Alps as a background to the view, but they were still

veiled. It was here that a countryman, seeing me with one or two funny little pipes which I had bought in

By the time that we were at Arona the sun had appeared, and the clouds were gone; here, too, we determined

to halt for half a day, neither of us being quite the thing, so after a visit to the colossal statue of San Carlo,

which is very fine and imposing, we laid ourselves down under the shade of some chestnut trees above the

lake, and enjoyed the extreme beauty of everything around us, until we fell fast asleep, and yet even in sleep

we seemed to retain a consciousness of the unsurpassable beauty of the scene. After dinner (we were stopping

at the Hotel de la Poste, a very nice inn indeed) we took a boat and went across the lake to Angera, a little

town just opposite; it was in the Austrian territory, but they made no delay about admitting us; the reason of

our excursion was, that we might go and explore the old castle there, which is seated on an inconsiderable

eminence above the lake. It affords an excellent example of Italian domestic Gothic of the Middle Ages; San

Carlo was born and resided here, and, indeed, if saintliness were to depend upon beauty of natural scenery, no

The castle is only tenanted by an old man who keeps the place; we found him cooking his supper over a small

crackling fire of sticks, which he had lighted in the main hall; his feeble old voice chirps about San Carlo this

and San Carlo that as we go from room to room. We have no carpets hereplain honest brick floorsthe

chairs, indeed, have once been covered with velvet, but they are now so worn that one can scarcely detect that

they have been so, the tables warped and wormeaten, the few, that is, that remained there, the shutters

cracked and dry with the sun and summer of so many hundred yearsno Renaissance work here, yet for all

that there was something about it which made it to me the only really pleasurable nobleman's mansion that I

have ever been over; the view from the top is superb, and then the row home to Arona, the twinkling lights

softly gleaming in the lake, the bells jangling from the tall and gaudy campaniles, the stillness of the summer

nightso warm and yet so refreshing on the water; hush, there are some people singinghow sweetly their

voices are borne to us upon the slight breath of wind that alone is stirring; oh, it is a cruel thing to think of

war in connection with such a spot as this, and yet from this very Angera to this very Arona it is that the

Austrians have been crossing to commence their attack on Sardinia. I fear these next summer nights will not

be broken with the voice of much singing and that we shall have to hush for the roaring of cannon.

I never knew before how melodiously frogs can croakthere is a sweet guttural about some of these that I

never heard in England: before going to bed, I remember particularly one amorous batrachian courting

malgre sa maman regaled us with a lusciously deep rich croak, that served as a good accompaniment for the

My space is getting short, but fortunately we are getting on to ground better known; I will therefore content

myself with sketching out the remainder of our tour and leaving the reader to Murray for descriptions.

We left Arona with regret on Thursday morning (June 18), took steamer to the Isola Bella, which is an

example of how far human extravagance and folly can spoil a rock, which had it been left alone would have

been very beautiful, and thence by a little boat went to Baveno; thence we took diligence for Domo d'Ossola;

the weather clouded towards evening and big raindrops beginning to descend we thought it better to proceed

at once by the same diligence over the Simplon; we did not care to walk the pass in wet, therefore leaving

Domo d'Ossola at ten o'clock that night we arrived at Iselle about two; the weather clearing we saw the gorge

of Gondo and walked a good way up the pass in the early morning by the diligence; breakfasted at Simplon at

four o'clock in the morning, and without waiting a moment as soon as we got out at Brieg set off for Visp,

which we reached at twelve on foot; we washed and dressed there, dined and advanced to Leuk, and thence

up the most exquisitely beautiful road to Leukerbad, which we reached at about eight o'clock after a very

fatiguing day. The Hotel de la France is clean and cheap. Next morning we left at halfpast five and, crossing

the Gemini, got to Frutigen at halfpast one, took an open trap after dinner and drove to Interlaken, which we

reached on the Saturday night at eight o'clock, the weather first rate; Sunday we rested at Interlaken; on

Monday we assailed the Wengern Alp, but the weather being pouring wet we halted on the top and spent the

night there, being rewarded by the most transcendent evening view of the Jungfrau, Eiger, and Monch in the

clear cold air seen through a thin veil of semitransparent cloud that was continually scudding across them.

Next morning early we descended to Grindelwald, thence past the upper glacier under the Wetterhorn over

the Scheidegg to Rosenlaui, where we dined and saw the glacier, after dinner, descending the valley we

visited the falls of Reichenbach (which the reader need not do if he means to see those of the Aar at

Handegg), and leaving Meyringen on our left we recommenced an ascent of the valley of the Aar, sleeping at

Next day, i.e. Wednesday, June 24, leaving Guttannen very early, passing the falls of Handegg, which are

first rate, we reached the hospice at nine; had some wine there, and crawled on through the snow and up the

rocks to the summit of the passhere we met an old lady, in a blue ugly, with a pair of green spectacles,

carried in a chaise a porteur; she had taken it into her head in her old age that she would like to see a little of

the world, and here she was. We had seen her lady's maid at the hospice, concerning whom we were told that

she was "bien sage," and did not scream at the precipices. On the top of the Gemini, too, at halfpast seven in

the morning, we had met a somewhat similar lady walking alone with a blue parasol over the snow; about

half an hour after we met some porters carrying her luggage, and found that she was an invalid lady of Berne,

who was walking over to the baths at Leukerbad for the benefit of her healthwe scarcely thought there

could be much occasionleaving these two good ladies then, let us descend the Grimsel to the bottom of the

glacier of the Rhone, and then ascend the Furkaa stiff pull; we got there by two o'clock, dined (Italian is

spoken here again), and finally reached Hospenthal at halfpast five after a very long day.

On Thursday walking down to Amstegg and taking a trap to Fluelen, we then embarked on board a steamer

and had a most enjoyable ride to Lucerne, where we slept; Friday to Basle by rail, walking over the

Hauenstein, {2} and getting a magnificent panorama (alas! a final one) of the Alps, and from Basle to

Strasburg, where we ascended the cathedral as far as they would let us without special permission from a

power they called Mary, and then by the night train to Paris, where we arrived Saturday morning at ten.

Left Paris on Sunday afternoon, slept at Dieppe; left Dieppe Monday morning, got to London at three o'clock

or thereabouts, and might have reached Cambridge that night had we been so disposed; next day came safely

From my window {3} in the cool of the summer twilight I look on the umbrageous chestnuts that droop into

the river; Trinity library rears its stately proportions on the left; opposite is the bridge; over that, on the right,

the thick dark foliage is blackening almost into sombreness as the night draws on. Immediately beneath are

the arched cloisters resounding with the solitary footfall of meditative students, and suggesting grateful

retirement. I say to myself then, as I sit in my open window, that for a continuance I would rather have this

than any scene I have visited during the whole of our most enjoyed tour, and fetch down a Thucydides, for I

This piece and the ten that follow it date from Butler's undergraduate days. They were preserved by the late

Canon Joseph McCormick, who was Butler's contemporary at Cambridge and knew him well.

In a letter to THE TIMES, published 27 June, 1902, shortly after Butler's death, Canon McCormick gave

some interesting details of Butler's Cambridge days. "I have in my possession," he wrote, "some of the skits

with which he amused himself and some of his personal friends. Perhaps the skit professed to be a translation

from Thucydides, inimitable in its way, applied to Johnians in their successes or defeats on the river, or it was

the 'Prospectus of the Great Split Society,' attacking those who wished to form narrow or domineering parties

in the College, or it was a very striking poem on Napoleon in St. Helena, or it was a play dealing with a visit

to the Paris Exhibition, which he sent to PUNCH, and which, strange to say, the editor never inserted, or it

was an examination paper set to a gyp of a most amusing and clever character." One at least of the pieces

mentioned by Canon McCormick has unfortunately disappeared. Those that have survived are here published

for what they are worth. There is no necessity to apologise for their faults and deficiencies, which do not, I

think, obscure their value as documents illustrating the development of that gift of irony which Butler was

afterwards to wield with such brilliant mastery. 'Napoleon at St. Helena' and 'The Shield of Achilles' have

already appeared in THE EAGLE, December, 1902; the "Translation from Herodotus," "The Shield of

Achilles," "The Two Deans II," and "On the Italian Priesthood," in THE NOTEBOOKS OF SAMUEL

BUTLER; the "Prospectus of the Great Split Society" and "A Skit on Examinations" in THE EAGLE, June,

And the Johnians practise their tub in the following manner: They select eight of the most serviceable

freshmen and put these into a boat, and to each one of them they give an oar; and having told them to look at

the backs of the men before them they make them bend forward as far as they can and at the same moment,

and having put the end of the oar into the water pull it back again in to them about the bottom of the ribs; and

if any of them does not do this or looks about him away from the back of the man before him they curse him

in the most terrible manner, but if he does what he is bidden they immediately cry out:

For they do not call them by their names but by certain numbers, each man of them having a number allotted

to him in accordance with his place in the boat, and the first man they call stroke, but the last man bow; and

when they have done this for about fifty miles they come home again, and the rate they travel at is about

twenty five miles an hour; and let no one think that this is too great a rate, for I could say many other

wonderful things in addition concerning the rowing of the Johnians, but if a man wishes to know these things

he must go and examine them himself. But when they have done they contrive some such a device as this, for

they make them run many miles along the side of the river in order that they may accustom them to great

fatigue, and many of them being distressed in this way fall down and die, but those who survive become very

strong, and receive gifts of cups from the others; and after the revolution of a year they have great races with

their boats against those of the surrounding islanders, but the Johnians, both owing to the carefulness of the

training and a natural disposition for rowing, are always victorious. In this way then the Johnians, I say,

And in it he placed the Fitzwilliam and King's College Chapel and the lofty towered church of the Great Saint

Mary, which looketh toward the Senate House, and King's Parade and Trumpington Road and the Pitt Press

and the divine opening of the Market Square and the beautiful flowing fountain which formerly Hobson

laboured to make with skilful art; him did his father beget in the manypublichoused Trumpington from a

slavey mother, and taught him blameless works; and he, on the other hand, sprang up like a young shoot, and

many beautifully matched horses did he nourish in his stable, which used to convey his rich possessions to

London and the various cities of the world; but oftentimes did he let them out to others and whensoever

anyone was desirous of hiring one of the longtailed horses, he took them in order so that the labour was

equal to all, wherefore do men now speak of the choice of the renowned Hobson. And in it he placed the

close of the divine Parker, and many beautiful undergraduates were delighting their tender minds upon it

playing cricket with one another; and a match was being played and two umpires were quarrelling with one

another; the one saying that the batsman who was playing was out, and the other declaring with all his might

that he was not; and while they two were contending, reviling one another with abusive language, a ball came

and hit one of them on the nose, and the blood flowed out in a stream, and darkness was covering his eyes,

"Arnold, why dost thou strive with me since I am much wiser? Did I not see his leg before the wicket and

rightly declare him to be out? Thee then has Zeus now punished according to thy deserts, and I will seek

And in it he placed the Cam, and many boats equally rowed on both sides were going up and down on the

bosom of the deeprolling river, and the coxswains were cheering on the men, for they were going to enter

the contest of the scratchean fours; and three men were rowing together in a boat, strong and stout and

determined in their hearts that they would either first break a bloodvessel or earn for themselves the

electroplatedBirminghammanufactured magnificence of a pewter to stand on their hall tables in memorial

of their strength, and from time to time drink from it the exhilarating streams of beer whensoever their dear

heart should compel them; but the fourth was weak and unequally matched with the others, and the coxswain

"Smith, when thou hast begun the contest, be not flurried nor strive too hard against thy fate; look at the back

of the man before thee and row with as much strength as the Fates spun out for thee on the day when thou

fellest between the knees of thy mother, neither lose thine oar, but hold it tight with thy hands."

It is the object of this society to promote parties and splits in general, and since of late we have perceived

disunion among friends to be not nearly so ripe as in the Bible it is plainly commanded to be, we the

members of this club have investigated the means of producing, fostering, and invigorating strife of all kinds,

whereby the society of man will be profited much. For in a few hours we can by the means we have

discovered create so beautiful a dissension between two who have lately been friends, that they shall never

speak of one another again, and their spirit is to be greatly admired and praised for this. And since it is the

great goddess Talebearer who has contributed especially to our success, inasmuch as where she is not strife

will cease as surely as the fire goeth out when there is no wood to feed it, we will erect an altar to her and

perform monthly rites at her shrine in a manner hereafter to be detailed. And all men shall do homage to her,

for who is there that hath not felt her benefits? And the rites shall be of a cheerful character, and all the world

shall be right merry, and we will write her a hymn and Walmisley {4} shall set it to music. And any shall be

eligible to this society by only changing his name; for this is one of its happiest hits, to give a name to each of

its members arising from some mental peculiarity (which the gods and peacemakers call "foible"), whereby

each being perpetually kept in mind of this defect and being always willing to justify it shall raise a clamour

And we will have suppers once a month both to do honour unto Talebearer and to promote her interest. And

the society has laid down a form of conversation to be used at all such meetings, which shall engender

quarrellings even in the most unfavourable dispositions, and inflame the anger of one and all; and having

raised it shall set it going and start it on so firm a basis as that it may be left safely to work its own way, for

And the great key to this admirable treasurehouse is Self, who hath two beautiful children, SelfLove and

SelfPride . . . We have also aided our project much by the following contrivance, namely, that ten of the

society, the same who have the longest tongues and ears, shall make a quorum to manage all affairs

connected with it; and it is difficult to comprehend the amount of quarrelling that shall go on at these

And the monthly suppers shall be ordered in this way: Each man must take at least two tablespoonfuls of

vinegar, which shall make the wit sharp, or in default thereof one teaspoonful of pepper and mustard; for the

rest we leave the diet to the management of our stewards and bursars, but after the cloth has been removed

the president shall single out some one of the company, and in a calm and friendly manner acquaint him with

his faults and advise him in what way he may best amend the same. The member selected is compelled by the

rules to remain silent for the space of three minutes, and is then to retort and bring up six instances. He is to

call the present members to witness, and all are to take one side or the other, so that none be neutral, and the

melee will doubtless become general, and we expect that much beautiful latent abusive talent will be

developed in this way. But let all this be done with an air of great politeness, sincerity, and goodwill, at least

at the commencement, for this, when evidently fictitious, is a twoedged sword of irritation.

And if any grow weak in spirit and retreat from this society, and afterwards repent and wish again to join, he

shall be permitted to do so on condition of repeating the words, "Oh, ah!" "Lor!" "Such is life," "That's

cheerful," "He's a lively man, is Mr. Soandso" ten times over. For these are refreshing and beautiful words

And any members are at liberty to have small meetings among themselves, especially to tea, whereat they

may enjoy the ever fresh and pleasant luxury of scandal and mischiefmaking, and prepare their accusations

and taunts for the next general meeting; and this is not only permitted but enjoined and recommended

And sentences shall be written for the training of any young hand who wishes to become one of us, since

none can hope to arrive at once at the pitch of perfection to which the society has brought the art. And if that

any should be heard of his own free will and invention uttering one or more of these sentences and by these

means indicate much talent in the required direction, he shall be waited on by a committee of the club and

induced, if possible, to join us, for he will be an acquisition; and the sentences required are such as: "I think

soandso a very jolly fellow, indeed I don't know a man in the college I like better than soandso, but I

don't care twopence about him, at least it is all the same to me whether he cuts me or not."

The beauty of this sentence is not at first appreciable, for though selfdeceit and selfsatisfaction are both

very powerfully demonstrated in it, and though these are some of the society's most vehement supporters, yet

it is the good goddess Talebearer who nourisheth the seed of mischief thus sown.

It is also strictly forbidden by this society's laws to form a firm friendship grounded upon esteem and a

perception of great and good qualities in the object of one's liking, for this kind of friendship lasts a long

timenay, for life; but each member must have a furious and passionate running after his friend for the time

being, insomuch that he could never part for an instant from him. And when the society sees this it feels

comfortable, for it is quite certain that its objects are being promoted, for this cannot be brought about by any

but unnatural means and is the foundation and very soul of quarrelling. The stroking of the hair and

And at the suppers and the rites of Talebearer each member is to drop an anonymous opinion of some other

member's character into a common letter box, and the president shall read them out. Each member is to

defend himself; the formula for the commencement of each speech being: "I know who wrote that about me,

N.B.Any number of persons are allowed to speak at the same time. By these means it is hoped to restore

strife and dissension to the world, now alas! so fatally subjugated to a meanspirited thing called Charity,

which during the last month has been perfectly rampant in the college. Yes, we will give a helping hand to

bickerings, petty jealousies, backbitings, and all sorts of good things, and will be as jolly as ninepence

But, my son, think not that it is necessary for thee to be excellent if thou wouldst be powerful. Observe how

the lighter substance in nature riseth by its own levity and overtoppeth that which is the more grave. Even so,

my son, mayest thou be light and worthless, and yet make a goodly show above those who are of a more

intrinsic value than thyself. But as much circumspection will be necessary for thee to attain this glorious end,

and as by reason of thy youth thou art liable to miss many of the most able and effective means of becoming

possessed of it, hear the words of an old man and treasure them in thy heart. The required qualities, my son,

are easily procured; many are naturally gifted with them. In order, however, that thou mayest keep them in set

form in thy mind commit to memory the following list of requisites: Love of self, love of show, love of

The love of self, which shall chiefly manifest itself in the obtaining the best of all things for thyself to the

exclusion of another, be he who he may; and as mealtimes are the fittest occasion for the exercise of this

necessary quality, I will even illustrate my meaning that thou mayest the more plainly comprehend me.

Suppose that many are congregated to a breakfast and there is a dish of kidneys on the table, but not so many

but what the greater number must go without them, cry out with a loud voice, immediately that thou hast

perceived them: "Kidneys! Oh, ah! I say, G., old fellow, give us some kidneys." Then will the master of the

house be pleased that he hath provided something to thy liking, and as others from false shame will fear to do

the like thou wilt both obtain that thy soul desireth, and be looked upon by thy fellows as a bold fellow and

one who knoweth how to make his way in the world, and G. will say immediately: "Waiter, take this to Mr.

Potguts," and he taketh them, and so on, my son, with all other meats that are on the table, see thou refrain

not from one of them, for a large appetite well becometh a power, or if not a large one then a dainty one. But

if thine appetite be small and dainty see thou express contempt for a large eater as one inferior to thyself. Or

again, my son, if thou art not at a banquet but enterest any room where there are many met together, see thou

take the armchair or the best seat or couch, or what other place of comfort is in the room; and if there be

another power in the room as well as thyself see thou fight with him for it, and if thou canst by any craft get

rid of him an he be more thickly set than thyself, see that thou do this openly and with a noise, that all men

may behold and admire thee, for they will fear thee and yield and not venture to reprove thee openly; and so

long as they dare not, all will be well. Nevertheless I would have thee keep within certain bounds, lest men

turn upon thee if thy rule is too oppressive to be borne. And under this head I would class also the care and

tending of the sick; for in the first place the sick have many delicacies which those who are sound have not,

so that if thou lay the matter well, thou mayest obtain the lion's share of these things also. But more

particularly the minds of men being weak and easily overpowered when they are in sickness, thou shalt

obtain much hold over them, and when they are well (whether thou didst really comfort them or not) they will

fear to say aught against thee, lest men shall accuse them of ingratitude. But above all see thou do this openly

and in the sight of men, who thinking in consequence that thy heart is very soft and amiable notwithstanding

a few outward defects, will not fail to commend thee and submit to thee the more readily, and so on all counts

thou art the gainer, and it will serve thee as an excuse with the authorities for the neglect or breach of duty.

But all this is the work of an exceedingly refined and clever power and not absolutely necessary, but I have

named it as a means of making thy yoke really the lighter but nevertheless the more firmly settled upon the

As for the love of show this is to display itself in thy dress, in the trimming or in the growth of thy whiskers,

in thy walk and carriage, in the company thou keepest, seeing that thou go with none but powers or men of

wealth or men of title, and caring not so much for men of parts, since these commonly deal less in the exterior

and are not fit associates, for thou canst have nothing in common with them. When thou goest to thy dinner

let a time elapse, so that thine entry may cause a noise and a disturbance, and when after much bustling thou

hast taken thy seat, say not: "Waiter, will you order me green peas and a glass of college," but say: "Waiter

(and then a pause), peas," and then suffer him to depart, and when he hath gone some little way recall him

with a loud voice, which shall reach even unto the ears of the fellows, say, "and, waiter, college"; and when

they are brought unto thee complain bitterly of the same. When thou goest to chapel talk much during the

service, or pray much; do not the thing by halves; thou must either be the very religious power, which kind

though the less remarked yet on the whole hath the greater advantage, or the thoughtless power, but above all

see thou combine not the two, at least not in the same company, but let thy religion be the same to the same

men. Always, if thou be a careless power, come in late to chapel and hurriedly; sit with the other powers and

converse with them on the behaviour of others or any other light and agreeable topic. And, as I said above,

under this love of show thou must include the choice of thine acquaintance, and as it is not possible for thee

to order it so as not to have knowledge of certain men whom it will not be convenient for thee to know at all

times and in all places, see thou cultivate those two excellent defects of both sight and hearing which will

enable thee to pass one thou wouldst not meet, without seeing him or hearing his salutation. If thou hast a

cousin or schoolfellow who is somewhat rustic or uncouth in his manner but nevertheless hath an excellent

heart, know him in private in thine individual capacity, but when thou art abroad or in the company of other

powers shun him as if he were a venomous thing and deadly. Again, if thou sittest at table with a man at the

house of a friend and laughest and talkest with him and playest pleasant, if he be not perfect in respect of

externals see thou pass him the next day without a smile, even though he may have prepared his countenance

for a thousand grins; but if in the house of the same friend or another thou shouldst happen to stumble upon

him, deal with him as though thy previous conversation had broken off but five minutes previously; but

should he be proud and have all nothing to say unto thee, forthwith calumniate him to thine acquaintance as a

And with regard to smoking, though that, too, is advantageous, it is not necessary so much for the power as

for the fast man, for the power is a more calculating and thoughtful being than this one; but if thou smokest,

see that others know it; smoke cigars if thou canst afford them; if not, say thou wonderest at such as do, for to

thy liking a pipe is better. And with regard to all men except thine own favoured and preeminent clique,

designate them as "cheerful," "lively," or use some other ironical term with regard to them. So much then for

And of the love of sound I would have thee observe that it is but a portion of the love of show, but so

necessary for him who would be admired without being at the same time excellent and worthy of admiration

as to deserve a separate heading to itself. At meal times talk loudly, laugh loudly, condemn loudly; if thou

sneezest sneeze loudly; if thou call the waiter do so with a noise and, if thou canst, while he is speaking to

another and receiving orders from him; it will be a convenient test of thine advance to see whether he will at

once quit the other in the midst of his speech with him and come to thee, or will wait until the other hath

done; if thou handle it well he will come to thee at once. When others are in their rooms, as thou passeth

underneath their windows, sing loudly and all men will know that a power goeth by and will hush

accordingly; if thou hast a good voice it will profit thee much, if a bad one, care not so long as it be a loud

one; but above all be it remembered that it is to be loud at all times and not low when with powers greater

than thyself, for this damneth mucheven powers being susceptible of awe, when they shall behold one

resolutely bent to outtop them, and thinking it advisable to lend such an one a helping hand lest he

overthrow thembut if thy voice be not a loud one, thou hadst better give up at once the hope of rising to a

height by thine own skill, but must cling to and flatter those who have, and if thou dost this well thou wilt

And of personal strength and prowess in bodily accomplishment, though of great help in the origin, yet are

they not necessary; but the more thou lackest physical and mental powers the more must thou cling to the

powerful and rise with them; the more careful must thou be of thy dress, and the more money will it cost thee,

for thou must fill well the bladders that keep thee on the surface, else wilt thou sink.

And of reserve, let no man know anything about thee. If thy father is a greengrocer, as I dare say is the case

with some of the most mighty powers in the land, what matter so long as another knoweth it not? See that

thou quell all inquisitive attempts to discover anything about thine habits, thy country, thy parentage, and, in

a word, let no one know anything of thee beyond the exterior; for if thou dost let them within thy soul, they

will find but little, but if it be barred and locked, men will think that by reason of thy strong keeping of the

And of openness, be reserved in the particular, open in the general; talk of debts, of women, of money, but

say not what debts, what women, or what money; be most open when thou doest a shabby thing, which thou

knowest will not escape detection. If thy coat is bad, laugh and boast concerning it, call attention to it and say

thou hast had it for ten years, which will be a lie, but men will nevertheless think thee frank, but run not the

risk of wearing a bad coat, save only in vacation time or in the country. But when thou doest a shabby thing

which will not reach the general light, breathe not a word of it, but bury it deeply in some corner of thine own

knowledge only; if it come out, glory in it; if not, let it sleep, for it is an unprofitable thing to turn over bad

And of distrust, distrust all men, most of all thine own friends; they will know thee best, and thou them; thy

real worth cannot escape them, think not then that thou wilt get service out of them in thy need, think not that

they will deny themselves that thou mayest be saved from want, that they will in after life put out a finger to

save thee, when thou canst be of no more use to them, the clique having been broken up by time. Nay, but be

in thyself sufficient; distrust, and lean not so much as an ounceweight upon another.

These things keep and thou shalt do well; keep them all and thou wilt be perfect; the more thou keep, the

more nearly wilt thou arrive at the end I proposed to thee at the commencement, and even if thou doest but

one of these things thoroughly, trust me thou wilt still have much power over thy fellows.

[It should be explained that Tom Bridges was a gyp at St. John's College, during Butler's residence at

We now come to the most eventful period in Mr. Bridges' life: we mean the time when he was elected to the

shoeblack scholarship, compared with which all his previous honours sank into insignificance.

Mr. Bridges had long been desirous of becoming a candidate for this distinction, but, until the death of Mr.

Leader, no vacancy having occurred among the scholars, he had as yet had no opportunity of going in for it.

The income to be derived from it was not inconsiderable, and as it led to the porter fellowship the mere

pecuniary value was not to be despised, but thirst of fame and the desire of a more public position were the

chief inducements to a man of Mr. Bridges' temperament, in which ambition and patriotism formed so

prominent a part. Latin, however, was not Mr. Bridges' forte; he excelled rather in the higher branches of

arithmetic and the abstruse sciences. His attainments, however, in the dead languages were beyond those of

most of his contemporaries, as the letter he sent to the Master and Seniors will abundantly prove. It was

chiefly owing to the great reverence for genius shown by Dr. Tatham that these letters have been preserved to

us, as that excellent man, considering that no circumstance connected with Mr. Bridges' celebrity could be

justly consigned to oblivion, rescued these valuable relics from the Bedmaker, as she was on the point of

using them to light the fire. By him they were presented to the author of this memoir, who now for the first

time lays them before the public. The first was to the Master himself, and ran as follows:

Possum bene blackere shoas, et locus shoeblackissis vacuus est. Makee me shoeblackum si hoc tibi placeat,

We subjoin Mr. Bridges' autograph. The reader will be astonished to perceive its resemblance to that of

Napoleon I, with whom he was very intimate, and with anecdotes of whom he used very frequently to amuse

The second letter was to the Senior Bursar, who had often before proved himself a friend to Mr Bridges, and

Shortly afterwards Mr. Bridges was called upon, with six other competitors, to attend in the Combination

1. Derive the word "blacking." What does Paley say on this subject? Do you, or do you not, approve of

Paley's arguments, and why? Do you think that Paley knew anything at all about it?

2. Who were Day and Martin? Give a short sketch of their lives, and state their reasons for advertising their

3. Do you consider the Japanese the original inventors of blacking? State the principal ingredients of

blacking, and give a chemical analysis of the following substances: Sulphate of zinc, nitrate of silver,

4. Is blacking an effective remedy against hydrophobia? Against cholera? Against lockjaw? And do you

consider it as valuable an instrument as burnt corks in playing tricks upon a drunken man?

This was the Master's paper. The Mathematical Lecturer next gave him a few questions, of which the most

1. Prove that the shoe may be represented by an equation of the fifth degree. Find the equation to a man

2. A had 500 shoes to black every day, but being unwell for two days he had to hire a substitute, and paid him

a third of the wages per shoe which he himself received. Had A been ill two days longer there would have

been the devil to pay; as it was he actually paid the sum of the geometrical series found by taking the first n

letters of the substitute's name. How much did A pay the substitute? (Answer, 13s. 6d.)

3. Prove that the scrapingknife should never be a secant, and the brush always a tangent to a shoe.

4. Can you distinguish between meum and tuum? Prove that their values vary inversely as the propinquity of

5. How often should a shoeblack ask his master for beer notes? Interpret a negative result.

Among the eminent persons deceased during the past week we have to notice Mr. Arthur Ward, the author of

the very elegant treatise on the penny whistle. Mr. Ward was rather above the middle height, inclined to be

stout, and had lost a considerable portion of his hair. Mr. Ward did not wear spectacles, as asserted by a

careless and misinformed contemporary. Mr. Ward was a man of great humour and talent; many of his

sayings will be treasured up as household words among his acquaintance, for instance, "Lor!" "Oh, ah!"

"Sech is life." "That's cheerful." "He's a lively man is Mr. . . . " His manners were affable and agreeable, and

his playful gambols exhibited an agility scarcely to be expected from a man of his stature. On Thursday last

Mr. Ward was dining off beefsteak pie when a bit of gristle, unfortunately causing him to cough, brought on

a fit of apoplexy, the progress of which no medical assistance was able to arrest. It is understood that the

funeral arrangements have been entrusted to our very respectable fellowtownsman Mr. Smith, and will take

SCENE.The Court of St. John's College, Cambridge. Enter the two Deans on their way to morning chapel.

JUNIOR DEAN. Brother, I am much pleased with Samuel Butler, I have observed him mightily of late;

Methinks that in his melancholy walk And air subdued whene'er he meeteth me Lurks something more than

SENIOR DEAN. It is a good young man. I do bethink me That once I walked behind him in the cloister; He

saw me not, but whispered to his fellow: "Of all men who do dwell beneath the moon I love and reverence

JUNIOR DEAN. One thing is passing strange, and yet I know not How to condemn it, but in one plain brief

word He never comes to Sunday morning chapel. Methinks he teacheth in some Sundayschool, Feeding the

poor and starveling intellect With wholesome knowledge, or on the Sabbath morn He loves the country and

the neighbouring spire Of Madingley or Coton, or perchance Amid some humble poor he spends the day,

Conversing with them, learning all their cares, Comforting them and easing them in sickness.

SENIOR DEAN. I will advance him to some public post, He shall be chapel clerk, some day a Fellow, Some

Enter BUTLER suddenly, without a coat or anything on his head, rushing through the cloisters, bearing a

cup, a bottle of cider, four lemons, two nutmegs, half a pound of sugar and a nutmeg grater.

Curtain falls on the confusion of BUTLER and the horrorstricken dismay of the two Deans.

The Temperance commissioners In awful conclave sat, Their noses into this to poke To poke them into that

In awful conclave sat they, And swore a solemn oath, That snuff should make no Briton sneeze, That smokers

Forth went a great Teetotaller, With pamphlet armed and pen, He travelled east, he travelled west, Tobacco to

condemn. At length to Cantabrigia, To move her sons to shame, Foredoomed to chaff and insult, That gallant

'Tis Friday: to the Guildhall Come pouring in apace The gownsmen and the townsmen Right thro' the market

place They meet, these bitter foemen Not enemies but friends Then fearless to the rostrum, The Lecturer

He cursed the martyr'd Raleigh, He cursed the mild cigar, He traced to pipe and cabbage leaf Consumption

and catarrh; He railed at simple bird'seye, By freshmen only tried, And with rude and bitter jest assailed The

When suddenly full twenty pipes, And weeds full twenty more Were seen to rise at signal, Where none were

seen before. No mouth but puffed out gaily A cloud of yellow fume, And merrily the curls of smoke Went

In vain th' indignant mayor harangued, A mighty chandler he! While peas his hoary head around They

whistled pleasantly. In vain he tenderly inquired, 'Mid many a wild "hurrah!" "Of this what father dear would

In rushed a host of peelers, With a sergeant at the head, Jaggard to every kitchen known, Of missuses the

dread. In rushed that warlike multitude, Like bees from out their hive, With Fluffy of the squinting eye, And

Up sprang Inspector Fluffy, Up Sergeant Jaggard rose, And playfully with staff he tapped A gownsman on

the nose. As falls a thundersmitten oak, The valiant Jaggard fell, With a line above each ogle, And a "mouse"

But hark! the cry is "Smuffkins! And loud the gownsmen cheer, And lo! a stalwart Johnian Comes jostling

from the rear: He eyed the flinching peelers, He aimed a deadly blow, Then quick before his fist went down

Inspector, Marshal, Peelers, Town, While fiercer fought the joyful Gown, To see the claret flow.

They run, they run! to win the door The vanquished peelers flew; They left the sergeant's hat behind, And the

lecturer's surtout: Now by our Lady Margaret, It was a goodly sight, To see that routed multitude Swept down

Then hurrah! for gallant Smuffkins, For Cantabs one hurrah! Like wolves in quest of prey they scent A peeler

from afar. Hurrah! for all who strove and bled For liberty and right, What time within the Guildhall Was

This an adaptation of the following epigram, which appeared in Giuseppe Giusti's RACCOLTA DI

The following article, which originally appeared in the CAMBRIDGE MAGAZINE, 1 March, 1913, is by

Mr. A. T. Bartholomew, of the University Library, Cambridge, who has most kindly allowed me to include it

in the present volume. Mr. Bartholomew's discovery of Samuel Butler's parody of the Simeonite tract throws

a most interesting light upon a curious passage in THE WAY OF ALL FLESH, and it is a great pleasure to

me to be able to give Butlerians the story of Mr. Bartholomew's "find" in his own words.

Readers of Samuel Butler's remarkable story The Way of All Flesh will probably recall his description of the

Simeonites (chap. xlvii), who still flourished at Cambridge when Ernest Pontifex was up at Emmanuel.

Ernest went down in 1858; so did Butler. Throughout the book the spiritual and intellectual life and

"The one phase of spiritual activity which had any life in it during the time Ernest was at Cambridge was

connected with the name of Simeon. There were still a good many Simeonites, or as they were more briefly

called 'Sims,' in Ernest's time. Every college contained some of them, but their headquarters were at Caius,

whither they were attracted by Mr. Clayton, who was at that time senior tutor, and among the sizars of St.

John's. Behind the then chapel of this lastnamed college was a 'labyrinth' (this was the name it bore) of

dingy, tumbledown rooms," and here dwelt many Simeonites, "unprepossessing in feature, gait, and

manners, unkempt and illdressed beyond what can be easily described. Destined most of them for the

Church, the Simeonites held themselves to have received a very loud call to the ministry . . . They would be

instant in season and out of season in imparting spiritual instruction to all whom they could persuade to listen

to them. But the soil of the more prosperous undergraduates was not suitable for the seed they tried to sow.

When they distributed tracts, dropping them at night into good men's letter boxes while they were asleep,

their tracts got burnt, or met with even worse contumely." For Ernest Pontifex "they had a repellent

attraction; he disliked them, but he could not bring himself to leave them alone. On one occasion he had gone

so far as to parody one of the tracts they had sent round in the night, and to get a copy dropped into each of

the leading Simeonites' boxes. The subject he had taken was 'Personal Cleanliness.'"

Some years ago I found among the Cambridge papers in the late Mr. J. W. Clark's collection three printed

pieces bearing on the subject. The first is a genuine Simeonite tract; the other two are parodies. All three are

anonymous. At the top of the second parody is written "By S. Butler. March 31." It will be necessary to give

a few quotations from the Simeonite utterance in order to bring out the full flavour of Butler's parody, which

is given entire. Butler went up to St. John's in October, 1854; so at the time of writing this squib he was in his

I.Extracts from the sheet dated "St. John's College, March 13th, 1855." In a manuscript note this is stated

1. When a celebrated French king once showed the infidel philosopher Hume into his carriage, the latter at

once leaped in, on which his majesty remarked: "That's the most accomplished man living."

It is impossible to presume enough on Divine grace; this kind of presumption is the characteristic of Heaven.

2. Religion is not an obedience to external forms or observances, but "a bold leap in the dark into the arms of

4. However Church Music may raise the devotional feelings, these bring a man not one iota nearer to Christ,

13. The ONE thing needful is Faith: Faith = 0.25 (historical faith) + 0.75 (heartbelief, or assurance, or

18. The Lord's church has been always peculiarly tried at different stages of history, and each era will have its

peculiar glory in eternity. . . . At the present time the trial for the church is peculiar; never before, perhaps,

were the insinuations of the adversary so plausible and artfulhis ingenuity so subtlehimself so much an

angel of lightexperience has sharpened his wit"WHILE MEN SLEPT the enemy sowed tares"he is

now the base hypocritehe suits his blandishments to allthe Church is lulled in the arms of the monster,

1. Beware! Beware! Beware! The enemy sowed tracts in the night, and the righteous men tremble.

2. There are only 10 good men in John's; I am one; reader, calculate your chance of salvation.

3. The genuine recipe for the leaven of the Pharisees is still extant, and runs as follows: Selfdeceit 0.33 +

want of charity 0.5 + outward show 0.33, humbug infinity, insert Sim or not as required. Reader, let each one

4. "The University Church is a place too much neglected by the young men up here." Thus said the learned

Selwyn, {5} and he said well. How far better would it be if each man's own heart was a little University

Church, the pericardium a little University churchyard, wherein are buried the lust of the flesh, the pomps and

vanities of this wicked world; the veins and arteries, little clergymen and bishops ministering therein; and the

blood a stream of soberness, temperance and chastity perpetually flowing into it.

5. The deluge went before, misery followed after, in the middle came a Puseyite playing upon an organ.

6. Church music is as the whore of Babylon, or the ramping lion who sought whom he might devour; music

in a church cannot be good, when St. Paul bade those who were merry to sing psalms. Music is but tinkling

brass, and sounding cymbals, which is what St. Paul says he should himself be, were he without charity; he

7. The most truly religious and only thoroughly good man in Cambridge is Clayton, {6} of Cams.

8. "Charity is but the compassion that we feel for our own vices when we perceive their hatefulness in other

people." Charity, then, is but another name for selfishness, and must be eschewed accordingly.

9. A great French king was walking one day with the late Mr. B., when the king dropped his umbrella. Mr. B.

instantly stooped down and picked it up. The king said in a very sweet tone, "Thank you."

10. The Cam is the river Jordan. An unthinking mind may consider this a startling announcement. Let such an

11. When I've lost a button off my trousers I go to the tailors' and get a new one sewn on.

12. Faith and Works were walking one day on the road to Zion, when Works turned into a publichouse, and

said he would not go any further, at the same time telling Faith to go on by himself, and saying that "he

should be only a drag upon him." Faith accordingly left Works in the alehouse, and went on. He had not

gone far before he began to feel faint, and thought he had better turn back and wait for Works. He suited the

action to the word, and finding Works in an advanced state of beer, fell to, and even surpassed that worthy in

his potations. They then set to work and fought lustily, and would have done each other a mortal injury had

not a Policeman providentially arrived, and walked them off to the stationhouse. As it was they were fined

13. What can 10 fools do among 300 sinners? They can do much harm, and had far better let the sinners seek

peace their own way in the wilderness than ram it down their throats during the night.

14. Barnwell is a place near Cambridge. It is one of the descents into the infernal regions; nay, the infernal

regions have there ascended to the upper earth, and are rampant. He that goeth by it shall be scorched, but he

that seeketh it knowingly shall be devoured in the twinkling of an eye, and become withered as the grass at

15. Young men do not seem to consider that houses were made to pray in, as well as to eat and to drink in.

Spiritual food is much more easily procured and far cheaper than bodily nutriment; that, perhaps, is the

16. When we were children our nurses used to say, "Rockabye baby on the tree top, when the bough bends

the cradle will rock." Do the nurses intend the wind to represent temptation and the storm of life, the treetop

ambition, and the cradle the body of the child in which the soul traverses life's ocean? I cannot doubt all this

passes through the nurses' minds. Again, when they say, "Little Bo peep has lost her sheep and doesn't know

where to find them; let them alone and they'll come home with their tails all right behind them," is Little

Bopeep intended for mother Church? Are the sheep our erring selves, and our subsequent return to the fold?

17. A child will often eat of itself what no compulsion can induce it to touch. Men are disgusted with religion

if it is placed before them at unseasonable times, in unseasonable places, and clothed in a most unseemly

dress. Let them alone, and many will perhaps seek it for themselves, whom the world suspects not. A whited

sepulchre is a very picturesque object, and I like it immensely, and I like a Sim too. But the whited sepulchre

is an acknowledged humbug and most of the Sims are not, in my opinion, very far different.

{1} This was called to my attention by a distinguished Greek scholar of this University.

{2} The Hauenstein tunnel was not completed until later. Its construction was delayed by a fall of earth

{3} Mr. J. F. Harris has identified Butler's rooms in the third court of St. John's College.R. A. S.

{4} As Walmisley died in January, 1856, this piece must evidently date from Butler's first year at

{5} William Selwyn D.D., Fellow of St. John's Lady Margaret Professor of Divinity, died 1875.A. T. B.

{6} Charles Clayton, M.A., of Gonville and Caius, Vicar of Holy Trinity, Cambridge, 185165. Died