CHAPTER XV--ON UNIVERSITY SNOBS

I should like to fill several volumes with accounts of various

University Snobs; so fond are my reminiscences of them, and so numerous

are they. I should like to speak, above all, of the wives and daughters

of some of the Professor-Snobs; their amusements, habits, jealousies;

their innocent artifices to entrap young men; their picnics, concerts,

and evening-parties. I wonder what has become of Emily Blades, daughter

of Blades, the Professor of the Mandingo language? I remember her

shoulders to this day, as she sat in the midst of a crowd of about

seventy young gentlemen, from Corpus and Catherine Hall, entertaining

them with ogles and French songs on the guitar. Are you married, fair

Emily of the shoulders? What beautiful ringlets those were that used to

dribble over them!--what a waist!--what a killing sea-green shot-silk

gown!--what a cameo, the size of a muffin! There were thirty-six young

men of the University in love at one time with Emily Blades: and no

words are sufficient to describe the pity, the sorrow, the deep,

deep commiseration--the rage, fury, and uncharitableness, in other

words--with which the Miss Trumps (daughter of Trumps, the Professor

of Phlebotomy) regarded her, because she DIDN'T squint, and because she

WASN'T marked with the small-pox.

As for the young University Snobs, I am getting too old, now, to speak

of such very familiarly. My recollections of them lie in the far, far

past--almost as far back as Pelham's time.

We THEN used to consider Snobs raw-looking lads, who never missed

chapel; who wore highlows and no straps; who walked two hours on the

Trumpington road every day of their lives; who carried off the college

scholarships, and who overrated themselves in hall. We were premature in

pronouncing our verdict of youthful Snobbishness The man without straps

fulfilled his destiny and duty. He eased his old governor, the curate

in Westmoreland, or helped his sisters to set up the Ladies' School. He

wrote a 'Dictionary,' or a 'Treatise on Conic Sections,' as his nature

and genius prompted. He got a fellowship: and then took to himself a

wife, and a living. He presides over a parish now, and thinks it rather

a dashing thing to belong to the 'Oxford and Cambridge Club;' and his

parishioners love him, and snore under his sermons. No, no, HE is not a

Snob. It is not straps that make the gentleman, or highlows that unmake

him, be they ever so thick. My son, it is you who are the Snob if you

lightly despise a man for doing his duty, and refuse to shake an honest

man's hand because it wears a Berlin glove.

We then used to consider it not the least vulgar for a parcel of lads

who had been whipped three months previous, and were not allowed more

than three glasses of port at home, to sit down to pineapples and ices

at each other's rooms, and fuddle themselves with champagne and claret.

One looks back to what was called a 'wine-party' with a sort of wonder.

Thirty lads round a table covered with bad sweetmeats, drinking bad

wines, telling bad stories, singing bad songs over and over again. Milk

punch--smoking--ghastly headache--frightful spectacle of dessert-table

next morning, and smell of tobacco--your guardian, the clergyman,

dropping in, in the midst of this--expecting to find you deep in

Algebra, and discovering the Gyp administering soda-water.

There were young men who despised the lads who indulged in the coarse

hospitalities of wine-parties, who prided themselves in giving RECHERCHE

little French dinners. Both wine-party-givers and dinner-givers were

Snobs.

There were what used to be called 'dressy' Snobs:--Jimmy, who might

be seen at five o'clock elaborately rigged out, with a camellia in his

button-hole, glazed boots, and fresh kid-gloves twice a day;--Jessamy,

who was conspicuous for his 'jewellery,'--a young donkey, glittering

all over with chains, rings, and shirt-studs;--Jacky, who rode every day

solemnly on the Blenheim Road, in pumps and white silk stockings, with

his hair curled,--all three of whom flattered themselves they gave laws

to the University about dress--all three most odious varieties of Snobs.

Sporting Snobs of course there were, and are always--those happy beings

in whom Nature has implanted a love of slang: who loitered about the

horsekeeper's stables, and drove the London coaches--a stage in and

out--and might be seen swaggering through the courts in pink of early

mornings, and indulged in dice and blind-hookey at nights, and

never missed a race or a boxing-match; and rode flat-races, and kept

bull-terriers. Worse Snobs even than these were poor miserable wretches

who did not like hunting at all, and could not afford it, and were in

mortal fear at a two-foot ditch; but who hunted because Glenlivat and

Cinqbars hunted. The Billiard Snob and the Boating Snob were varieties

of these, and are to be found elsewhere than in universities.

Then there were Philosophical Snobs, who used to ape statesmen at the

spouting-clubs, and who believed as a fact that Government always had

an eye on the University for the selection of orators for the House of

Commons. There were audacious young free-thinkers, who adored nobody or

nothing, except perhaps Robespierre and the Koran, and panted for the

day when the pale name of priest should shrink and dwindle away before

the indignation of an enlightened world.

But the worst of all University Snobs are those unfortunates who go

to rack and ruin from their desire to ape their betters. Smith becomes

acquainted with great people at college, and is ashamed of his father

the tradesman. Jones has fine acquaintances, and lives after their

fashion like a gay free-hearted fellow as he is, and ruins his father,

and robs his sister's portion, and cripples his younger brother's outset

in life, for the pleasure of entertaining my lord, and riding by the

side of Sir John. And though it may be very good fun for Robinson to

fuddle himself at home as he does at College, and to be brought home by

the policeman he has just been trying to knock down--think what fun it

is for the poor old soul his mother!--the half-pay captain's widow, who

has been pinching herself all her life long, in order that that jolly

young fellow might have a University education.

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