text:  In vain among the cold conventionalities of life shall I look for the warm and kindly welcome the sympathy of feeling the unrestrained yet courteous familiarity of intercourse which was part and parcel of a college life; and if for this only I should say of Oxford that I shall not look upon its like again--if for this only I doubt whether the years of my youthful pilgrimage were altogether evil who shall gainsay me? Where or in what society of wise and orderly and respectable "grown-up children " shall I find the sincerity and warm-heartedness that once were the atmosphere of my daily life? Where is the friend of my maturer choosing into whose house I can walk at any time and feel sure I am no intruder? Where is the man among those with whom I am by hard fate compelled to associate who does not measure his regard his hospitality his very smiles by my income my station in society--any thing but myself? Older and wiser!--oh yes!--youthful friendship is very foolish in such matters