text:  Not a glimpse can they discover of the cold rides--miserable scenes among the dying the idle the dissolute--hope deferred--strength decaying--the proud man's contumely the rich vulgarian's scorn--struggle struggle! toil and trouble! Blessings say I on the outspoken head of St John's and the impenetrability of Euclid that kept a blue coat on my back and disappointed my father's expectation of seeing me Lord Bishop of Durham