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Rh Who that has seen a Ch. Ch. man conducting his troop of 'lionesses' (so called from the savage and pitiless greed with which they devour the various sights of Oxford) through its ancient precincts, that has noticed the convulsive start and ghastly stare that always affect new-comers when first they come into view of the new Belfry, that has heard the eager questions with which they assail their guide as to the how, the why, the what for, and the how long, of this astounding phenomenon, can have failed to mark the manly glow which immediately suffuses the cheek of the hapless cicerone?

'Is it the glow of conscious pride— Of pure ambition gratified— That seeks to read in other eye Something of its own ecstasy? Or wrath, that worldlings should make fun Of anything 'the House' has done? Or puzzlement, that seeks in vain The rigid mystery to explain? Or is it shame that, knowing not How to defend or cloak the blot—