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Sept. ‘8, 1877. pupil, signed by the parent or guardian, must be sent to the Secretary previously to admission. Pupils may, for any grave offence, be expelled by the Master, subject to an appeal by their parents or guardians to the Council. EXHIBITIONS AND PRIZES. Besides prizes of books, in all subjects awarded annually at the midsummer examinations, there are the following special priz-s:— 1, The Council grant three exhibitions of the annual value of £40 each, and tenable for thres years during residence at. any College in Oxford or Cambridge. These are so arrauged that one is vacant every year. All exhibitions at these uni- versities (and all others founded by the Couneil) are Open for competition to sons of clergymen and laymen alike. : 2. The Rev. Matthew Wilkinson has given two exhibitions, open to general competition, of the annual value of £40, and tenable for three years during residence at any college in Oxford or Cambridge. 3. Additional exhibitions are now provided by a scheme of voluntary contributions, each beirg of the value of £50 per annum, terable also for three years, and so arranged that one is vacant every year, 4. The Rev. Jobn Ireland, D.D., Dean of Westminster, gave £1,0U0, to be investéd in 3 per cent. Consols. to found two exhibitions (to be enjoyed while at this scho.)) to be given in equal poruions to two sons of clergymen, nomi tated by the trustees and not exceeding fourteen years of age, who shall pass the best examination in such books as the trustees, with the assistance of the master, shall appoint. The successful candidates are Called ‘‘ Dean Jreland’s Exhibitioners.” Of the highest order of charity is that called ‘anonymous,’ when some generous individual ‘does good by stealth,’’ concealing the source from whence the stream of gold fi »ws. Although Marlborough College ig such an infant beside is older compeers among the Grea Schools, it has yet been distinguished by-a-bere: faction, in the shape of an exhibition, arising from the interest of £500, “for sons of clergy- men of the Church of England who shall have Served five years as military chaplains, or as missionaries under the authority of the Church of Kogland, within the limits of the East India Company’s charters, The age of the candidate Must not exceed 13 years on the 18:4 of January previous to the election. The exhibition to be tenable “at this College’’ for two years, and renewable for two years more at the recommenda- tion of the master, regard being had to the im- provement and moral conduct of the pupil. The pupil, nevertheless, to be removable by order of the Council. The Representative in Parliament for the Borough of Marlborough, Lord Ernest Bruce, gives annually a prizes of books to the value of ten guineas for the best exercise in such classical composition or other subject as the Council, with the assistance of the master, shall appoint. The “ Plater Priz3” of books tothe value of five guineas is given annually “ for the encouragement of the study of the English language in its purity,’’ for the beat ode or poem in heroic verse on such subject as shall be appointed. We cannot resis: the temptation of rescuing from the oblivion of the College Calendar the Plater prize poem, for the year 1852, written by H.P. Darwall, a scholar, whose hard work {s testified by the fact that the same year he took inaddition the prize for classics and divinity, an exhibition, Mr. Few’s priza (£5 in books), and the prize for Greek Iambics, Those of our readera who aspire to poetry will do well to study the admirable diction and con- struction of this poem, PIZARRO, Accurs'd ambition! by that fearless crime Virst fell the angels from their seats sublime, And thence for ever on the race of man Has fall’n that crime which first in Heaven began, And oft on valour casts a deeper stain Than aught can hide or aught efface again. From first to last, thro’ ev’ry clime and age, Lives the foul blot on hist’ry’s murky page ; She still records how kingdoms rise and fall, And map, the monarch, lives the slave of all. “| A YOUNG GENTLEMAN’S JOURNAL. For else, Pizarro, oh ! what endless praise _ Had crown’d thy brow- vith everlasting bays, And long, for foes subdu»:l and kingdoms won, A grateful Jand had prais’d her coOnq’ring son, And proudly ia the annals of her fame, First mid the first bad ranked thy glorious name. Alas! It might not be. Some sterner fate Frown’d on thy birth, and, while she made thee 2) eat— Warlike and glorious—c 1st one darker shade That half destroy’d the work herself had made. Ov, treacherous fate! She led thee forth to war, She bade thee spread t' y country’s power afar— She watch’d thy steps, what time from Andes’ stee Peal’a thy dread thunder.o’er old ocean’s deep,. While, in slow answer to the cannon’s roar, B>om’d the far echoes of that silent shore. Yes, he had come—unknowing and unknown — Long o’er that stormy sea distrest and lone, All tost and shatter’d by the tempest’s force His lab’ring bark had toil’d her onward course, While hideous famine, and full many a form Of hopeless death came borne upon the storm, Aad Gallo’s is e had seen that hardy band Waste one by one upon her desert strand, Want-stricken shadows; while each faintest ray Of hope long-cherish’d dwindled quite away. (As since in later times the shrill death-cry From Patagonian wilds came drearily, When England’s sons upon that barren shore With patience long the woes of famine bore ; Still dar’d to hope, till life’s last breath had flown, And all was hush’d and desolate and lone.) But all in vain: -unbending as the rock Which laughs unshaken at the tempest’s shock, He holds his way upon that raging sea, In stern recolve for death or victory. He came, he conquer’d. Ob ! ’iwas nobly With fiery brilliance, as their own bright sun Seatters the light clouds in that azure sky, S-e trembling armies from those horsemen fly. Here stay the tale Why cloud a dream go fair With all the woe of impotent despair ? To tell how sadly from each secret da'e Rose the shrill burden of a nation’s wail; When many a weeping mother moura’d her child To the rough wind in accents strong and wild? And many a virgin o’er her lover’s bier Ifeav’d the deep sigh and dropt the useless tear ? Oh! rather sing, how fair the Gospel light see through the gloom of superstition’s night, : Barst the dark clouds of ignorance and sin > And bade from Heaven’s hizh throne the day of life begin ! And yet upon that mem’ry lives a stain, O’er which the lapge of years will pass in vain— (For what of mortal mould can claim to be From taint of sin immaculate and free ?) W hich still through course of time to come shall tell By what sad fate Atahualpa fell ; Oft in that balmy clime, beneath the shade Of feath’ry palms and sweet magnolias laid, With eager zeal th’ attentive youth shall hear His grey-hai:’d sire relate those scenes of fear ; How once of old on Oaxamalca’s height In speechless fury raged the uneg al fight ; How many a chieftain by his Inca’s side With aor courage fought, and fell—and dicd— : Thick as the golden ears in autumn fields When the rich “ harvest to the sickle yields.” Peruvians still shall grievs the lasting shame, Which that fell act has cast upon thy name A broken word, a Spaniard’s honour sold, And justice barter’d for the love of gold. K’en s0 before, the Aztec monarch died, Reft of his power, and humbled in his pri¢e, When crafty Cortes bade the murd’rous blow— The last sad loss of falling Mexico. At that foul deed her drooping spirit rose ; With frantic rage she seek; her guilty foes. As some fierce lioness in grim despair, When the wild hunter spoils her secret lair, him professionallv.’’ 165 Turns on the robber with her latest breath And still, though wounded, combats to the death. See, like the storm, or thunder from afar, Down Andes’ gorges rolls the tide of war. Now falls the wealth of Cuzco’s glittering shrine, Rich with the ore of many a costly mine ; And proudly waving o’er the reeking plain Fioats the dread standard of imperial Spain: While, from its utmost bound, the vanquish’d land Owns the high prowess of Pizarro’s hand. A little while, and on that dismal scene, Yet once a:ain all lovely and serene Fair Nature smiles, as ever after showers With brighter verdure gleam the vernal bowers. See Lima rise, Qaeen of the Western Sea, The first faint germ of kingdoms yet to be ; There, all that earth can lend, or heaven bestow To grace th’ abode of mortal men below, Smiles as she rises on that lovely shore To bless her founder’s name for evermore : To teach tiat heaven the stern destroyer sends, And shapes his actions to its own high ends. And yet, what fate was his? No peaceful grave Welcomes to rest the victor of the wave. — There, where so oft himself had led the van, When war’s fell rage and fiery strife bazan, Still ’mid the clash of arms and shriek of death, The murder’d victor gasps his dying breath. And oft shall Lima’s sons the tale record How fell their leader by the assassin’s sword, How, still surviving, wounded and alone, He saw around his weli-loved comrades strown ; Dealt one last b!ow to avenge a brother's fate, Glanc’d one last look of never-dying hate; Then faint and bleeding fell—and o’er his sight, Closed the dark shades of everlasting night. Yer, he is fall’n—the mighty one is gone, _ And yet no wail is heard—no piteous moan Swells o’er the ton.b in mournful symphony, The last sad dirge of lost mortality. But still for ever through the course of time, A mingled tale of valour—fame—and crime, From age to age shall aye be handed down, The glorious story of that old renown. Still Spain shall boast, with melancholy pride, P.zarro’s conquest, and the o’erwhelming tide Which once victorious, at their leader’s word, Her soldier-fons through Quito’s valleys poured, Till on her empire ne’er the light of day, Or dawn’d anew, or faded quite away. And thou, Peru! what changes now are thine ! Still countless treasure yields the secret mine ; Still as of old ere war’s dread strife began, In still, slow currents rolls the life of man; And hark! again there swells the battle-cry— The glorious cry— Peru and Liberty !”’ Captive no more, she bursts the tyrant’s chains, Free as the wind she treads her native plains ; Now taught to bless the fate she curs’d before, _ That brought glad tidings to that lovely shore ! There are One or two other similar prizes, and finally ‘‘ Another person who wishes to unknown’? has given £100, of which ‘‘ the interest is to be laid out in a work on natural history, and given to such boy as shall, in the judgment of the master, write the best essay ‘‘ against cruetly to the inferior animals.”’ Thus boys at Marlborough College have plenty of inducements held out to them to apply them- selves attentively and diligently to those studies of which they are sure to reapa still further benefit in after years. We have already, in our article on Winchester College, mentioned the prowess of the Marl- borough boys at Wimbledon. re HAMLET had been in youth, like all truly good and great men, a writer for the Press. He tells Horatio : ‘¢T once did hold it as our statists do, A baseness to write fair, and laboured much How to forget that learning.’’ A PHYSICIAN, on presenting his bill to the exacutor of the estate of a deceased patient, asked, *‘ Do you wish to have my bill sworn to ?’’ ‘“No,’’ replied the executor; ‘‘the death of the deceased is sufficient evidence that yeu attended micbooksseo