to study nothing but Oxford, and only a particular side of Oxford; who never thought of "Epictetus," and who wore his hair short and straight. His work was delightful work. And no nightmare galloped in his dreams. They were as delightful as was his work.
Southey had chambers, his biographers tell us, in Rat Castle—since departed—near the head of Balliol Grove; and to these chambers was brought to him one day, in 1794, Samuel Taylor Coleridge, with whom he began, then and there, an intimacy the great influence of which was to color and to shape his whole life. The first meeting-place of these two men, if it still existed, would be one of the most interesting of all the local Literary Landmarks of the town.
John Gibson Lockhart was nominated to "an Exhibition" in Balliol, which he entered in 1809. He cared nothing for out-of-door sports then, or later, but at college he made great sport, and in an in-door way, of his friends, his tutors, and even of the authorities, by decorating his walls with original caricatures, which ridiculed everybody he knew there, including himself. He was a good scholar, and a close student, for all that. He wrote excellent Latin, in prose and in verse; he read easily and eagerly and intelligently French, Spanish, and Italian; and, in 1813, he took a
