where he succeeded in making himself known and felt, as a man of brilliant parts.
At both colleges he was constitutionally indolent; given to good times and to bright society, rather than to serious work; and he accomplished little in the last respect, except when his bright companions, in good times, dragged him out of bed to do his work, and kept him locked in his room until his work was done.
One of the most familiar and one of the most distinguished figures in Oxford, of late years, and for many years, was that of Benjamin Jowett. He was Student, Fellow, Tutor, Professor, and Master, of Balliol. Entering with a scholarship from St. Paul's in 1836, he was intimately associated with Oxford until he died in 1893. And, in St. Sepulchre's Cemetery, in Oxford, now he rests.
His fellow-students, his pupils, and his co-workers, were his devoted friends, and what they have said of him, always lovingly, there is not time or space to begin to repeat here. "He had a genius for friendship," wrote one. "He was the best man I have ever known," wrote another. His College and the University still miss him.
Those who remember him, as the Master, will be amused at the pictures of him, as a Freshman, which his biographers preserve. He entered Balliol in a round jacket, and with a turned down
