"You must know, aunt," said Horatio, "that it has been
a custom, from time immemorial at Eton, for every scholar to write a
farewell ode on his leaving, which is presented to the head master, and
is called a Vale; in addition, some of the most distinguished characters
employ first-rate artists to paint their portraits, which, as a tribute
of respect, they present to the principal. Dr. Barnard had nearly a
hundred of these grateful faces hanging in his sanctum sanctorum,
and the present master bids fair to rival his learned and respected
predecessor. ~107~~ My friend's Vale, like every other production of
his pen, is marked by the distinguishing characteristic eccentricity of
his mind. The idea, I suspect, was suggested by the Earl of Carlisle's
elegant verses, to which he has previously alluded; you will perceive
he has again touched upon the peculiarities of his associates, the
_dramatis persono_ of 'the English Spy,' and endeavoured, in prophetic
verse, to unfold the secrets of futurity, as it relates to their
dispositions, prospects, and pursuits in life."
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MY VALE.
In infancy oft' by observance we trace
What life's future page may unfold;
Who the senate, the bar, or the pulpit may grace,
Who'll obtain wreathe of fame or of gold.
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