Part 22 (1/2)

and the Gown following the scattered remnant of the flying Town, ran them round by All Saints' Church, and up the Turl. Here another Town and Gown party had fought their way from the Corn-market; and the Gown, getting considerably the worst of the conflict, had taken refuge within Exeter College by the express order of the Senior Proctor, the Rev. Thomas Tozer, more familiarly known as ”old Towzer.” He had endeavoured to a.s.sert his proctorial authority over the

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mob of the townspeople; but the ~profanum vulgus~ had not only scoffed and jeered him, but had even torn his gown, and treated his velvet sleeves with the indignity of mud; while the only fireworks which had been exhibited on that evening had been let off in his very face. Pushed on, and hustled by the mob, and only partially protected by his Marshal and Bulldogs,* he was saved from further indignity by the arrival of a small knot of Gownsmen, who rushed to his rescue. Their number was too small, however, to make head against the mob, and the best that they could do was to cover the Proctor's retreat. Now, the Rev. Thomas Tozer was short, and inclined to corpulence, and, although not wanting for courage, yet the exertion of defending himself from a superior force, was not only a fruitless one, but was, moreover, productive of much unpleasantness and perspiration. Deeming, therefore, that discretion was the better part of valour, he fled (like those who tended, or ~ought~ to have attended to, the flocks of Mr. Norval, Sen.)

”for safety and for succour;”

and, being rather short of the necessary article of wind, by the time that he had reached Exeter College, he had barely breath enough left to tell the porter to keep the gate shut until he had a.s.sembled a body of Gownsmen to a.s.sist him in capturing those daring ringleaders of the mob who had set his authority at defiance. This was soon done; the call to arms was made, and every Exeter man who was not already out, ran to ”old Towzer's” a.s.sistance.

”Now, Porter,” said Mr. Tozer, ”unbar the gate without noise, and I will look forth to observe the position of the mob. Gentlemen, hold yourselves in readiness to secure the ringleaders.”

The porter undid the wicket, and the Rev. Thomas Tozer cautiously put forth his head. It was a rash act; for, no sooner had his nose appeared round the edge of the wicket, than it received a flattening blow from the fist of an active gentleman, who, like a clever cricketer, had been on the lookout for an opportunity to get in to his adversary's wicket.

”Oh, this is painful! this is very painful!” e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.ed Mr. Tozer, as he rapidly drew in his head. ”Close the wicket directly, porter, and keep it fast.” It was like closing the gates of Hougomont. The active gentleman who had damaged Mr. Tozer's nose threw himself against the wicket, his comrades a.s.sisted him, and the porter had some difficulty in obeying the Proctor's orders.

--- * The Marshal is the Proctor's chief officer. The name of ”Bull-dogs” is given to the two inferior officers who attend the Proctor in his nightly rounds.

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”Oh, this is painful!” murmured the Rev. Thomas Tozer, as he applied a handkerchief to his bleeding nose; ”this is painful, this is very painful! this is exceedingly painful, gentlemen!”

He was immediately surrounded by sympathizing undergraduates, who begged him to allow them at once to charge the Town; but ”old Towzer's” spirit seemed to have been aroused by the indignity to which he had been forced so publicly to submit, and he replied that, as soon as the bleeding <vg153.jpg> had ceased, he would lead them forth in person. An encouraging cheer followed this courageous resolve, and was echoed from without by the derisive applause of the Town.

When Mr. Tozer's nose had ceased to bleed, the signal was given for the gates to be thrown open; and out rushed Proctor, Marshal, Bull-dogs, and undergraduates. The Town was in great force, and the fight became desperate. To the credit of the Town, be it said, they discarded bludgeons and stones, and fought, in John Bull fas.h.i.+on, with their fists. Scarcely a stick was to be seen. Singling out his man, Mr. Tozer made at him valiantly, supported by his Bull-dogs, and a small band of Gownsmen. But the heavy gown and velvet sleeves were a grievous hindrance to the Proctor's prowess; and, although supported on either side by his two attendant Bull-dogs. yet

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the weight of his robes made poor Mr. Tozer almost as harmless as the blind King of Bohemia between his two faithful knights at the battle of Crecy; and, as each of the party had to look to, and fight for himself, the Senior Proctor soon found himself in an awkward predicament.

The cry of ”Gown to the rescue!” therefore, fell pleasantly on his ears; and the reinforcement headed by Mr. Charles Larkyns and his party, materially improved the aspect of affairs on the side of Gown.

Knocking down a cowardly fellow, who was using his heavy-heeled boots on the body of a prostrate undergraduate, Mr. Blades, closely followed by the Pet, dashed in to the Proctor's a.s.sistance; and never in a Town and Gown was a.s.sistance more timely rendered; for the Rev.

Thomas Tozer had just received his first knock-down blow! By the help of Mr. Blades the fallen chieftain was quickly replaced upon his legs; while the Pet stepped before him, and struck out skilfully right and left. Ten more minutes of scientific pugilism, and the fate of the battle was decided. The Town fled every way; some round the corner by Lincoln College; some up the Turl towards Trinity; some down s.h.i.+p Street; and some down by Jesus College, and Market Street.

A few of the more resolute made a stand in Broad Street; but it was of no avail; and they received a sound punishment at the hands of the Gown, on the spot, where, some three centuries before, certain mitred Gownsmen had bravely suffered martyrdom.*

Now, the Rev. Thomas Tozer was a strict disciplinarian, and, although he had so materially benefited by the Pet's a.s.sistance, yet, when he perceived that that pugilistic gentleman was not possessed of the full complement of academical attire, the duties of the Proctor rose superior to the grat.i.tude of the Man; and, with all the sternness of an ancient Roman Father, he said to the Pet, ”Why have you not on your gown, sir?”

”I ax your pardon, guv'nor!” replied the Pet, deferentially; ”I didn't so much care about the mortar-board, but I couldn't do nothin'

nohow with t'other thing, so I pocketted him; but some cove must have gone and prigged him, for he ain't here.”

”I am unable to comprehend the nature of your language, sir,”

observed the Rev. Thomas Tozer, angrily; for, what with his own excitement, and the shades of evening which had stolen over and obscured the Pet's features, he was unable to read

--- * The ~exact~ spot where Archbishop Cranmer and Bishops Ridley and Latimer suffered martyrdom is not known. ”The most likely supposition is, that it was in the town ditch, the site of which is now occupied by the houses in Broad Street, which are immediately opposite the gateway of Balliol College, or the footpath in front of them, where an extensive layer of wood-ashes is known to remain.” - (Parker).

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that gentleman's character and profession in his face, and therefore came to the conclusion that he was being chaffed by some impudent undergraduate. ”I don't in the least understand you, sir; but I desire at once to know your name, and College, sir!”