The Sun.
London, England, 1836-12-23 00:00:00

UNIVERSITY INTELLIGENCE.

CAMBRIDGE, DEC. 23.—The Hon. and Rev. William C.
Henniker, M.A., of St. John's College, in this University,
has been appointed domestic chaplain to the Right Hon.
Lord Henniker.

The Rev. Nicholas Walters, M.A., of Trinity College,
in this University, has been presented, by the Marquis of
Exeter, to the Rectory of St. Peter, consolidated with the
Vicarage of Ali Saints, Stamford.
The Rev. Henry Robert Gilbert, 8.A., has been insti-
tuted to the Rectory of Cantley, Norfolk, on the presenta-
tion of William Alexander Gilbert, Esq., of Cantley.
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The Rev. James Furnival, M.A., of Queen's College, in
this University, has been presented to the Perpetual Curacy
of St. Helen's, Lancashire, vacant by the resignation of the
Rev. Thomas Pigot, M.A.
The Rev. Samuel Burnell, M.A., of Queen's College,
in this University, and late head master of the Sheerness
Proprietary Grammar-school, has been unanimously elected
second master of the Kensington Grammar-school, vacant
by the promotion of R. P. Edkins, Esq., to the City of
London school.

The undermentioned gentlemen were ordained by the
Lord Bishop of Lincoln, at Buckden, on Sunday last, the
18th inst. :

DEACONS.
William Bury, M.A., St. John's College, Camb.
William Charles Colton, 8.A., Queen's College, Oif.

William Day, B. A., Merton College, Oxf.
Michael Hutton, B. A., Catherine Hall, Camb.
Charles Marquarie Geo. Jarvis, M. A., Pemb. Hall, Camb.
Thomas Overton, M. A , Fellow of St. John's Coll., Camb.
John Henry Timing, B. A., Trinity College, Camb.
Algernon Tumor, B. A., Trinity College, Camb.
Josiah Walker, S. C. L., Trinity Hall, Camb.

PRIESTS.
Charles John Champnes, B. A., St. Alban Hall, Oxf.
Samuel Francis Cumberlege, 8.A., Christ's College, Camb.
John Fawssett, M. A., Jesus College, Camb.
Henry Geo 4Hand, M. A., Fellow of King's College, Camb.
Benjamin Hill, 8.A., Trinity College, Dublin.
Charles Wm. Joseph Johnstone, B. A., Emm. Coll., Camb.
Richard Thos. Pulteney Pulteney, 8.A., Trin. Coll., Oxf.
Hyla Holden Rose, M.A., Clare Hall. Camb.
Frederick Thomas Scott, B. A., Worcester College, Oxf.
William Hirst Simpson, 8.A., St. John's College, Camb.
Boteler Chernocke Smith, S. C. L., Trinity Hall, Camb.
William Stothert, 8.A., St. John's College, Camb.
William Roe Waters, 8.A., Corpus Christi College, Camb.
William Mayhew, B. A., Trinity College, Camb. ; Henry
Sonders, B. A., Trinity College, Camb. ; and William Wil-
son, S. C. L., St. Peter's College, Camb., with Lit. Dim.
from the Bishop of Norwich.
The Bishop of Lincoln's next ordination will be held at
Buckden, on Sunday, the 19th of February. Candidates arc
requested to send their papers to his Lordship before the Bth
of January.
At an ordination held by the Lord Bishop of Gloucester and
Bristol, at Gloucester, on Sunday last, the following gentle-
men of this Uuniversity were ordained:—
DEACON—James Craigie Robinson, 8.A., Trinity College.
PRIESTS—John Sayer Haygarth, B. A., and Frederick Wil-
liams Hohler, S. C. L., Trinity College ; Robert Rashdall,
B. A., Corpus Christi College ; Nicholas Simons, B.A.
Christ's College.

CHRISTMAS.

A SONG FOR GOOD FELLOWS YOUNG AND OLD.

Br LEIGH HUNT.
Christmas comes 1 He comes, he comes,
Usber'd with a rain of plums ;
Hollies in the windows greet him ;
Schools come driving post to meet him;
Gifts precede him, bells proclaiPn
Every mouth delights to name him;
Wet, and cold, and wind, and dark,
Make him but the warmer mark;
And yet he comes not one-embodied,
Universal's the blithe god-head;
And in every festal house
Presence bath übiquitous.
Curtains, those snug room-enfolders,
Hang upon his million-shoulders ;
And he has a million eyes
Of fire, and cats a million pies,
And is very merry and wise ;
Very wise and very merry,
And loves a kiss beneath the berry.
Then full many a shape bath he
All in said übiquity :
Now is he a green array,
And now an " eve," and now a " day ;"
Now he's town gone out of town,
And now a feast in civic gown,
And now the pantomime and clown
With a crack upon the crown,
And all sorts of tumbles down •
And then he's music in the night,
And the money gotten by't :
He's a man that can't write verses,
Bringing some to ope your purses ;
He's a turkey, he's a goose,
He's oranges unfit for use :
He's a kiss that loves to grow
Underneath the mistletoe ;
And he's forfeits, cards, and wassails,
And a king and queen with vassals,
All the " quizzes" of the time
Drawn and quarter'd with a rhyme ;
And then, for their revival's sake,
Lo 1 he's an enormous cake,
With a sugar on the top
Seen before in many a shop,
Where the boys could gaze for ever,
They think the cake so very clever ;
And some morning, in the lurch
Leaving romps, he goes to church,
Looking very grave and thankful,
After which he's just as prankful,
Now a saint, and now a sinner,
But, above all, he's a dinner;
(Vide Mr. Hervey's book,
And the picture of the cook;)*
He's a dinner, where you see
Everybody's family ;
Beef, and pudding, and mince-pies,
And little boys with laughing eyes,
Whom their seniors ask arch questions,
Feigning fears of indigestions
( As if they, forsooth, the old ones,
Hadn't, privately, tenfold ones) ;
He's a dinner and a fire,
Heap'd beyond your heart's desire—
Heap'd with log, and bak'd with coals,
Till it roasts your very souls,
And your cheek the fire outstares,
And you all push back your chairs,
And the mirth becomes too great,
And you all sit up too late,
Nodding all with too much head,
And so go off to too much bed.
Oh, plethora of beef and bliss ?
Monkish feaster, sly of kiss I
Southern soul in body Dutch 1
Glorious time of great Too-Much 1
Too much heat, and too much noise,
Too much babblement of boys ;
Too much eating, too much drinking,
Too much ev'ry thing but thinking;
Solely bent to laugh and stuff,
And trample upon base Enough.
Oh, right :s thy instinctive praise
Of the wealth of Nature's ways !
Right thy most unthrifty glee,
And pious thy mince-piety
For, behold great Nature's self
Builds her no abstemious shelf,
But provides (her love is such
For all) her own great, good Too-Much,—
Too much grass, and too much tree,
Too much air, and land, and sea ;
Too much seed of fruit and flower,
And fish, an unimagin'd dower !
(In whose single roe shall be
Life enough to stock Cie sea—
Endless ichthyophagy 1)
Ev'ry instant through the day
Worlds of life are thrown away ;
Worlds of life, and worlds of pleasure,
Not for lavishment of treasure,
But because she's so immensely
Rich, and loves us so intensely,
She would have us, once for all,
Wake at her benignant call,
And all grow wise, and all lay down
Strife, and jealousy, and frown,
And, like the sons of one great mother,
Share, and be blest, with one another.
* The Book of Christmas. By Thomas K. Hervey; with
illustrations by R. Seymour. A manual, plump and sufficing
as the season—the production of a spirit companionable, gen-
tlemanly, and poetical.