"Tom Brown," was the reply. That explained it! Now I knew why his face was so familiar.

"I say," he continued, "are you from Harvard? I have a cousin there, Tom Hammersmith; do you know him? People say he looks like me."

"Yes, I know him," I replied. "He does look something like you, but is dressed rather differently; still he acts much as you do. He is a good fellow."

"Humph!" ejaculated young Brown. "I always thought he was something between a snob and a fool!"

Then turning to my companion, he said, "Come, Prig, and have a game of cricket."

"No," said the other, "I must study," and he began to repeat a list of the Popes. "Besides," he added, "here is a quotation from Pope that Macaulay says every one knows by heart, and I must learn it."

"O, well, make a dig and a fool of yourself, if you will - Good by [to me]; my love to Hammy; and, if you ever come to England, come and see me." And, nodding brightly, off he ran. I was just about to ask another question of my literary friend when I was suddenly called away. On my return no one was to be seen. I thought I heard some one in the distance repeating, "Arma virumque cano; Trojae -"; but I may have been mistaken; and, in fact, I am a little afraid that my imagination, always strong, on this occasion completely ran away with me. However, since that time I have lost much of my admiration for my former idol, and am rather getting to think Tom Brown the better fellow of the two.