And yet these gratulatory reflections notwithstanding we must confess to a universal feeling of sadness, for one of our most residents left us this morning per y. Prior to his arrival Inst year we were asking—who is this Gordon Brown of whom all men speak well 2—and now we are ating his departure, for we know he is 1 good sport—our cricket team, wenkened in the spring, has again lost a good bowler and all round cricketer: socially, and "ow're a wee drappie oft" we shall miss him to), and our time poet hus burst into the following version of an old song,— us a long farewell, our Gordon brave and tru times as fai For which stanza, the farewell dinner, carried into the small hours, must answer the innumerable speeches and songs created a general Usinst, for the afer effects of which the Jobster has been held responsible, and we are staying at home until our heads will fit the hats we bought in dryer weather.
22nd November.
Text read from the printed page and cleaned; old type leaves the occasional error.