religio loci, and with more united and harmonious student-life than
is customary in Scotland, that Murray came in 1881. How clearly his
biographer remembers coming to the same place, twenty years earlier!
how vivid is his memory of quaint streets, grey towers, and the
North Sea breaking in heavy rollers on the little pier!

Though, like a descendant of Archbishop Sharp, and a winner of the
archery medal, I boast myself Sancti Leonardi alumnus addictissimus,
I am unable to give a description, at first hand, of student life in
St. Andrews. In my time, a small set of `men' lived together in
what was then St. Leonard's Hall. The buildings that remain on the
site of Prior Hepburn's foundation, or some of them, were turned
into a hall, where we lived together, not scattered in bunks. The
existence was mainly like that of pupils of a private tutor; seven-
eighths of private tutor to one-eighth of a college in the English
universities. We attended the lectures in the University, we
distinguished ourselves no more than Murray would have approved of,
and many of us have remained united by friendship through half a
lifetime.

It was a pleasant existence, and the perfume of buds and flowers in
the old gardens, hard by those where John Knox sat and talked with
James Melville and our other predecessors at St. Leonard's, is
fragrant in our memories. It was pleasant, but St. Leonard's Hall
has ceased to be, and the life there was not the life of the free
and hardy bunk-dwellers. Whoso pined for such dissipated pleasures
as the chill and dark streets of St. Andrews offer to the gay and
rousing blade, was not encouraged. We were very strictly `gated,'
though the whole society once got out of window, and, by way of
protest, made a moonlight march into the country. We attended