1640 Elias Smith.

1666 Thomas Battersby.

Thomas Barkas.

1690 Thomas Rud, M.A.

1699 Nicholas Barton.

1709 John Rymer.

1732 Richard Dongworth, M.A.

1761 Thomas Randal, B.A.

1768 Jonathan Branfoot, M.A.

1781 John Britton, D.D.

1812 John Carr, M.A.

1833 M. George Hughes Buckle, M.A.

1840 Edward Elder, D.D.

1853 Henry Holden, D.D.

Exhibitions and Scholarships

ATTACHED TO DURHAM SCHOOL.

There are EIGHTEEN KING'S SCHOLARSHIPS of the annual value of nearly £40 (£30 in money, besides exemption from Classical Fees), tenable at the School for four years, to which period a fifth year is, in all cases of good conduct, added by the Dean. The Dean and Chapter fill up the vacancies every year, on the first Saturday after the 20th of November, by examination; and any one under 15 years of age, whether previously at the School or not, is admissible as a candidate, provided always that his parents are not in WEALTHY circumstances.

The following Scholarships and Exhibitions are attached to the School at the Universities :

Two Scholarships of £15 a year each, founded by Dr. Hartwell, Canon of Durham, and tenable at any College or Hall at Oxford or Cambridge.

Five Scholarships of £10 a year each, founded by Bishop Cosin, at St. Peter's College, Cambridge.

Six Exhibitions of £10 a year each, at St. John's College, Cambridge.

One Scholarship at Emmanuel College, Cambridge, of £16 a year, for which a preference is given to Durham and Newcastle Schools.

One Scholarship of £30 a year at the University of Durham. One Scholarship of £15 a year at the University of Durham. One Exhibition of £40 a year, founded by Ralph Lindsay' Esq. (formerly a King's Scholar at Durham School), and tenable at the University of Durham by natives of the Diocese, who have been educated at the School for three years.

The Patynson Scholarship at Christ's College, Cambridge, (value about £20 a year), was founded by Dr. Patynson with a preference to natives of Northumberland, or, in default of such, to natives of the Diocese of Durham: in default of such again, it is open to all. The nomination to it is vested in the Dean and Chapter of Durham, who are not obliged, however, to nominate a boy from their own School.

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The Latin Hexameter Priz & gamed June 1854 by Thomas Foster Dody. K.S. Headtoy. Subysch." Socrates mon discifialis shis in carcre. Also of the Greek Jambic prize gained June 1854 by

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I tell ye not a tale of Chivalry,
Of plumed warrior, or of lady fair,

Of war's gay pageants glorious to see,
Where the rich pennon flouts the lazy air:

Nor sing the deeds that steel-clad knight can dare.
Far from the pomp of war, the blood red fight,—
That feast which heroes only love to share,-
Oh list my tale, so you may learn aright
How liv'd and died in peace a holy Eremite.

Nor deem that Poesy alone can dwell

In storied fields where lordly deeds have been,
And haughty souls have breath'd the world farewell,
While round them glar'd th' infernal battle-scene-
Ah no! for well that fairy-sprite, I ween,
Loved the poor swains of rustic Arcady,
Oft too she lurks behind Religion's screen,
And ne'er the Muse more pleasing than when she
Wakes the accordant strains of sacred minstrelsy.

There is a moor far spreads its wild campaign:
Below, the heath; above, Heaven's fields of blue
Form a rich background to yon mountain chain;
There, far as shepherd's straining eye can view,
Naught meets it save the heath flower's purple hue :
No voice is heard in that bleak waste; no sound,
Save where, ill-boding, screams the shrill curlew
Wheeling above the Druid's mystic mound (1)
Piled with rude stones, to swains an awe-inspiring ground.
Here dwelt young Cuthbert: such his early home
'Mid rugged Nature's wildness: it was his
To shepherd flocks, like Jesse's son whilome.
O hard his heart, who 'mid such scenes as this
Tasteth not heav'nly more than earthly bliss,
And loveth not to rifle nature's store,
And revel in her gifts! yea, joy it is,

Weeping past beauties, aye to welcome more

And deem each present one more sweet than all before.

(1) The Druids' Mound. These are curious circles of stones abounding in Northumbrian Moors supposed by most to be Druidical remains.

The western sun had left the fading scene; (1)
(E'en such the time when wilder'd swain descries
Issuing fairies tread the circled green);

As Cuthbert sate all-lost in reveries,

Lo sudden brightness blaz'd before his eyes, Æthereal cohorts waved their pinions bright, And Angels' voices bade him forthwith rise: "Oh! favour'd child of heaven go forth in might, "Go battle with the world, go for Jehovah fight." Amazed, entranced with rapture, down he lay, While whisp'ring angels charm'd his gladden'd soul With images of brightness: until day Pour'd forth his beams, and, as a flaming scroll, His nightly visions did before him roll. Instant he rose, and left his fleecy care, While dreamy musings o'er his spirit stole, And onwards urged him, all-unconscious where, For onward sped he, led by viewless sprites of air. Now gentle Eve had kiss'd departing Day, And both were blushing like two lovers meeting; The moon had ris'n, for sure her welcome ray Should e'er attend where kindred hearts are beating. Meanwhile our weary pilgrim was completing His desolate track: for Melrose towers arise Airy and beauteous to the fair moon's greeting. Scarce earthly bower it seems to Cuthbert's eyes But some delusive, quickly fading paradise. And yet he trembled to the opening door; Scarcely his ready words could uttʼrance find; For chilly terror froze them all, before They pass'd his lips; and half bedimm'd and blind His lids droop'd o'er his eyes; till accents kind Bade him glad welcome, bade him banish fear: Kindly they spoke and sooth'd his troubled mind.

Rest and be thankful," meets the pilgrim's ear; "Rest and be thankful," for henceforth your home is here.

Full twice seven years Saint Cuthbert in that pile Fasted and prayed and feasted in the hall : Morning and evening the sombre aisle Rang to the echoes, and the closing fall Of the rich anthem.-But we praise not all Who thus inglorious lead such peaceful life, Shielded from harm by the thick cloister's wall. Rather should Christian warrior court the strife, And flesh his virgin steel where changing blows are rife. (2) There are two different legends of St. Cuthbert's life. The one which I have followed represents him as having seen only one vision, and that while watching his sheep on the Northumbrian Moors.