TO MISS CAY.

                                                                    Trin. Coll., 7th June 1853.

I have an engagement to go and visit a man in Suffolk, but the spare bed is at present occupied by the "celebrated   Dr. Ting of America." I only wait here for his departure. I spent to-day in a great sorting of papers and arranging   of the same. Much is bequeathed to the bedmaker, and a number of duplicate examination papers are laid up to   give to friends.

I intend to-morrow to get up early and make breakfast for all the men who are going down, wakening them in   good time; then read Wordsworth's Prelude till sleepy; then sally forth and see if all the colleges are shut up for   the season; and then go and stroll in the fields and fraternise with the young frogs and old water-rats. In the   evening, something not mathematical. Perhaps write a biographical sketch of Dr. Ting of America, of whom you   know as much as I do. To-morrow evening, or next day, our list comes out. You will hear of it from the   Robertsons if in town, or Mackenzie if not. I have done better papers than those of this examination; but if the
examiners are not satisfied with them it is not my fault, for they are better than they have yet seen of mine. If any   one asks how I am getting on in mathematics, say that I am busy arranging everything so as to be able to express  all distinctly, so that examiners may be satisfied now and pupils edified hereafter. It is pleasant work and very strengthening, but not nearly finished.