I am sitting alone in my bedroom this last night of the old year, waiting for midnight. It has been the most eventful year of my life: I began it as a poor bachelor student, with no definite plans or expectationsj I end it a master and tutor in Ch. Ch., with an income of more than £300 a year, and the course of mathematical tuition muked out by God’s providence for at least some years to come. Great mercies, great failings, time lost, talents misapplied – such has been the past year. (Lewis Carrol)