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LINES SUGGESTED BY THE FOURTEENTH

OF FEBRUARY

DARKNESS succeeds to twilight:

Through lattice and through skylight The stars no doubt, if one looked out,

Might be observed to shine: And sitting by the embers

I elevate my members
On a stray chair, and then and there

Commence a Valentine.

Yea! by St. Valentinus,

Emma shall not be minus What all young ladies, whate'er their grade is,

Expect to-day no doubt: Emma the fair, the stately,

Whom I beheld so lately,

46 LINES SUGGESTED BY THE 14th FEBRUARY.

Smiling beneath the snow-white wreath

Which told that she was "out.”

Wherefore fly to her, swallow,

And mention that I'd “follow,”
And “pipe and trill," et cetera, till

I died, had I but wings :
Say the North’s “true and tender,"

The South an old offender;
And hint in fact, with your well-known tact,

All kinds of pretty things.

Say I grow hourly thinner,

Simply abhor my dinner-
Tho' I do try and absorb some viand

Each day, for form's sake merely :
And ask her, when all's ended,

And I am found extended,
With vest blood-spotted and cut carotid,

To think on Her's sincerely.

“HIC VIR, HIC EST.”

OFTEN, when o'er tree and turret,

Eve a dying radiance flings, By that ancient pile I linger

Known familiarly as “King's.” And the ghosts of days departed

Rise, and in my burning breast All the undergraduate wakens,

And my spirit is at rest.

What, but a revolting fiction,

Seems the actual result

Of the Census's enquiries

Made upon the 15th ult. ?
Still my soul is in its boyhood;

Nor of year or changes recks.

Though my scalp is almost hairless,

And my figure grows convex.

Backward moves the kindly dial;

And I'm numbered once again With those noblest of their species

Called emphatically “Men': Loaf, as I have loafed aforetime,

Through the streets, with tranquil mind, And a long-backed fancy-mongrel

Trailing casually behind:

Past the Senate-house I saunter,

Whistling with an easy grace; Past the cabbage-stalks that carpet

Still the beefy market-place ;
Poising evermore the eye-glass

In the light sarcastic eye,
Lest, by chance, some breezy nursemaid

Pass, without a tribute, by.

Once, an unassuming Freshman,

Thro' these wilds I wandered on,

Seeing in each house a College,

Under every cap a Don : Each perambulating infant

Had a magic in its squall, For my eager eye detected

Senior Wranglers in them all.

By degrees my education

Grew, and I became as others; Learned to blunt my moral feelings

By the aid of Bacon Brothers; Bought me tiny boots of Mortlock,

And colossal prints of Roe; And ignored the proposition

That both time and money go.

Learned to work the wary dogcart

Artfully thro’ King's Parade ;

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