Finale...." CARMEN MARLBURIENSE." Words by the REV. C. W. MOULE, M.A., Fellow of 1 Libros chartas! aufer talia! 2 Liberi sed îdem sani SUNG BY THE SCHOOL. Sacrum Carmen instauramus : 3 Urbem lautam nil morämur; 4 Nec juventas est pudori; 5 Latericii num sint muri 6 Quem virum (sed ipse scio) 7 Suam laudem da Togatis: 8 Vivat vis Pedariorum! 9 Prisca Nova! Domus clarae Scitis et vos decertare; Sin quaeratur "praestet utra," Music by W. Schulthes. 5 Though brick is plain and marble rich, 6 Say, Clio, whom (but none can doubt) 7 With him the masters' conclave bless; 8 Be strong, Elevens, to bowl and shoot: 9 Nor, famous Houses, Old and New, Rise, &c. 10 Quantus sudor! quantus clamor! 10 The fight grows hot! the shouts ascend! 11 Sic nectantur studia lado; Musae socium sumant Martem : 12 Nunc et antequam silemus, And simple honour is the end, Losers ne'er grudge the victor's bays; E'en falling for the House is praise. Rise, &c. GOD SAVE THE QUEEN. SUNG BY THE SCHOOL. God save our gracious Queen, O Lord our God arise, Thy choicest gifts in store, God save the Queen. [LUCY & CO., PRINTERS, MARLBorough. ΠΟΥ When I come, when I come to my ain hame again, would be hard to depict. It was truly marvellons. We have dwelt on the scene within-without it a succeeding College Concert! the May it occupy such a position at many and many of Marlburia's prowess sdq by I'll ca' in on.thee, my dear. And so, with those laudable sentiments parting ovation on leaving for another appointmer cheers or their sunoononowej ously denies. bit Alma Mater,' 'Flor last year. A case of cruel and heartiess decepti alstan at a masquerade * & dress porrowed' irði he wardrobe of Covent Garden Theatre, through the kindness of Fawcett, the comedian." Some of the ompany present, "with much ill will, procured a ope, and held it across the room (at the Pantheon, 1 Oxford-street), and White was obliged to take a eap over the rope to escape being thrown down. he exertion he underwent by bis interruption, ided to the weight of his dress, injured his health r some days afterwards. We were at this time in e habit of meeting at The Feathers,' in Hand. urt, Holborn, to drink nips of Burton ale, as they lled it. One of our friends, who was particularly nd of the beverage, was called "Nipperkin.”” the "Letters," Mr. Gutch says they As were the ay-aw in ner dreamiul eye. cur (who was quietly looking on the scene from his basket of mother-of-pearl), and had descended from her room in search of him. "So! go!" she exclaimed again, "these are the terms on which you are; and such are the hopes in which you dare to indulge ?" g How long she had been there, or how much she Countess. Heinrich, and the fought in defence of 1 |