15. Not for a moment may you stray O'er roses may your footsteps move, 16. Oh! if you wish that happiness Your coming days and years may bless; And virtues crown your brow : Be, still, as you were wont to be, Spotless as you've been known to me, And though some trifling share of praise, GRANTA, A MEDLEY. Αργυρέαις λόγχαισι μαχου και παντα Κρατήσαις. 1. OH! Could LE SAGE'S (1) demon's gift This night my trembling form he'd lift, 2. Then would, unroof'd, old Granta's halls 3. Then would I view each rival wight, 4. Lo! candidates and voters lie, All lull'd in sleep, a goodly number! A race renown'd for piety, Whose conscience wont disturb their slumber. (1) The Diable Boiteux of LE SAGE, where Asmodeus, the Demon, places Don Cleofas on an elevated situation, and unroofs the houses for his inspection. 5. Lord H, indeed, may not demur, 6. They know the Chancellor has got 7. Now, from the soporific scene, I'll turn mine eye, as night grows later, To view, unheeded, and unseen, The studious sous of Alma Mater. 8. There, in apartments small and damp, Sits poring by the midnight lamp, 9. He, surely, well deserves to gain them, Thus seeks unprofitable knowledge. 10. Who sacrifices hours of rest, To scan, precisely, metres Attic; II. Who reads false quantities in Sele (1), În barbarous latin (2), doom'd to wrangle. 12. Renouncing every pleasing page, The square of the hypothenuse (3). 13. Still, harmless are these occupations, Which bring together the imprudent. (1) Sele's publication on Greek metres, displays considerable talent and ingenuity, but, as might be expected in so difficult a work, is not remarkable for accuracy. (2) The Latin of the schools is of the CANINE SPECIES, and not very intelligible. (3) The discovery of Pythagoras, that the square of the hypothenuse is equal to the squares of the other two sides of a right angled triangle. 14. Whose daring revels shock the sight, 15. Not so the methodistic crew, 16. Forgetting, that their pride of spirit, 17. 'Tis morn,-from these I turn my sight: 18. Loud rings, in air, the chapel bell; 'Tis hush'd: What sounds are these I hear? The organ's soft celestial swell, Rolls deeply on the listening ear. (1) On a saint day, the students wear surplices in chapel, |