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I think I said, 'twould be your fate
May regal smiles attend you;
If worth can recommend you.
From snares may saints preserve you ; And grant your love or friendship ne'er From any claim a kindred care,
But those who best deserve you.
May no delights decoy ;
And virtues crown your brow; Be still, as you were wont to be, Spotless as you've been known to me,
Be still as you are now.
To me were doubly dear :
To prove a Prophet here,
GRANTA, A MEDLÉY.
Be realized at my desire ;
To place it on St. Mary's spire.
Pedantic inmates full display;
The price of venal votes to pay.
P-tty and P-lm-s—a survey;
Against the next elective day.
All lull'd in sleep, a goodly number!
Whose conscience won't disturb theirslumber.
Fellows are sage reflecting men;
But very seldom, now and then.
Some pretty livings in disposal ;
And, therefore, smiles on his proposal.
I'll turn mine eye, as night grows later,
The studious sons of Alma Mater.
# The Diable Boiteux of Le Sage, where Asmodeus, the mon, places Don Cleofas on an elevated situation, and unroofs the houses for inspection.
There, in apartments small and damp,
The candidate for college prizes
Goes late to bed, yet early rises.
With all the honours of his college,
Thus seeks unprofitable knowledge:
To scan precisely metres attic;
In solving problems mathematic:
Or puzzles o'er the deep triangle;
In barbarous Latint doomed to wrangle.
From authors of historic use;
The square of the hypothenuse.
That hurt none but the hapless student,
Which bring together the imprudent,
When vice and infamy combine;
As every sense is steep'd in wine.
+ The Latin of the schools of the canine species, and not very intelligible.
The discovery of Pythagoras, that the square of the hypothenuse is equal to the squares of the other two sides of a rightangled triangle,
Not so the methodistic crew,
Who plans of reformation lay; In humble attitude they sue,
And for the sins of others pray: Forgetting that their pride of spirit,
Their exultation in their trial,
Of all their boasted self-denial.
What scene is this which meets the eye?
Across the green in numbers fly.
"Tis hush'd :-what sounds are these I hear? The organ's soft celestial swell
Rolls deeply on the list’ning ear.
The royal minstrel's hallow'd strain;
Will never wish to hear again.
Even as a band of raw beginners;
To such a set of croaking sinners.
Had heard these blockheads sing before him,
In furious mood he would have tore 'em. The luckless Israelites, when taken
By some inhuman tyrant's order, Were asked to sing, by joy forsaken, sivt On Babylonian's river's border. # On a saint's day, the students wear surplices in chapel. 3
Oh! had they sung in notes like these,
Inspired by stratagem, or fear:
The devil a soul had stay'd to hear.
The deuce a soul will stay to read;
'Tis almost time to stop, indeed.
No more, like Cleofas, I fly,
The reader 's tired, and so am I.
LACHIN Y. GAIR. Lachin y. Gair, or, as it is pronounced in the Erse, Lock ns Garr, towers proudly pre-eminent in the Northern Highlands, near Invercauld. One of our modern tourists mentions it as the highest mountain, perhaps, in Great Britain; be this as it may, it is certainly one of the most sublime and picturesque, amongst our. Caledonian Alps.' Its appearance is of a dusky hue, but the summit is the seat of eternal snows. Near Lachin y. Gair, I spent some of the early part of my life, the recollection of which has given birth to the following stanzas. AWAY, ye gay landscapes, ye gardens of roses,
In you, let the minions of luxury rove; Restore me the rocks where the snow-flake reposes,
Though still they are sacred to freedom and love: Yet, Caledonia, beloved are thy mountains,
Round their white summits though elements war, Though cataracts foam 'stead of smooth flowing fom.
I sigh for the valley of dark Loch na Garr. (tains, Ah! there my young footsteps in infancy wander'd,
My cap was the bonnet, my cloak was the plaid;* On chieftain's long perish'd my memory ponderd,
As daily I strode through the pine-cover'd glade; * This word is erroneously pronounced plad, the proper pronunciation (according to the Scotch) is known by the orthography.