(_By a Well-Plucked One._)
When chapel bells rang far and wide,
Why did I turn upon my side,
And sweetly back to slumber glide?
I wonder!
When zephyrs wafted on their way
The fragrance of the new-mown hay,
Why did I cut my lectures, eh?
I wonder!
Why did I moor my punt afar,
With claret-cup and choice cigar,
Instead of reading for the Bar?
I wonder!
Why did the Proctors always frown
On meeting me without a gown,
And ultimately send me down?
I wonder!
Why did the Dons all disagree
With my pet views on equity,
And plough me for my LL.B.?
I wonder!
Why am I now in chambers bare,
With nothing much but debts to spare,
Cash gone, and credit growing rare?
I wonder!
Why do no clients seek my door
To profit by my legal lore?
Will it be thus for evermore?
I wonder!
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The New Fashion.
The fashion in hair
The ladies now wear
Never can last I'll engage:
For though, pretty dears,
It hideth their ears,
It addeth some years to their age.
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