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" Memenio LouvainI" — or "Rheims, fie'/ivrjaOe \" " Oxford I " they crv, " shall beer-swillers fleece thee ? " And still — though their breath comes yet more

short — They drill like mad to preserve her port.

Ill

See, in the foremost rank,

His brow with sudor dank,

His gown unpipeclayed in his loyal hurry,

Private Professor Gilbert Murray ! —

Hear, oh, hear,

With almost swooning ear,

The sergeant (Chiron in disguise),

With how sarcastic drawl he

Damneth the eyes

Of Private Prof. Eng. Lit. Sir Walter Raleigh ! —

See yet again

With uncontrolled pleasure

There, marking time amain

As with such feet as make a lyric measure.

Like iEschylus upon the Marathon day, —

Next to that nice ex-proctor, —

Private and Poet Laureate Dr.

Bridges, M.A. ! —

And see — but let your eyes with pride be dim ! —

Him who professes Art and Archaeology

Standing as rear-rank man to him

Of Anthropology.

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