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Cant Phrases In The University Of Cambridge Explained.
whose names are constantly written down ' al phabetically , and wfisf serve to exonerate the wooden spoon , in part , from the ignominy of the day ; and these undergo various appropriated epithets according to their accidental number . I have known them thus severally characterised . If there was only one . of these , he was a Sion , i < vbo carried all his learning about him , without tbe sli g htest inconvenience ; if there were two , they were inevitably dubbed the ScipiosDamon and
Py-, thias , Hercules aiid Alias , Castor and Pollux ; if three ,, they were , ad libitum , ihe three Graces , or ihe three Furies , or ihe iliree Magi , or ' Noab , Daniel , and Job ; if seven , what epithets more obvious tlian the seven wise men , or tbe seven wonders of tbe World ? if nine , they were the nine unfortunate suitors of the Muses ; if twelve , they became ihe twelve apostles ; if thirteen , either they deserved a round dozen , or ,
h'ke Americans , should bear thirteen stripes on their coat and arms , Sfc-& c . lastly , all these worthies are styled , in addition to such and similar notable distinctions , constant quantities , and martyrs . I have happily preserved the copy of an irregular ode , written in congratulation" of those scape-goats of literature who had at length : scrambled through the pales and discipline of the Senate-house
without being plucked , and miraculously obtained the title of A . B . This ode was circulated round the university at degree-time ; ' and , as it possesses the merit of humorous originality , I shall here , with you ? permission ,- Sir , lay it before your readers .
ODE TO THE SNAMBiTlOES AND U _ . _ . ISTI _ . <_ U 5 S 2 fE _> BATCHE _ . 0 K & Post tot naufragia tutis . Thrice happy ye , through toils and dangers past , Who rest upoil that peaceful shore , ¦ Where all your faggiftg is no more ,-And gain the long-expected port at last j Yours are the sweet , the ravishing deliglits ,
To doze arid shore' upon your noon-tide beds : No chapel bell your peaceful sleep affrights , No problems trouble now your empty heads . Yet , if the heavenly Muse is not mistaken , And poets say the Muse can rightly guess , I fear , full many of you must confess , That ye have barely sav'd your bacon . . Amidst the problematic war ,-
Where dire equations frown in dread array , Ye never strove to find the arduous way To where proud Granta ' s honours siiine afar , Within that dreadful mansion have ye stood , Where moderators glare , with looks uncivil , How often have ye d-mn'd their souls , their blood , And ivisli'd all mathematics at tbe devil ! Sut , ah ! what terrors , on that fatal day ,
Your sou . s appall'd , when to your stupid gaze -Appear'd the biquadratic ' s darken'd maze , And problems rang'd in horrible array ! Hard was the ta ' it , I ween , the labour great , To the wish'd port to find your uncouth way ; jffow did i-e toil , and fagg , . and fume , and fret , And—whit the bashful Muse would blush to sa _
Note: This text has been automatically extracted via Optical Character Recognition (OCR) software.
Cant Phrases In The University Of Cambridge Explained.
whose names are constantly written down ' al phabetically , and wfisf serve to exonerate the wooden spoon , in part , from the ignominy of the day ; and these undergo various appropriated epithets according to their accidental number . I have known them thus severally characterised . If there was only one . of these , he was a Sion , i < vbo carried all his learning about him , without tbe sli g htest inconvenience ; if there were two , they were inevitably dubbed the ScipiosDamon and
Py-, thias , Hercules aiid Alias , Castor and Pollux ; if three ,, they were , ad libitum , ihe three Graces , or ihe three Furies , or ihe iliree Magi , or ' Noab , Daniel , and Job ; if seven , what epithets more obvious tlian the seven wise men , or tbe seven wonders of tbe World ? if nine , they were the nine unfortunate suitors of the Muses ; if twelve , they became ihe twelve apostles ; if thirteen , either they deserved a round dozen , or ,
h'ke Americans , should bear thirteen stripes on their coat and arms , Sfc-& c . lastly , all these worthies are styled , in addition to such and similar notable distinctions , constant quantities , and martyrs . I have happily preserved the copy of an irregular ode , written in congratulation" of those scape-goats of literature who had at length : scrambled through the pales and discipline of the Senate-house
without being plucked , and miraculously obtained the title of A . B . This ode was circulated round the university at degree-time ; ' and , as it possesses the merit of humorous originality , I shall here , with you ? permission ,- Sir , lay it before your readers .
ODE TO THE SNAMBiTlOES AND U _ . _ . ISTI _ . <_ U 5 S 2 fE _> BATCHE _ . 0 K & Post tot naufragia tutis . Thrice happy ye , through toils and dangers past , Who rest upoil that peaceful shore , ¦ Where all your faggiftg is no more ,-And gain the long-expected port at last j Yours are the sweet , the ravishing deliglits ,
To doze arid shore' upon your noon-tide beds : No chapel bell your peaceful sleep affrights , No problems trouble now your empty heads . Yet , if the heavenly Muse is not mistaken , And poets say the Muse can rightly guess , I fear , full many of you must confess , That ye have barely sav'd your bacon . . Amidst the problematic war ,-
Where dire equations frown in dread array , Ye never strove to find the arduous way To where proud Granta ' s honours siiine afar , Within that dreadful mansion have ye stood , Where moderators glare , with looks uncivil , How often have ye d-mn'd their souls , their blood , And ivisli'd all mathematics at tbe devil ! Sut , ah ! what terrors , on that fatal day ,
Your sou . s appall'd , when to your stupid gaze -Appear'd the biquadratic ' s darken'd maze , And problems rang'd in horrible array ! Hard was the ta ' it , I ween , the labour great , To the wish'd port to find your uncouth way ; jffow did i-e toil , and fagg , . and fume , and fret , And—whit the bashful Muse would blush to sa _