He, with all a lover’s pride,
    Felt his manly bosom glow,
  Sought the Bull, besought the Bride,
    All she said was “No, Sir, No!”

  Julia, pitiless as cold,
    Lo the vengeance due from Heaven! 
  College Living he doth hold;
    Single bliss to thee is given.

[1] “The Eagle” is the well-known Magazine of St. John’s College, Cambridge.

CLIO FATIDICA.

[Note.—­The following lines were written to celebrate the ‘bump’ by which the Lady Margaret 1st Boat became “Head of the River” in 1871.  On the next evening Professor Selwyn delighted the eyes and the hearts of all Johnians by sculling down the river to salute the Head of the River.  The title of psychroloutes [*] needs no explanation to those who know the Selwyns, who are no less renowned as swimmers than as oarsmen.]

  “Tell me, Muse, what colour floateth round
      the River’s ancient head: 
  Is it white and black, or white and blue, is it
      scarlet, blue, or red?”
  Thus I prayed, and Clio answered, “Why, I thought
      the whole world knew
  That the red of Margareta had deposed the flag
      of blue! 
  Babes unborn shall sing in rapture how, desiring
      Close [1] affinity,
  Goldie, rowing nearly fifty, overlapped, and bumped
      First Trinity. 
  I myself was at the Willows, and beheld the victory won;
  Saw the victor’s final effort, and the deed of daring done. 
  I myself took off my bonnet, and forgetful of my years,
  Patting Goldie on the shoulder, gave him three
      times thrice three cheers. 
  Ne’er, oh! ne’er, shall be forgotten the excitement
      of that night;
  Aged Dons, deem’d stony-hearted, wept with
      rapture at the sight: 
  E’en the Master of a College, as he saw them overlap,
  Shouted ‘Well rowed, Lady Margaret,’ and took
      off his College cap;
  And a Doctor of Divinity, in his Academic garb,
  Sang a solemn song of triumph, as he lashed his
      gallant barb;
  Strong men swooned, and small boys whistled,
      sympathetic hounds did yell
  Lovely maidens smiled their sweetest on the men
      who’d rowed so well: 
  Goldie, Hibbert, Lang, and Bonsey, Sawyer,
      Burnside, Harris, Brooke;
  And the pride of knighthood, Bayard, who the
      right course ne’er forsook,
  But the sight which most rejoiced me was the
      well-known form aquatic
  Of a scholar famed for boating and for witticisms Attic. 
  Proud, I ween, was Lady Margaret her Professor
      there to view,
  As with words of wit and wisdom he regaled the
      conquering crew. 
  Proud, I ween, were Cam and Granta, as they
      saw once more afloat
  Their Etonian psychroloutes [*], in his “Funny”
      little boat. 
  Much, I ween, their watery spirits did