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TO A FRIEND,
Enquiring if I would live over my youth again.
Do I regret the past?
Nay William nay, not so !
I do not wish again
The uncertain ocean's wrath.
Other I would not be.
Why is it pleasant then to sit and talk
Of days that are no more?
The traveller rests at last,
The thought of those far off
o'erflow With no unmanly tears ;
Delighted he recalls
And troubles now no more,
Flows rapid to his heart.
No William no, I would not live again
The morning hours of life,
I would not learn again
To me the past presents
The future,-it is now the chearful noon, And on the sunny-smiling fields I gaze
With eyes alive to joy;
When the dark night descends, My weary lids I willingly shall close,
Again to wake in light.
In the eighteenth century, the author of the following parody, (not a Christ-Church-man) being at Oxford, saw at a distance twelve persons running at full speed towards ChristChurch Cloisters, which they entered: curiosity led him to follow them; when looking through an opening in the door of a certain Commoner's room, he saw twelve pale figures resembling men; they were all employed about a youth, and as they worked they sung the following song : when they had finished they put up their implements, and each taking his own, they scowered away, six towards Peckwater, and six towards the Great Quadrangle.
Now the sky begins to clear,
Haste, the powder-bag prepare ;
Tremble in the thickened air.
Blackened ivory is the comb,
With which thy dusky locks we strain;
Kreepers woe and Krawlers bane.
See the frosted texture grow,
'Tis of Marechalle powder made; And the tail that plays below,
Hangs from **** ***** head.
White stitch'd shoes ne'er dipt in dirt,
Scud the Quadrangle along; String in bow-knot neatly girt,
Keep the quarters close and strong.
Harris * Tom with unkempt head,
Charles * the Scout in hurry see; Join the beauteous work to aid,
'Tis the work of friperie!
Now the ruddy sun is set,
Chairs must shiver, students sing, Cap with clattering cap shall meet,
Bottles crash and glasses ring!
Gently spread the perfumed fat,
Let us go and let us fly ;
For us to powder us to tie.
* Two persons well known at Christ-Church,