The Money King And Other Poems

ollect those harsh affairs, The morning bells that gave us panics, I recollect the formal prayers, That seemed like lessons in Mechanics; I recollect the drowsy way In which the students listened to them, As clearly, in my wig, to-day, As when, a boy, I slumbered through them.I recollect the tutors all As freshly now, if I may say so, As any chapter I recall In Homer or Ovidius Naso. I recollect, extremely well, " Old Hugh," the mildest of fanatics ; I well remember Matthew Bell, But very faintly, Mathematics. I recollect the prizes paid For lessons fathomed to the bottom ; (Alas, that pencil-marks should fade!) I recollect the chaps who got 'em ? The light equestrians who soared O'er every passage reckoned stony; And took the chalks, ? but never scored A single honor to the pony! Ah me! ? what changes Time has wrought, And how predictions have miscarried! ? A few have reached the goal they sought, And some are dead, and some are married;And some in city journals war; And some as politicians bicker; And some are pleading at the bar; For jury-verdicts, or for liquor! And some on Trade and Commerce wait; And some in schools with dunces battle; And some the gospel propagate; And some the choicest breeds of cattle; And some are living at their ease; And some were wrecked in " the revulsion;" Some serve the State for handsome fees, And one, I hear, upon compulsion! Lamont, who, in his c...