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THE STUDENT'S LOVE; oft, What tha Love-Lorn Swain saith to the Gambler Public. lie referrtik to former MinstreUie. Whilome, in accents wild the poet sang Of what a dreary life his youth pursued, E’er wom u’a voice and music keenly rang Through his small world of fancy’s shadowy brood Whose single joys swell to infinitude, And make his dismal, dirty, smoky room 11 Paradiso I barred of brush and broom. The Bard maketh a wild assertion unprecedented in History, for which the gentle reader will of course vouch. But now. Oh Lyre, awake another strain; Tender and sweet be it, to tell the tale Of what the consecrated inner fane [veil; Displayed, when love and hope drew back the Aye, all ye brutal, unpoetic souls may rail t As Ancient Pistol saith, in his fine sonnet,— “The Poet’s dead in love, and that’s the end on it” The Bard shoxedh forth clearly the grower of as sociaiion, quad crat demonstrandum by Joseph Hawn, and “tticnd J lo use the icords of an illustriously mild Senior, maketh a resolver’ One night, (oh wondrous, beauteous, fearful night I) {I’m in a fearful long parenthesis.) {With what dark beauty is thy form bedighll) (How high has ile and taller candles riz7) I sat weighed down, by sickly heaviness,— The heart burn pierced mo lo the very core,— And then 1 made resolve to smoke no more. He'exptaineth for the benefit ojf his friends by what train of thought fie was led to this con elusion. Fond memory led me back to other days,— To lhe yeurs when muddy, sickly smoke Inspired no portion of the euipassioned lays, That from my prisoned heart, tumultuous broke, Tq its depravity my soul awoke And sought for other pleasures to resign, That iu whose praise it roused the “tuneful nine,’’ The youth dreameth absurdities equal to any crazy bard from Waller down to Wordsworth, and all uncl ' truth, 1 dreamed 1 was in love. The pleasing fact Shot through ray heart liko peanuts in a crowd. 1 turned and twisted,—knew not how to act, And talked about it to myself, aloud, [browed, Though of the dimpled smile, nnd eyes arch And felt like going swiftly off the handle. Despite of glee and goswif, scoff and acatidal. He fedcih rejoiced at not having committed Aim self on the momentous question, 'Twas well, ob Muse, 1 didn’t, what a joke It would have been to all sarcastic friends. How could I bear the torturing lover's yoke, “And let concealment”—here the likeness ends, J The mention of it, now the sacred wound rends, Beside there always must bo asperate parties, To settle where tender damsel's heart is. Higresseth on morality and wisdom. What%lockheads, superfine, umitigated, We men by course of circumstances are, How much tall anguish we;ve ourselves created j In getting Yich, or drunk, or woman mated— In getting wise we have the least anxiety, And of our follies never feel satiety. Speakcth csnvcrniug laughter in the abstract. Some men I've met, who laugh at what, they know not, Some who ne’er laugh at anything at all, And neither wisely act because they do not See all the lights that flit this earthly ball. I am as grave as a funeral pall, Because, in this, our College, being jolly Is held the blackest, deepest, rankest folly. An act of (he will. But to return. I donned my best apparel; My shining yellow vest, and broadest collar, Determined with ferocity to daro all That from my change of sentiment would follow, To call on, whatever you please to cat! her, I knew full well, as some one said lung syne, “I waauT quite prepared to call her mine.” lie scateth himself in the vacant chamber of Jiis own HearCs Queen. I went, ye Gods! and crept into a corner— I hid myself behind the shining stove,— I staid there, looking liko a ghastly mourner, “Killing myself,” like Patrick, “all for love,”— My head between my hands convulsive dove. And like the bird that bps the good digestion, I thought myself concealed, beyond a question. He expericncdh the intangible spirit of devotion entering in and taking possession of his soul. But soon, a fragrant air of angel presence Stole o’er my senses, softening my pain, A mild, ethereal, spiritual essence, Like health and reason to the clouded brain, Such moments come not to the heart again;— For when that gush of pent up love is o’er, We’ve passed the fountain, to return no more. He hccometh pathetic toward fair lad yes. Oh! thoughtless damsels, did you never dream How much mischief your bright eyes have done? How poetry ia scribbled by the ream. And put into (he Are as soon as done, To us poor frogs, I tell you Tis no fun, And then to have you scoffing, gaming at us, And we such stupid, jolly fools, dod rat ubI Ik begs forgiveness for his wandering thoughts,' and dilateth upon failures in general. I’ll try another Btraio. I'm so digressive, In that resembling quaint old Larry Sterne, To tell a love tale is, you know, oppressive, Especially to one whoso feelings yearn For something better than the smiling scorn That meets a fellow when he's acted silly, And wept bis eyes out for some charming damsel, He is aroused by the sound of her voice to a ce rukan state of intoxication. She sang. I felt my higher, better nature Rise, in the shape of iny light auburn hair, To do respect to that delightful creature,— The paragou of all that's good and fair; “1 felt,” »s W. S. M. says “upon a tare,” And was entirely, gloriously jolly,— A very king of fools, and prince of tolly, Is on the edge of the abyss, ready to fall into t c vortex below. We talked away on every subject known,— On novels, tales of silly people’s love; You may be certain I’d not tell my own, For fear Twould in the end a failure prore, But soon my fainting courage better throve, And I determined to declare my feeling, [iag. Though it might break the lamp or raise the cjil- The poet becomes, according to the rules of the “Procidoh procidexlc profane ” Society fmn fully insane. I went down on my knees and look besoechipg, And then began “my dearest, oh! ray dearest! — Said she, “you certainly want better teaching, Get up—why sir, your brain is none the clearest, Besides, you, on your knees do look the queerest Of all the animals that I can fancy, From the hyena down to the chimpanzee!’1 The bard is made to assume the appearance oj' a willed peach, when the air is admitted to the exhausted receiver. “I’m very sorry, Mosty, to deny Your pressing suit, but circumstances force Me to declare a sorrowful reply:— We can be perfect friends, you know, of coarse, And nAt let this slight matter be the source. Of ought distressing to our kindly feelings.’ — Hero she looked up and gazed upon the ceifing. Proving the theory of that poetical maximdhai ublcssinys brighten as they fake their jligUT “Some people's geese,” they say, “are always swans, — Possession always giving most delight. But £ must be of thoao unruly ones, Who never manage to be in the right. If ever I have seen a vision bright, [leas, ’Twas when the damsel made remarks so heart And broke ray heart by being so darned artless. Expresseth the starvation of heart which he cx perienced. , I felt like that poor visionary youth, Who, gazing on a startling beauteous face, A painter’s vision, void of earthly truth, Drank iu its all angelic, quiet grace, Until his footsie,pg rooted to the place, And then, the love for alt the wild unknaW Drove Btern pale reason from her tottering throne. Hath cold water thrown on 7iis seething hopes. There sat one who adorned each castle grand, That e’er had risen from any heated brain, Realities cold waves now Bwept the sand Whereon those structures rose—to sink again, And those dark billows murmured a refrain: “Lost ever, evermore, beyond thy hope, Go pay thy debts and buy a piece of rope!” lie cross questioned , I thought Twould answer to be systematic, And so demanded all ihe reasons why, Thinking ot logic, clear and mathematic, E’en on this subject, as not very dry, I asked the question with a hearty sigh, But hoped however that she’d be dunifounded, And take some standpoint rather badly founded. JJul it completely nonphuted by n disagreeablefad. It reminded of College rultt about celling onyuung Indict. She said, “my dear good sir, the simple fact ia You're very ugly, and it would be treason, For any one at all whose head uncracked is, To ask for any farther, better reason;— And now you’ve staid beyond the proper season; 'Tis time each student should be at his duties, Since idleness of every vice the root is.” Anketh. a favor in the ftdi mnl year ' style. I sighed again, and asked her for a favor, If on her friendship I could e’erdepeud, Though my request of oddity might savor, But if unpleasant let the matter end, We'd part of course as very hearty friends: Would she be willing (hoped she wouldn’t balk My trembling hope) to take a moonlight walk. Tke weather being clear and cold if rather iwIruwH. iSVtirunrJif i aought under tlijUetUticM. The March winda whistled, wrappers were ar ranged, Her shining head extinguished in a hood, Remarks upon the weather were exchanged; The moon was out with all her shining brood; The air and tempest nearly froze my blood; And still we talked of Romeo and Melnotte, And every other sulky, tragic sot. TK bard tjnoted from the Grand Old rtt- temptetA un original etanca which ta frozen ts All mouth. We grew pathetic on the dreary road. About poor Genevieve and “dark ladye.” I started on a grand, ferocious ode, Commencing, “Oh! my love, I’d die for thee,”— Just then the wind raged round tremendously, And broke mo down before the rhyme could follow, Sublimely fearful from my utterance hollow. Ttmieth to Dryatduet any know ledge of the svhjrrt, since cold weather if dcttructicc to lone’ temperament. Well, it ia said by some old foolish sages, Who never greeted him iu all their lives, That every human heart yonng love engages, And in ail seasons he still lives and thrives, But never in cold weather are his gyves Worn by onr icy northern saints and sinners. Unless it can be sutd wc love our dinners. Love leaeeth him in the cold. So love slept out, like gas-light when the meters Are frozen solid by the steps of weather, Or like a damsel’s toes, when slender gaiters Refuse decidedly to hold the leather; In fact, bo far as love’s concerned I’d rather Watch him performing, like that youth Jack Horner, On warm plum pudding in a cheery corner, Suggeetcth a better method of curing love of a tronbb. tame character than fhat adopted by (Ac author of UUtcr-SwSet. If David of tho poem Bitter-Sweet Had walked with Mary in that awful weather, His heart’s salvation would have been complete Without a stain on the conjugal tether, llis wits would ne’er have journeyed off to gather Wool, for that course of useless reasoning That sounds liko preaching without pointed sea Boning. The poet difagrcen with the Laureate «« to (Ac count to be jmraued about midnight reverie . So it was, then, I led her swiftly home, And didn’t stay to dream beneath the trees, Nor talk to “cedars,” as in “Maud, a poem,” About the pleasaut, shivery, cutting breeze, I can’t spy that damp grass with me agrees; I rau back to the old delightful College, With its stern, quiet look and air of knowledge. He return eth to old habitt, and profeseeth hi ability to cure alt wounded by the fair enemy of mankind. I smoked and slept, recited and grew cynical, Made up my bed and put on a clean abirl, Because like all old bachelors, quite limn teal, About the methods of removing dirt, Became, as fellows say, “a perfect squirt And stand prepared, whene’er occasion proffers, To cure the love of every one that offers. ftOlNG TO PROPOSE. Here in the dull retiring west, Where Kenyon’s turrets shine, Whose floors the graces oft imprest. Dancing round learning's shrine. Lone students quarreling with time, We grumble at its stay; But funny peaks and doggerel rbymo Attend its listless way. Two students of the Senior class, That last bade us farewell, Left us a curious bit of gas, And be it ours to tell. But first why take our former friends, And hold them forth to view? To gratify uo selfish ends, But the story's good and true. And Seniors are the worthiest men To shine in College rhymes, Besides ’twill call them back again To freaks of former times. Well, well, our heroes both were known, Full well around the hill, Perhaps some loving few would own A alight remembrance still. They live in close companionship, Together always found; Aud while surmise was on each lip, Conjecture fluttered round. And some supposed some common lot Of grief, or pain, or care, Or something—what, it matters not, Conjoined the loving pair. And scarce a single night flew by, Without a visit paid. They loved the ladies—ask you why? I know not. So Twas said. We fellow students vain surmised; But all was wrapped in doubt, Outwitted oft, we tell surprised, To And our guesses out. For one was always full of fun, With spirits overflown, But never got a lesson done, A secret all his own. The other wore saddened brow, A dubious, doubtful stare, His fellow students wondered, how He got so sad aud where. Keenly wo watched what might befal, And this at last descried: Doleful had no repute at all, His cast the folks denied. His reputation on the hill Was miserably small, Though night and day with strenuous will, He plied hia graces all. And yet his looks were good in truth, His manners gentle, kind, A noble but a luckless youth As any you could find. One night at last forth merging strayed Our two distinguished friends; After a nightly visit made, And now our wonder ends. For as they talked along tho toad, A luckless Freshman wight O’erheard their words in freshman mode, And got bis lesson right. “Now, Doleful,” said the favorite, “Why my advice discard, “I tell you Tis your benefit “To turn another card. “’Tis true you're pleasant company, “Your jokes are full of fire, “But you can ne’er respected be, “While going to admire. “Why man, and with a knowing wink, He hastened to disclose A secret: “I manage so they think “I’m going to propose. “You still shrink back, foreboding ill, “Too conscientious far “To prosper on ibis Gambler bill, “Or wage such crafty war. 14 fTwas only just the other night, 4'Old Mrs. G. arose, “To preach with nil her wondrous might “The going to propose. 44 ’Twas just tho plan she said to make “A young man's worth appear, “But, ob! she bath, her heart Twould brtal , “Young men's behaviour here. “Denouncing, then, she raised her voice, “Aud spoke with Wrathful fire, “For illustration, you her choice, “Your coming to admire.” Poor Doleful raised bis downcast eye, “I own,” said he, “ Tis true; “If not too Isle, henceforth I’ll try “To sell the folks like you. Bright freshly published all ubout, Aud fast the story ran, And o’er the hill the tale went out, Dispute it ye who can. And many on the bill were moved To change the OJious plan, Which ruled none ever should be loved. No non-propo3ing man. But yet in truth wo dare not say Such troubles all are o'er, The good folks still the old game play, Some sharper than before. Aud many a good youth often meets Mamma’s cold distant frown. And icy dullness withering greets His news fresh in from town. And Misses, too, with pouting gaze, Languish hat sickly smiles, Wondering how long the gallant stays, How slow pretension dies. The smiles of love, affection’s tears Are only kept for those Who cease admiring, hush their fears, And valiantly propose, Papa is silent, dull and stern, Wrapped in severe intent, Anri Kenyon blush for shame to learn He tells our President. Alas! Papa, we censure not The remedy you chose, For cold these visits are, we’ve thought, When none wilt dare propose. Ah! fellow students, have you not Ftill often grieved to feel Neglected, hen pecked, spurned, forgot? Come answer my appeal. And if you’ve seen attentions given, That you might justly claim, Fear not there’s hope this side heaven, And don’t be fast Lo blame. Don’t fash jour head on Gambier bill, Nor on yourself impose; But make resolve with changeless will To visit and propose. The ladies won’t refuse at all; Such sleight were never known; Be bold and barriers prostrate fall, And make the bliss your own. Mamma with smiles of studied shape, Will herald round your fame, I don’t care how the jealous ape, You’ll have a glorious name. Bright fairy eyes will burning beam, To make your visits bright, And, oh! the very words will gleam Around you every night. The darkness of the College room Has no disgust for those, Who win sweet smiles to light its gloom f By goiug to propose. Freshmen hang not yonr cowring heads, Diminished though you be, Proposing gilds an orb that sheds A brilliance e’en on ye. And Sophmores no longer bn So reckless, thoughtless wild, A riddle’s solved, come here and see, No longer be beguiled. Poor Juniors there's the open road, No Senior dignity Debars. No longer lazy plod, Propose and happy be. Seniors, alas! Tis vain to try To wake your smouldering fire; You’ve learned to let proposing lie; Continue to admire. Dough unto others os you would hace them Dough unto you. ROGERS still persists in making the “staff of life.'5 All who are in waut of “canes.” apply early. He also keeps a splendid assortment of Drugs, such as Sardines, Bologna Sausage, Clay Pipes, and Smoked Herring. CAPTAIN BROWN, KEEPS constantly on band a large assortment of Groceries, Provisions, Spices, Segars, Perfumery, aud Tobacco, which he will sell at unwarrantably cheap rates. Also, a complete supply of Wine. Foreign and Native. Brandies and Liquors of 11 kinds—far medicinal purposes only. Students need not apply, who have not received al least one proicncliaa from the Doctor during the-Terw
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