Yet I did love thee to the last, As ferverently as thou, Who didst not change through all the past, And canst not alter now.

Gone, glimmering through the dream of things that were.

This place is the Devil, or at least his principal residence, they call it the University, but any other appellation would have suited it much better, for study is the last pursuit of the society; the Master eats, drinks, and sleeps, the Fellows drink, dispute and pun, the employments of the undergraduates you will probably conjecture without my description.

If ancient tales say true, nor wrong these holy men.

War, war is still the cry,-"war even to the knife!"

I depart, Whither I know not; but the hour's gone by When Albion's lessening shores could grieve or glad mine eye.

I have no consistency, except in politics; and that probably arises from my indifference to the subject altogether.