With weeping and with laughter
Still shall the tale be told,
How pretty Pollia won the Bridge
In the brave days of old.

(1881).

[1] The ancient name of Hitchin.




JULIA.

An Ode.

[NOTE.--The following imitation of Cowper's _Boadicea_ was written in
1858; most of its predictions have since been fulfilled.]

When the Cambridge flower-show ended,
And the flowers and guests were gone,
And the evening shades descended,
Roamed a man forlorn alone.

Sage beside the River slow
Sat the Don renowned for lore
And in accents soft and low
To the elms his love did pour.

"Julia, if my learned eyes