makes the heart of the lover grow fonder.

I pine for the Cam, like a runaway lamb that
misses his woolly-backed mother;

I can find no relief for my passionate grief, nor
my groanings disconsolate smother.

Say, how are you all in our old College Hall?
Are the dinners more costly, or plainer?

How are Lecturers, Tutors, Tobacco and Pewters,
and how is my friend, the Complainer?

Are the pupils of Merton, and students of Girton,
increasing in numbers, or fewer?

Are they pretty, or plain? Humble-minded or
vain? Are they paler, or pinker, or bluer?

How's the party of stormers, our so-called
Reformers? Are Moral and Natural Sciences

Improving men's Minds? Who the money now
finds, for Museums, and all their appliances?

Is Philosophy thriving, or sound sense reviving?
Is high-table talk metaphysic?

Will dark blue or light have the best of the