With laugh and jest, be it feast or fray—

But we're dandies—yes, for we'd rather die

Than sully the pride of our black and gray.

AFTER THE GERMAN.

 a sophomore soliloquy.

a sophomore soliloquy.

Blackboard, with ruler and rubber before me,

Chalk loosely held in my hand,

Sun-gilded motes in the air all around me,

Listlessly dreaming I stand.

What do I care for the problem I've written

In characters gracefully slight,

As the festal-robed beauties whose fairy feet flitted

Through the maze of the German last night!

What do I care for the lever of friction,

For sine, or co-ordinate plane,

When fairy musicians are playing the "Mabel,"

And waltzes each nerve in my brain!

On my coat's powdered chalk, not the dust of the diamond

That only last night sparkled there,

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