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k-- Soon bad luck will run his tether, And good rowing bring good luck. (1866). THE SORROWS OF FATHER CAM. 1. WATNEY Lady Margaret. 5. STEAVENSON Trinity Hall 2. BEEBEE Lady Margaret. 6. BORTHWICK 1st Trinity. 3. PIGOTT Corpus 7. GRIFFITHS 3rd Trinity. 4. KINGLAKE 3rd Trinity. 8. LAWES 3rd Trinity. Steerer, ARCHER, Corpus. One night, as I silently wandered By Cam's slow meandering stream, And many things mentally pondered, I saw, as it were in a dream, A black head emerge from the billows, A broad body swim through the flood, Till, beneath the o'ershadowing willows, It sank gently down in the mud. All alone--as a Scholar of Tyrwhitt When examined in Hebrew he sits-- On a log that mysterious spirit Smokes in silence, and silently spits. And yet not alone sat the vision; There came, as he sat on his log, A wag of delight and submission From the tail of each demi-drowned dog. Black eels from his temples were hanging, His teeth were like teeth of a jack; His lips were inaudibly "slanging"; His eyes were all muddy and black; And water-snakes, round his neck twining, Were hissing; and water-rats swam At his feet; so without much divining I recognised Old Father Cam. "All hail to thee, Camus the reedy!" I cried, in alarm and surprise; "Say, why are thy garments so weedy? And why are these tears in thine eyes?" Then the River-god answered me sadly, "My glory aquatic is gone! My prospects, alas! look but badly; Not a race for four years have I won. "I have oarsmen as strong---even stronger-- Than when my first honours I bore; Their arms are as long--perhaps longer; Their shoulders as broad as of yore, Yet the prospects of light-blue look bluer; I am losing my swing, form and time; For who can row well in a sewer; Or pull through miasma and slime?" Thus murmured the River-god moaning; But I bade him to dry his old eye-- "In vain is this weeping and groaning; Let your motto be, 'Never say die!' Though your waves be more foul than Cocytus, Though your prospects, no doubt, are most blue; Since Oxford is ready to fight us, We will try to select a good crew. My friend Lady Margaret tells me She can lend me a Bow and a Two; The Lady, I own, sometimes sells m
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