1860 Oxford Night Caps

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And if, percbance, by memoi-y's light Departed friends we view, Ob!let that memory still be bright. And may our hearts be tnie! When last the cup was florving. One sat within our Hall, "Whose eye with kindness glowing Inspire the festival.® But now that bright and honoured head Bests in the darkling tomb ; And ours it is to mourn the dead In unavailing gloom. Forgive the Muse,if, erring. He drop a plaintful word: If, thoughts of sorrow stirring. He strike too harsh a chord. "We would not mar the festive scene. Nor give a wanton pain: And,though her strains have saddening been, She bids you smile again.

® This passage aUudes to the demise of an Under graduate, who at the preceding meeting had, by his wit and humour, contributed much to the hilarity of his fellow-students.