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BOOK THIRD.

RESIDENCE AT CAMBRIDGE.

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RESIDENCE AT CAMBRIDGE.

It was a dreary morning when the wheels Rolled over a wide plain o’erhung with clouds, And nothing cheered our way till first we saw The long-roofed chapel of King's College lift Turrets and pinnacles in answering files, Extended high above a dusky grove.

Advancing, we espied upon the road A student clothed in gown and tasselled cap, Striding along as if o'ertasked by Time, Or covetous of exercise and air ; He passed, nor was I master of my eyes Till he was left an arrow's flight behind. As near and nearer to the spot we drew, It seemed to suck us in with an eddy's force. Onward we drove beneath the Castle ; caught, While crossing Magdalene Bridge, a glimpse of

Cam;

And at the Hoop alighted, famous Inn.

My spirit was up, my thoughts were full of liope; Some friends I had, acquaintances who there Seemed friends, poor simple schoolboys, now hung

round

With honor and importance: in a world
Of welcome faces up and down I roved ;
Questions, directions, warnings, and advice
Flowed in upon me, from all sides ; fresh day
Of pride and pleasure! to myself I seemed
A man of business and expense, and went
From shop to shop about my own affairs,
To Tutor or to Tailor, as befell,
From street to street with loose and careless mind.

I was the Dreamer, they the Dream; I roamed Delighted through the motley spectacle ; Gowns grave, or gaudy, doctors, students, streets, Courts, cloisters, flocks of churches, gateways,

towers : Migration strange for a stripling of the hills, A Northern villager.

As if the change Had waited on some Fairy's wand, at once Behold me rich in moneys, and attired In splendid garb, with hose of silk, and hair Powdered like rimy trees, when frost is keen. My lordly dressing-gown, I pass it by, With other signs of manhood that supplied The lack of beard. — The weeks went roundly on, With invitations, suppers, wine, and fruit,

Smooth housekeeping within, and all without
Liberal, and suiting gentleman's array.

The Evangelist St. John my patron was: Three Gothic courts are his, and in the first Was my abiding-place, a nook obscure; Right underneatlı, the College kitchens made A humming sound, less tunable than bees, But hardly less industrious; with shrill notes Of sharp command and scolding intermixed. Near me hung Trinity's loquacious clock, Who never let the quarters, night or day, Slip by him unproclaimed, and told the hours Twice over with a male and female voice. Her pealing organ was my neighbor too ; And from my pillow, looking forth by light Of moon or favoring stars, I could behold The antechapel where the statue stood Of Newton, with his prism and silent face, The marble index of a mind for ever Voyaging through strange seas of Thought, alone.

Of College labors,

of the Lecturer's room All studded round, as thick as chairs could stand With loyal students faithful to their books, Half-and-half idlers, hardy recusants, And honest dunces, of important days, Examinations, when the man was weighed As in a balance! of excessive hopes, Troniblings withal and commendable fears,

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