Sagittulae, Random Verses

Produced by Al Haines
Si dulce est desipere in loco, ignosce nostro, blande lector, ioco.
CAMBRIDGE: W. METCALFE & SON, TRINITY STREET.
1885.
A very few of the following pieces appeared in Punch, during the Consulship of Plancus. The rest have been written by me during the past twenty-five years, under the signature of Arculus, for The Eagle, the Magazine of St. John's College, Cambridge. I hope their reappearance will be welcome to a few of my old College friends.
The general reader will probably think that some apology is due to him from me for publishing verses of so crude and trivial a character.
I can only say that the smallest of bows should sometimes be unstrung, and that if my little arrows are flimsy and light they will, I trust, wound no one.
THE BATTLE OF THE PONS TRIUM TROJANORUM JULIA CLIO FATIDICA ATHLETES AND AESTHESIS A VISION A MAY TERM MEMORY THE MAY TERM A TRAGEDY OF THE 19TH CENTURY NUNC TE BACCHE CANAM A ROMANCE IN REAL (ACADEMIC) LIFE THE SENIOR FELLOW A VALENTINE A CURATE'S COMPLAINT TEMPORA MUTANTUR SIMPLEX MUNDITIIS TURGIDUS ALPINUS THE ALPINE CLUB MAN THE MODERN CLIMBER THE CLIMBER'S DREAM THE BEACONSFIELD ALPHABET THE GLADSTONE ALPHABET SOLITUDE IN SEPTEMBER MEDITATIONS OF A CLASSICAL MAN ON A MATHEMATICAL PAPER DURING A LATE FELLOWSHIP EXAMINATION THE LADY MARGARET 5TH BOAT (May, 1863) IN CAMUM FATHER CAMUS IN MEMORIAM G. A. P. GRANTA VICTRIX THE GREAT BOAT RACE LINES BY A CAMBRIDGE ANCIENT MARINER THE SORROWS OF FATHER CAM THE COMING BOAT RACE A BALLAD AN APRIL SQUALL BEDFORDSHIRE BALLAD.—I. BEDFORDSHIRE BALLAD.—II. BEDFORDSHIRE BALLAD.—III. BEDFORDSHIRE BALLAD.—IV.
A lay sung in the Temple of Minerva Girtanensis .
Aemilia Girtonensis, By the Nine Muses swore That the great house of Girton Should suffer wrong no more. By the Muses Nine she swore it, And named a voting day, And bade her learned ladies write, And summon to the impending fight Their masters grave and gay.
East and West and South and North The learned ladies wrote, And town and gown and country Have read the martial note. Shame on the Cambridge Senator Who dares to lag behind, When light-blue ladies call him To join the march of mind.