THE "LIGHT" CAVALIER'S CHARGE.
With half a score,
Half a score,
Half a score rings bedight,
Through the great lecture room
Staggered Professor Light.
He had been asked to speak
Fifth of December bleak,
Could he deny his squeak?
Had he not heaps of cheek?
As on the dais
Swaggered Professor Light.
Kinsfolk to right of him,
Kinsfolk to left of him
"Buttons" in front of him,
Listened and wondered!
Conceited without a doubt,
Sing-song he brought it out,
Had he not learnt to spout,
Rolling his eyes about,
Amongst the two hundred.
Was not the lecture good,
His for great minds the food!
See how erect he stood.
Teaching his Townsmen,
Whilst Horncastle wondered!
Surrounded by Kith and Kin,
Did he not give it in?
"Light" was the very thing
Whereon our faith to pin.
Misled by Forbes Winslow,
The Doctor who blundered—
Then he sat down amid
Cheers from two hundred.
Kinsfolk to right of him,
Kinsfolk to left of him,
No one behind him
Listened and wondered.
Other orbs, great and small,
Took fresh light, one and all,
In the great lecture hall
From Light's special envoy.
These were but few, indeed,
Of the two hundred.
Honour Professor bold,
Long shall the tale be told;
Aye, when our babes be old,
How he enlightened us!