[FOOTNOTES:]
Lament, ye boys, and mourn, O Common Room,
Ye gentle ladies, weep for Bandy’s doom
If dogs ye love; for he, alas! has died,
The darling of this College and its pride;
He who with almost a House Master’s might
Guided the boys of Littlefield aright.
But yet he loved not Littlefield alone,
All things Marlburian had he made his own;
His kindly presence would encourage all
Who threw, or hit, or kicked the flying ball;
Were they but keen and vigorous in their play
His wagging tail would urge them to the fray,
While his example was a mute reproof
To all whom sloth or slackness kept aloof.
Sometimes defiant, resolute, and bold,
In straining jaws four racquet balls he’d hold;
Sometimes with sportive bark to greater speed
And wily nip he’d urge the panting steed.
So would he wander at his own sweet will
From Clump or Cricket Field to Granham Hill;
But when confined by sickness and ill luck,
He could not brook th’unworthy bonds of Duck:
The twisted noose that brought to him relief
O’erwhelmed his master with unending grief.
F. B. Malin.
[2] With Hound and Terrier in the Field, pp. 229 et seq.
[3] With Hound and Terrier in the Field, pp. 52, 53.
[4] With Hound and Terrier in the Field, by Alys F. Serrell, p. 226.
[5] With Hound and Terrier in the Field, p. 231.
[6] With Hound and Terrier in the Field, p. 193.
[7] Recollections of My past Life, by Sir Henry Holland, p. 254.
[8] With Hound and Terrier in the Field, pp. 182 et seq.