Benediction.
Music.
Plebe life was very trying, especially on H⸺e of my class, and he, being something of a poet, reduced his thoughts to writing, which he showed to his classmates. They said that he had expressed the situation very well, indeed. Some of the yearlings heard of H⸺e’s poetry, so he was persuaded (?) to read it to them, and then to sing it. His poetry was so well received by the yearlings that the first classmen wanted to hear it, too, so at their invitation (?) H⸺e both read and sang it for them. And, at the request of a number of upper classmen, he made copies of his songs for them. Other plebes were requested (?) to make copies of the copies, and the following are copies of H⸺e’s copies that were made for me by a plebe in my yearling camp, viz.:
THE BIG MENAGERIE.
Attention, all ye forlorn Plebes,
While the story I relate,
Of how I came to fall into
My present lost estate.
A moment only dry your tears