Along the leading streets on Friday night.
Brave was the Provost, yet towards his heart
The glowing life blood thrilled with sudden start;
Well might he tremble at the name he heard,
The Students! Kings might tremble at the word!
He thought of all the terrors of the past,
Of that fell row in Blackie's, April last—
Of Simpson wight, and Stirling-Maxwell too,
Of Miss Jex-Blake and all her lovely crew—
He thought, "If thus these desperadoes dare