A novel definition he’ll invent for the word “brick;”
Not one who braves the Proctor, or bargee can slang or lick,
But who digs up Hebrew roots like beans, and knocks off Morals slick—
Such our new Cantab is to be, all in the future time.
Old Dons will shake their heads, no doubt, and the good old days deplore,
When reading men were voted slow, and lectures all a bore;
But still let’s hope that Cambridge will furnish, as of yore,
All the wisdom of our ancestors, and perhaps a leetle more,
To the fine new Cantab that’s to be, all in the future time!
Punch. November 25, 1848.