(See Horace. Book 1. Ode IV.)
Vacation’s o’er,—in every street
We soon shall many a Cantab meet;
For hither numbers daily hie,
Or by the Tele,[47] or the Fly.[47]
Once more the halls, so desert late,
With smoking cheer, our senses greet;
Freshmen and Sophs with one intent
Haste to the scene of merriment.
O’er Alma Mater’s sacred head,