Yet all these many, varied forms of pain
Are trifling, small and hardly worth attention.
One thing is so much worse—oh! pray again
The "epidemic" never, never mention,
And promptly tell your poet that the rhyme "cadenza"
Must never more be worked in for the Influenza!
Defeat—or Something Near It.
When a few months ago on the Thames with the oar
The 'Varsities met in a contest of strength,