And GRIMTHORPE, that scalp-hunting "Brave"
Will tomahawk the "Modern" slave.
The Proctors sat with serious brow,
Within the swarming Senate House,
Voters in hundreds swarmed below,
Fellows of scholarship and nous.
They counted votes, and, when 'twas done,
Non-placets had it, three to one!
And where are they, Granta's fell foes,
The champions of the Modern side?