Sagittulae, Random Verses Part 1

Sagittulae, Random Verses.

by E. W. Bowling.

PREFACE.

A very few of the following pieces appeared in "Punch," during the Consulship of Plancus. The rest have been written by me during the past twenty-five years, under the signature of "Arculus," for "The Eagle," the Magazine of St. John's College, Cambridge. I hope their reappearance will be welcome to a few of my old College friends.

The general reader will probably think that some apology is due to him from me for publishing verses of so crude and trivial a character.

I can only say that the smallest of bows should sometimes be unstrung, and that if my little arrows are flimsy and light they will, I trust, wound no one.

E. W. BOWLING.

THE BATTLE OF THE PONS TRIUM TROJANORUM:

_A lay sung in the Temple of Minerva Girtanensis_.

[NOTE.--On Thursday, February 24th, 1881, three Graces were submitted to the Senate of the University of Cambridge, confirming the Report of The Syndicate appointed June 3rd, 1880, to consider four memorials relating to the Higher Education of Women. The first two Graces were pa.s.sed by majorities of 398 and 258 against 32 and 26 respectively; the third was unopposed. The allusions in the following lay will probably be understood only by those who reside in Cambridge; but it may be stated that Professor Kennedy, Professor Fawcett, and Sir C. Dilke gave their votes and influence in favour of The Graces, while Dr.

Guillemard, Mr. Wace, Mr. Potts, Professor Lumby, Dr. Perowne, Mr.

Horne and Mr. Hamblin Smith voted against The Graces.]

I

Aemilia Girtonensis, By the Nine Muses swore That the great house of Girton Should suffer wrong no more.

By the Muses Nine she swore it, And named a voting day, And bade her learned ladies write, And summon to the impending fight Their masters grave and gay.

II.

East and West and South and North The learned ladies wrote, And town and gown and country Have read the martial note.

Shame on the Cambridge Senator Who dares to lag behind, When light-blue ladies call him To join the march of mind.

III.

But by the yellow Camus Was tumult and affright: Straightway to Pater Varius The Trojans take their flight-- 'O Varius, Father Varius, 'To whom the Trojans pray, 'The ladies are upon us!

'We look to thee this day!'

IV.

There be thirty chosen Fellows, The wisest of the land, Who hard by Pater Varius To bar all progress stand: Evening and morn the Thirty On the Three Graces sit, Traced from the left by fingers deft In the great Press of Pitt.

V.

And with one voice the Thirty Have uttered their decree-- 'Go forth, go forth, great Varius, 'Oppose the Graces Three!

'The enemy already 'Are quartered in the town, 'And if they once the Tripos gain, 'What hope to save the gown?'

VI.

'To Hiz, [1] the town of Offa, 'Their cla.s.ses first they led, 'Then onward to Girtonia 'And Nunamantium sped: 'And now a mighty army 'Of young and beardless girls 'Beneath our very citadel 'A banner proud unfurls.'

VII.

Then out spake Father Varius, No craven heart was his: 'To Pollmen and to Wranglers 'Death comes but once, I wis.

'And how can man live better, 'Or die with more renown, 'Than fighting against Progress 'For the rights of cap and gown?'

VIII.

'I, with two more to help me, 'Will face yon Graces Three; 'Will guard the Holy Tripod, 'And the M.A. Degree.

'We know that by obstruction 'Three may a thousand foil.

'Now who will stand on either hand 'To guard our Trojan soil?'

IX.

Then Parvue Mariensis, Of Bearded Jove the Priest, Spake out 'of Trojan warriors 'I am, perhaps, the least, 'Yet will I stand at thy right hand.'

Cried Pottius--'I likewise 'At thy left side will stem the tide 'Of myriad flashing eyes.

X.

Meanwhile the Ladies' Army, Right glorious to behold, Came clad in silks and satins bright, With seal-skins and with furs bedight, And gems and rings of gold.

Four hundred warriors shouted 'Placet' with fiendish glee, As that fair host with fairy feet, And smiles unutterably sweet, Came tripping each towards her seat, Where stood the dauntless Three.

XI.

The Three stood calm and silent, And frowned upon their foes, As a great shout of laughter From the four hundred rose: And forth three chiefs came spurring Before their ladies gay, They faced the Three, they scowled and scoffed, Their gowns they donned, their caps they doffed, Then sped them to the fray.

XII.

Generalis Post-Magister, Lord of the Letter-bags; And Dilkius Radicalis, Who ne'er in combat lags; And Graecus Professorius, Beloved of fair Sabrine, From the grey Elms--beneath whose shade A hospitable banquet laid, Had heroes e'en of cowards made.-- Brought 'placets' thirty-nine.

XIII

Stout Varius hurled 'non placet'