THE CAT= 



While statutes changed, and freshmen came, 

 His gait, his wisdom were the same, 



His age no more than mellow; 

 Yet nothing mortal may defy 

 The march of Anno Domini, 



Not e'en the Senior Fellow. 



Beneath our linden shade he lies; 

 Mere eld hath softly closed his eyes 



With late and honoured end. 

 He seems, while catless we confer, 

 To join with faint Elysian purr, 



A tutelary friend. 



Sir Frederick Pollock. 



Ill 



