And they placed upon the table Champagne-cup and rosy claret. When the lamp-black night descended Broad and dark upon the college, When the reading man, the bookworm, Grinding, sat among his Greek books, With his oak securely sported, And his tea-cup on the table, From their rooms in groups assembled Many guests to this great supper. Came the boating men in numbers, Came the cricketers in numbers, Came the athletes clothed with muscle, Came the singers, and the jesters, And the jokers, funny fellows; Came the active gymnast Biceps, Also Pugilis, his comrade, Very clever with the mittens; Came our sturdy plucky boat's crew, Remex Princeps, and his comrades, And the steerer, Gubernator. All were hungry, all were merry, Full of repartee and laughter. First they ate the slippy oyster, Native oyster, cool and luscious, And the ruddy blushing lobster, And the crab so rich and tasty; Then they ate the cold roast chicken, And the finely flavoured ox-tongue, And the cold roast mutton sheep's flesh, And the pigeon-pie, the dove-tart, And the well stuffed duck and turkey, With the sausages around it. Thus the guests, the mutton munchers, Played the noble game of chew-chew, Game of knife and fork and tumblers, Very popular in Oxford. * * * * * Then a man, who came from Cornwall, Sang a song that clearly stated If a person named Trelawny, Should by any hap or hazard, Leave the world by death untimely, Many people in the south-west Part of England would insist on Knowing wherefore he had left it. Then the cheeky smiling Ginger Sang of lovely Angelina, Lady with the Grecian bend, and Of the maiden dressed in azure, With both eyes and hair of darkness. Then the guests said, "Sing some more songs; Sing to us immortal Ginger, Songs of laughter quaint and comic, With a merry roaring chorus, That we all may be more noisy. And the sleeping dons may waken." * * * * * All was shouting, noise, confusion, Till at last the guests exhausted, All departed hot and dizzy, Thus the entertainment ended, Thus the great bump-supper ended, Long to be discussed and talked of, Long to be remembered by the College in the days hereafter. * * * * * THE LEGEND OF KEN-E-LI. (From _Figaro_, August 11, 1875.) * * * * * High among the tribes of Jon-buls, Was a tribe they called the Lor-yahs; Very cunning were the Lor-yahs: They could talk and twist and double Till the other tribes of Jon-buls Scarcely knew if they were standing On their heads or on their sandals.