He thought me such a bore, mother, for he couldn't get it right, To see him puzzle o'er it was such a funny sight; But not on such a dolt as that I'd throw myself away! For I'm to be top o' the list, mother, top o the list, they say. They say he is fond-hearted, but that can never be: He can't get through his "Littlego," then what is he to me? There's many a Senior wrangler who'll woo me in the May, For I'm to be top o' the list, mother, top o' the list, they say. Little Effie shall go with me to-morrow to the gate, And, till they give the questions out, at the window she must wait; And when she's got them, back to you, mother, she'll haste away, And I m to be top o' the list, mother, top o' the list, they say. In the papers country parsons have been writing lots of trash: They say this scheme for us, mother, is sure to come to smash; And agèd Dons all shake their heads, and say it will not pay; But I'm to be top o' the list, mother, top o' the list, they say. If you're waking, call me early, call me early, mother dear, I'd something more to say, mother, but my head is not quite clear; For I always have a headache when I put my books away; But I'm to be top o' the list, mother, top o' the list they say. * * * * * "I thought to have gone down before, but still up here I am, And still there's hanging o'er me that horrible Exam. They said I should be top, mother; but then I'd such bad luck, Though I went in for honours--_I only got a pluck!_" X. Y. B., CHRIST'S COLLEGE, CAMBRIDGE. _College Rhymes_, 1865. * * * * * MRS. HENRY FAWCETT ON THE UNIVERSITY EDUCATION OF WOMEN, APRIL, 1884.