Of Alma and the North, Sing the glorious day’s renown, When the students all stood forth ’Gainst the minions of the town. And their snowballs on the Bridge fleetly flew I can’t tell how or why, But each Student took a shy, And floored were passers by Not a few! Like ravens to the row, Came Pond and his Police, (For breaking heads, we know, Is their way of keeping peace,) It was two post meridiem by the bell: Up the Bridges as they dashed, The boldest looked abashed, For they knew they would be hashed Very well! Out the youth of Alma poured To anticipate the scene―― And the balls the faster showered O’er the deadly space between: “We’ll be licked!” bellowed Pond, “that’s the fact.” So around his band he looks, “Now go, B20, Snooks, And summon Bailie Crooks With the Act.” The Act was read in vain―― And the havoc did not slack, Till Crooks had fled again To the Council chambers back, And that there was a riot he would vouch: Then came the soldiers all, With their captains stout and tall, And sixty rounds of ball In their pouch. Out spake the Major then, And he trembled as he spoke―― “We are brothers――we are men―― By the Lord, my nose is broke! Are your cartridges, my men, duly rammed; Our patience you will tire Peace is all we require, Then yield, or we shall fire!” “You be d――――d!” Then the Provost forth he came, For he saw it was no go: Said he “It is a shame To treat the Students so,―― If you’ll promise, my young friends, to withdraw, No longer at the gate The Policemen shall await, And the vengeance I’ll abate Of the law.” “That will do,” the Students cried, And each band departed straight. And one by one they hied Through the lofty College gate. But they knew not how severely they were watched; For Pond and all his rout Raised a horrid shout, And as every man came out He was cotched. Brave hearts! who fought so well Once so faithful and so true, In your dungeon’s gloomy cell Our eyes shall weep for you. We’ll be bail for every one of you and bond! And when you all are freed, I think we are agreed On one article of creed, DOWN WITH POND!!! ―――― STANZAS ON A LATE BATTLE. Of the combat in the North, Sing the glorious days’ renown, When the Charlies’ fierce came forth, To defend the trembling town, While the ragged crew without, hiss and groan. Each student took his stand, Till the College gates were mann’d, And shillellahs in each hand, Proudly shone.