Oh! this love! this love! this love To me’s a funny thing, It smites the heart of every cove, From beggar up to king. It never is found absent, From the breast of any one, But, like a cruel stab sent, One touch and you’re undone! The cure, too, is so hard That very few will try, Then, girls, be on your guard When love approaches nigh. For this love! this love, &c. Oh! this love! this love! this love! It takes away one’s rest, So, after all, as I can prove, A single life is best, As, when once you’re married, You’ll find out to your cost, You’ll wish you’d longer tarried, Before your heart you’d lost, For then, too late, repentance Comes into your head, And, after Hymen’s sentence, A precious life is led, For this love! this love &c. _The Universal Songster._ ――――:o:―――― I KNOW A “HIGH.” (Parody on John Oxenford’s song, “_I Know an Eye_.”) I know a “High” so fair and bright, When glistening ’neath the moon’s pale light, Whence men, with many a glance behind, To dodge the lurking Dons unkind, Rush to the “Star,”[10] where, pure and clear, They quaff their mild and sparkling beer. Belovèd “High,” beloved “Star,” Dear to my heart your memories are. That “High,” where once, when violent blew The gale of war the whole night through, I fought the town with joyous glee, Though pain with joy possessed me; For whirled and kicked, ’mid scream and yell, With two black orbs at last I fell. Belovèd “High,” beloved “Star,” Dear to my heart your triumphs are. And when at last that radiant “High” shall be Untrod, for e’er untrod by me; When absence throws her dim pale light O’er distant scenes of past delight; That “High,” that “Star” shall ever shine In Memory’s eye, with power divine; Belovèd “High,” beloved “Star,” Dear to my heart your glories are. C. E. W. B. Worcester College, Oxford. From _College Rhymes_. 1866. ――――:o:―――― ANOTHER MESSAGE. I’d another message to send her, To her whom my heart knows best, But a twinge of gout came o’er me, And I was compelled to rest. And she was above――and dressing―― A duty to her most dear: It was useless to shout to my darling, For I knew she would never hear.