But cash, alas! too soon takes flight, And sov’reigns roll away; And creditors, who have long bills, At last will call for “pay;” They came upon him tranquilly, And caught him out one day; “My cash is gone,” he cried, “so I Must in the Queen’s Bench lay.” Like a fine, &c. Now this he thought was better far Than all the old parade―― Of taking tea in peace at home, Along with some old maid. It must be economical,―― The bills were all unpaid; You cannot show me one, I know, Who does so much for trade As a fine, &c. ANONYMOUS. ―――― THE FAST YOUNG UNDERGRADUATE. I’ll sing you a modern song, that was writ by a man of late, Of an independent gentleman who had a small estate, And kept up his rooms in Trinity at a d――――d expensive rate, And was always on the books of the porter at the gate, Like a fast young Undergraduate, all of the modern time. (_Chorus_)――Like a fast, &c. These rooms so fine were hung about with boxing-gloves and sticks, Wherewith when TOWN and GOWN was cried, he floored the snobs like bricks; And there he often used to sit, and his gin-and-water mix, For he was _also_ partial to the _flooring_ of his lips. (_Chorus_)――Like a fast, &c. His custom was, when drunk, to go to Barnwell in a fly, With Poll and Kate to joke and flirt, and that continually. He was always getting into rows with the dons of Trinity. For he never went to chapel but of necessity. (_Chorus_)――Like a fast, &c. But terms and seasons roll along: an idle man was he―― Examination came at last――he was plucked for his degree; And when he mounted on the coach to leave the ’Varsity, His creditors stood round about, a mournful sight to see. (_Chorus_)――For this fast, &c. But though this Undergraduate hath eloped and cut away, But though other Undergraduates have got no cash to pay, But though our credit may not be so boundless as before, We’ve tradesmen left who’ll credit give as they were wont of yore. (_Chorus_)――To _other_ fast young Undergraduates, All of the modern time. From _The Individual_. Cambridge, November 29, 1836. ―――― THE RAAL OULD IRISH GINTLEMAN, THE BOY OF THE OLDEN TIME.