A new dark Llama Paletot when next we met he wore, The expression of his dress was not so seedy as before; And, dining at his side, was one, in Hemming’s room upstairs, Who deem’d his Line a good one, and who took five hundred shares. I saw him but a moment, but methinks I see him still, At the _café_ in the Haymarket, where yet he owes the bill! And once again I saw him, but this time it was not here; In coat of questionable age he traversed Boulogne Pier! He stept in shabby solitude, for, on one fated day The bubble of his Line had burst, and he had run away. I saw him quite down-hearted, with his paletot all but rags, As he underwent the fate of all Provisionary Stags. ALBERT SMITH. ―――― HE WORE GREY WORSTED STOCKINGS. He wore grey worsted stockings the term when first we met, His trousers had no straps, his highlows had no jet; His look it had the greenness, his voice the sleepy tone, The tokens of a raw young man who’d lately left his home. I saw him but a moment, yet methinks I see him now, With his cap the wrong end foremost upon his freshman’s brow. A pink and snowy buckskins, when next we met he wore, The expression of his banker was more thoughtful than before; And riding by his side was one who strove, and not in vain To borrow five and twenty pounds he ne’er might see again; I saw him lend the money; and methinks I see him now, With his hunting cap of velvet upon his sportsman’s brow. And once again I see that brow; no sporting cap is there: An article at four-and-nine sits on its untrimmed hair; I see him playing racquets in the Fleet,[6] yet even now Methinks I see my freshman with verdure on his brow. The face is somewhat dirty, yet methinks I see it now, With the cap the wrong end foremost upon the freshman’s brow. From _Hints to Freshmen_. Oxford: J. Vincent. ―――― THE BETTING-OFFICE FREQUENTER’S PROGRESS. He wore a suit of Moses, The night when first we met, And knowingly his hat was cocked Upon his curls of jet; Flash “Publics” he frequented, Where “Sporting cards” were seen; And many a Derby Sweep got up To ease them of their “tin.” I saw him in his glory―― (The word seems doubtful now), When to his stable wisdom His admiring chums would bow.