Another man I met, whose head
Was crammed with pastime’s
annals,
And who, to judge from what he said,
Must simply live in flannels:
A shallow mind his talk proclaimed,
And showed of culture no trace:
One “book” and one alone he
named—
His own—’twas
on the Boat-race.
“Of course,” you cry, “some
brainless lad,
Some scion of ancient Tories,
Bob Acres, sent to Oxford ad
Emolliendos mores,
Meant but to drain the festive glass
And win the athlete’s
pewter!”
There you are wrong: this person
was
That undergraduate’s
Tutor.
* * * *
Twas but a dream, I said above,
In concrete truth deficient,
Belonging to the region of
The wholly Unconditioned:
Yet, when I see how strange the ways
Of undergrad. and Don are,
Methinks it was, in classic phrase,
Not upar less than
onar. [1]
[1. Transcriber’s note: the words “upar” and “onar” were transliterated from the Greek as follows: “upar”—upsilon (possibly with the rough-breathing diacritical), pi, alpha, and rho; “onar”—omicron (possibly with the rough-breathing diacritical), nu, alpha, and rho.]
THE SCHOOL OF AGRICULTURE
I gazed with wild prophetic eye
Into the future vast and dim:
I saw the University
Indulge its last and strangest
whim:
It did away with Mods and Greats,
Its other Schools abolished
all:
And simply made its candidates
Read Science Agricultural.
They learnt to hoe: they learnt to
plough:
To delve and dig was all their
joy:
But O in ways we know not now
Those candidates we did employ:
No more, accepting of a bribe
To take these persons off
our hands,
We sent them off, a studious tribe,
To distant climes and foreign
lands.
We did not then examine in
The subjects which we could
not teach
To those who Honours aimed to win
We taught their subjects,
all and each
We made the Professoriate
Take from its Professorial
shelf
Authorities of ancient date,
And teach the candidates itself
My scanty page could ne’er contain
Of works the long and learned
list
By which it was their plan to train
The sucking agriculturist:
In brief, the arts of tilling land
Sufficiently imparted were
By great Professor Ellis, and
By great Professor Bywater.
One taught th’ aspiring candidate
In Hesiod each alternate day:
One showed him how the crops rotate
From Cato De Re Rustica:
The bee that in our bonnets lurks
He taught to yield its honied
store
By reading Columella’s works
And also Virgil (Georgic Four).