F you're waking call me early, call me early,
mother dear,

For to-morrow in the senate-house at nine I must appear:
To-morrow for all womankind will be a glorious day,
And I'm to be top o' the list, mother, top o' the list, they

say.

"There's many a blue, blue-stocking, but none so blue as I : There's not a girl amongst them all with me can hope to

vie:

There's none so sharp as little Alice, not by a long, long

way,

And I'm to be top o' the list, mother, top o' the list, they

say.

A MAY DREAM.

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"I lie awake all night, mother, but in the morn I sleep, And dream of Virgil, Euclid, Dons all jumbled in a heap, And the letters in the Euclid dance about like lambs at

play:

O I'm to be top o' the list, mother, top o' the list, they say!

"As I came by King's Chapel whom do you think I saw, But Andrew Jones de Mandeville Fitzherbert Aspenshaw ! He thought of that hard problem I gave him yesterday; For I'm to be top o' the list, mother, top o' the list, they say!

"He thought me such a bore, mother, for he couldn't get it right,

To see him puzzle o'er it was such a funny sight;

But not on such a dolt as him I'd throw myself away!
For I'm to be top o' the list, mother, top o' the list, they

say.

They say

he is fond-hearted, but that can never be: He can't get through his 'Little go,'-then what is he to me?

There's

's many a Senior Wrangler who'll woo me in the May, For I'm to be top o' the list, mother, top o' the list, they say!

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A MAY DREAM OF

"Little Effie shall go with me to-morrow to the gate,

And, till they give the questions out, at the window she must wait;

And when she's got them, back to you, mother, she'll haste

away,

And I'm to be top o' the list, mother, top o' the list, they say!

"In the papers country parsons have been writing lots of

trash:

They say this scheme for us, mother, is sure to come to

smash;

And aged Dons all shake their heads, and say it will not

pay;

But I'm to be top o' the list, mother, top o' the list, they say!

"If you're waking call me early, call me early, mother dear, I'd something more to say, mother, but my head is not quite

clear;

For I always have a headache when I put my books away; But I'm to be top o' the list, mother, top o' the list, they

THE FEMALE EXAMINATION.

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"I thought to have gone down before, but still up here I

am,

And still there's hanging o'er me that horrible Exam.: They said I should be top, mother, but then I'd such bad luck,

Though I went in for honours-I only got a pluck!"

Legend of St. Lsidore.

HEN the dew is fresh and rathe,

And the grass-tufts have no scathe,

And the boys go forth to bathe,

Faint with fasting, spent, and sore,

Came the scholar Isidore.

By the river, fringed with willows,
Tossing up its tiny billows,

Seeming like sea-fairies' pillows

Shelving on the hollow shore,

Passed the way-worn Isidore.