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THE SPECTRE DEGREE.

A MYSTERY.

But he will find "Solid"

Before him will glare;

Will pester his pleasures,

And weigh on his life

Like devil-curst treasures

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That only bring strife.

Here have I sought for full three years and more

To banish from me ev'ry thought of care;

Have said that those conditions should be past

Ere as a Senior I stalked o'er the Yard.

A life of ease and merriment I spent

(And shekels too, an' but the truth were known),

I've joined in all the dinners, parties, scrapes,

That make and mar the present college man;

I've sought both high and low - like fools of old

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