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THE SPECTRE DEGREE.

A MYSTERY.

For philosophic stone - the Heliotrope

By which sans toil to capture a degree.

Bohn, and electives mollified, have been

But as delusions to my artless mind;

They found me able, they have left me dull,

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Now nought remains but gently break the news

To those at home, - then westward ho! for me.

(A smell of sulphur, a thick smoke, and then a supernatural being appears.)

Ha! what is that? a demon or a sprite?

MEPHISTO. I am Mephisto, a friend to the needy;

I heard thee bewailing, and here come to thee

To offer conditions - if thou art not too greedy -

By which thou may'st get thy wished-for degree.

I'll hand thee the sheep-skin - a pretty cum laude -

By all the professors and president signed,

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