PART I.
MY chum once took the midnight car
For Cambridge from the Hub;
And here my story doth begin,
Since here comes in the rub.
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I saw a change, and noted well
His sad, despondent air,
And half conjectured he had had
Some trouble 'bout his fare.
His meals at commons went untouched,
His lessons went unlearned,
The pages of his Horace and
His Sophocles unturned.
At length, when this sad state of things
Had ceased to be a joke,
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