But the jingling of the guinea helps to cloak apostasy

Turns the aged seat of learning into thron'd plutocracy.

Finds the House Plan's pristine purpose, all its hopes, its aims interred

And in parting leaves behind it a gentle, disillusioned bird.

Knowledge comes but wisdom leaves us to assume a minor place

And a student, over tea cups, learns the art of social grace.

But better this by far than life with youths whose cheeks are yet unshaven

Better fifty years of Harvard than a month in some new haven.

Should I just relive in sadness? I would turn an earlier page

You are still my joy in sadness, O then great Lowellian age.

(1) This stanza is the peculiar handiwork of Tennyson alone. It was thought wise by the authors to allow him space in these columns and by this publicity to repay him in some small way for the debt incurred. Also the idea is a particularly happy one, and it does not lie within the powers of the present authors to improve upon the phraseology. The authors further wish to point out to their readers that the above work will be greatly enhanced if compared with the original poems, which can be purchased at your local dealer or directly from the factory if postage is enclosed.