James De Mille's "Class Poem 1854"

Edited and Introduced by Patricia Monk


In my introduction to James De Mille's "Phi Beta Kappa Poem" (Canadian Poetry 9, Fall/Winter 1981), I suggested that it might prove to be the only extended example of his verse to emerge so long after his death.  I am pleased to be able to announce that I was mistaken in this expectation, and that a further holograph manuscript of a long poem has recently come to light.  Its importance, not only to students of De Mille but also to students of the nineteenth-century Canadian literary scene in general, is considerable.

     This manuscript, which is now in the Archives of the John Hay Library of Brown University, consists of a small (19.5x 16.5 cm) book of unruled white paper, with leather covers of a rather disagreeable shade of purple (the brownish tinge which makes it disagreeable is, I suspect, due to age), stamped on the front in gold capitals with the words "Class Poem 1854".   The name "Annie Pryor" is written in her own handwriting on the first blank leaf.  The poem itself, including the elaborately drawn and lettered title page, takes up the next 19 leaves (using the recto pages only), and there are a few blank leaves at the end.  On each page the text, written in De Mille's small but legible hand, is surrounded by pen-and-ink drawings illustrating it.

     The MS may be fairly precisely dated.  De Mille graduated from Brown University in 1854, and his final term as a student would have finished, some weeks after the examinations of the graduating class (held in June), on 13 July.  By this date, he would have known that his name was among those to be submitted to the Board for the granting of the degree of MA.   The actual conferring of the degrees at Brown, then as now, takes place during Commencement, held at the beginning of the Fall term.  Another part of Commencement is Class Day, with the important inclusion of the Class Dinner at which the "class ode" was presented (see note to line 11).  The evidence that James De Mille was actually present for Commencement in 1854 is only circumstantial, since the appearance of his name in the list of graduates could be merely a matter of form.  Nevertheless, after consideration of the dates in question and of the internal evidence of the poem, my opinion is that he was present, and that he delivered the poem in person, having completed its composition in the interval between learning in July of his successful graduation and the date of Commencement: Wednesday, 6 September 1854.  Harder evidence than this would be appreciated, but I think it is not likely to be forthcoming.

     Loosely substantiated though it may be, the reasonably precise dating of the poem is, to students of De Mille, probably the most important of the several interesting features which the poem offers.   To begin with, not only is the "Class Poem 1854", with the exception of the prose manuscript of "Ashdod Webster and His Starring Tour", the longest complete holograph MS of De Mille's known to exist, it is by far the earliest, since both "Ashdod Webster" and the incomplete "Behind the Veil", although not yet precisely dated, are clearly late productions.  Consequently, it offers a substantial sample of writing from the very beginning of De Mille's career, just as the "Phi Beta Kappa Poem" offers a sample from the very end of it.

     Since the lapse of time between the "Class Poem 1854" and the "Phi Beta Kappa" poem is so great, the presence of many points of resemblance between them becomes even more striking.   The satirical approach is perhaps not unexpected in the festive circumstances of the poem's occasion, but the ironic eye of the satirist is not always opened quite so early, particularly in a devoutly religious home of the sort from which De Mille had come to Brown only two years before in the early months of 1852.  The commentary, developed in lines 325-395, on the careers in prospect for himself and his classmates, makes obvious points, but it makes them with some pretence to wit and some plain good humour.  The makings of the shrewd observer of the "Phi Beta Kappa Poem" and of the Strange Manuscript Found in a Copper Cylinder are already present, but they still have to be developed by wider experience of human folly and increased technical skill.

     In addition to revealing the budding satirist, of course, the "Class Poem 1854" reinforces De Mille's claims to being a fairly considerable composer of light and occasional verse.  These claims, made by family members and friends of De Mille to Archibald MacMechan, during his researches shortly after De Mille's death, have been so far very hard to support.   This poem may only add a single "opus" to De Mille's credit, but its existence provides further support for the claims put forward for his talent in this genre.

     From the biographer's point of view, moreover, it is useful to have an extended commentary by De Mille on part of his own experience.  The poem provides a very lively sketch (both in words and pictures) of life at Brown University in the early fifties, and one which is the more interesting for being closely contemporaneous with what it describes.  There are a number of accounts of life at Brown, collected in a substantial volume under the title Memories of Brown, but none of them seem to have been written quite so contemporaneously as the De Mille poem.  In at least one instance, De Mille seems to provide an earlier dating for a particular event than either Brown's official historian, Bronson, or those of his classmates supplying reminiscences to the Memories volume (see note to line 318).  Historians of Brown, therefore, as well as students of De Mille, may find the poem of some interest.

     Before starting to discuss the technical skill displayed in the poem, I should in fairness to De Mille, make it clear that the poem cannot ever have been intended for publication.  It is finished in the sense that it is complete, but not in the sense that it has received any kind of careful polishing.  It was very clearly intended for oral delivery on a single occasion, (the class dinner), and to an audience who had shared with De Mille the experiences he describes.  Taking this limitation of occasion and audience into account, we should be careful not to expect too much of the poem technically.

     Clever, but rough, would nevertheless be my summary of the literary qualities of the style and technique of the poem, even after making such allowances.  When De Mille speaks of addressing his audience in "doggerel rhyme", for example, he is being not modest but accurate: he uses a line which is basically an anapaestic tetrameter, characterized by a great deal of variation, including frequent hypermetric syllables at the beginning or end, frequent use of initial trochaic feet, and an occasional shift into dactylic rhythm.  This looseness of rhythm contrasts sharply with the smooth, elegantly varied, and neatly managed rhythms of the "Phi Beta Kappa Poem".  Nevertheless, the result is an engagingly rollicking rhythm, the tendency of which to accelerate in being read aloud would presumably be controlled by the poet as he read.  The rhyme-scheme, equally loose, varies for the most part between rhymed couplets and alternating rhyme.   Again, this is in sharp contrast to the regular couplets of the "Phi Beta Kappa Poem", which are varied only occasionally, and then merely by the standard form of variation, the triplet.  Certainly, the rhyme scheme of the "Class Poem 1854", however unusual, works, and may even be considered a suitable match, like the rhythm, for the considerable exuberance exhibited in the content of the poem.

     This exuberance also affects the type of rhyme-word chosen.  In rhyming "rehearse it he" / "university" (lines 4, 6), De Mille is clearly being deliberately playful; elsewhere, he uses similarly surprising rhymes in order to get himself out of a difficulty: "soon yours" / "Juniors" (lines 155-156), or even to enable him to perpetrate a pun: "sky men" / "Hymen" (lines 123-124, see note).  In a curious way, some of these surprising rhymes suggest those of Byron, whose work was certainly known to De Mille, and even anticipate those of W.S. Gilbert.

     The punning rhymes are a further manifestation of the same exuberance, but they are by no means the only puns in the poem.  The text, in fact, is full of them — for De Mille seems to make the pun his chief instrument of humour — beginning with that on "desert"/"dessert" (line 14) and ending with that on "toback her"/"tobacco" (line 416).  I have indicated such puns in the notes only where they seem to be dependent upon allusions to events or places or persons specific to Brown, or occasionally where the meaning is clear only after an examination of the drawings surrounding the text.  Although the pun is no longer fashionable, some of De Mille's puns must nevertheless be acknowledged to be remarkably ingenious and quite funny.

     There is evidence in the poem, however, for more than a simple talent for ingenious puns and wild rhymes.  The narrative of the poem is well organized, falling naturally into seven distinct sections: a short introduction (lines 1-20), a section on the Freshman year (lines 21-76), a section on the Sophomore year (77-154), a section on the Junior year (lines 155-238), a section on the Senior year (239-319), a section on the various careers in prospect for the members of the Class (lines 320-396), and a short conclusion (lines 397-416).  In particular, the lines on the "Junior burial" (lines 213-238) form a quite respectable specimen of descriptive verse.  In its economy, rhythm, pace, and vividness, this section conveys very clearly a sense of the occasion which was a high point of the College year not only for the students involved but for the people of Providence as well.

     It is much to be regretted that the drawings which illustrate the text cannot, at least for the time being, be reproduced with it.  They have a vigor, clarity, and humour of their own which makes them more than mere appendages to the verse, while at the same time, unlike the random doodlings of the notebook which has survived from De Mille's years at Brown and the rather overcrowded illustrations to the Virgil translation or to "Eggs, Eggs, Eggs", they form a vivid commentary on the text.  I have commented on some of the drawings briefly in notes to various lines, not to tantalize, but simply to indicate points at which the illustration either clarifies the text or forms an integral part of the meaning.

     The MS presents considerable editing problems and dilemmas, largely as a result of its not having been intended for publication, or indeed, so far as I can see, for reading by any other person than De Mille himself and Annie Pryor, daughter of Dr John Pryor, whom he subsequently married, and whose name, as I mentioned, is written on the flyleaf of the MS.  The punctuation is minimal.  Indeed, there is almost no final punctuation to the lines at all.  What punctuation, whether final or internal, there is consists largely of dashes and exclamation marks.  I have therefore pursued a policy of punctuating the MS sparingly, but sufficiently to make straightforward reading possible.  In any case where carrying out this policy involved more than the simple insertion or deletion of a punctuation mark, I have indicated exactly what I have done in the Notes which follow the poem.  A second dilemma is De Mille's very problematic division of the text into verse paragraphs.  He seems to have divided the text into paragraphs, but it is impossible to tell whether there is any systematic pattern or not, since the spacing between the lines is irregular throughout (for example, in some places it is not possible to tell whether a paragraph division is intended and has been accidentally filled in with part of a drawing, or whether the space between two lines is deliberately widened to allow the enlargement of a part of the illustration, or whether the space is simply accidental).   Some lines following apparent paragraph spaces begin with elaborate decorated capitals, others do not.  My policy, as finally arrived at, is to ignore all seeming paragraph breaks except where such a break appears to precede a new section of the poem (see above), which I have marked by a paragraph indentation in the text of the poem.   I have corrected spelling only where this seems to be a genuine error and not part of the intention of the humour (as, for example, where the misspelling points a pun).

     I have explained local, historical, personal, and literary allusions briefly in the Notes, wherever possible, and have also indicated there allusions which I have not been able to explain.  (For the latter, I should be happy to receive any suggestions for possible explanations.)  The chief sources for the explanations of allusions to events and people at Brown are: Walter C. Bronson, The History of Brown University 1764-1914 (Providence: Brown University, 1914), referred to in the notes simply as Bronson; and Robert P. Brown et al., eds, Memories of Brown (Providence: Brown Alumni Magazine Co, 1909), referred to in the notes as Memories.

     I should like to thank the Librarian of Brown University for permission to reproduce the poem from the manuscript in their possession, and also to acknowledge with gratitude the considerable assistance of the Brown University Archivist, Mrs Martha L. Mitchell.


Class Poem 1854

Dear Classmates — 'Tis rather too solemn a time
For one to address you in doggerel rhyme;
Besides, any student appointed to write
A poetic effusion, before he'd rehearse it he
Would feel some sensations of modest affright




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At the thought of addressing a whole university.
So a kind of — a sort of a doubting and fearing
And modest reluctance my bosom oppresses,
But if you will kindly allow me a hearing
Like a bashful young lover I'll make my addresses.




10
We have finished the dinner of college at last —
That time of enjoyment forever is past;
We have gone through the courses untroubled — unhurt —
And we soon will receive the accustomed desert.
Inexpressibly dreary the prospect appears —




15
No wonder you're sitting in rows — and in tiers.
Yet come let us turn from the tortures of grief,
Let us seek from the past some enduring relief,
For pleasures full many we all may detect if
We turn to that season a glance retrospective.




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     Oh don't you remember the glorious time
When we first heard out yonder the college bells chime!
Oh don't you remember the gladness and joy
That thrilled through the heart of each innocent boy
When first to his chamber a catalogue came, 




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That volume which showed him — his own printed name!
'Twas the sweet time of boyhood — all gladness and truth,
The fresh and the halcyon season of youth,
And don't you remember what longings there came,
What youthful aspirings for honor and fame,




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How we zealously labored by nights and by days
And all for the honor of wearing green baize.
How happy the moments! Too quickly — alas —
Did the flourishing season of Freshmanhood pass!
Ah — those were the days, when untroubled by woe,




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We all to the lecture room gaily would go.
No ghostlings of studies neglected, I ween,
In the Freshman's nightvisions could ever be seen.
Each worked at his book like a middle-age monk;
Not one could define you the meaning of — "Flunk".




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The thought of committing himself he would scorn,
He would rather commit the most troublesome lesson;
When the tones of the prayer bell came sounding at morn,
He always was there — with respectable dress on.
But gladness is oftentimes followed by sorrow, 




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And the happy today by the bitter tomorrow.
So of us it was frequently, laughingly said,
That like draughtsmen a checquered existence we led.
How often while sitting "sub tegwine fagi"
And eyeing the stars like the old Eastern Magi,




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A shower of rubbish from regions above
Has forced the poor Freshman in anger to move.
How often while sitting in sadness and gloom,
Just rising to welcome a friend to the room,
In horror he found him the first of a throng




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All furnished with pipes and tobacco most strong,
Who smoking would sit for three hours or more
Till the owner insensible lay on the floor.
How oft — Ah!  how often — when slumb'ring at night,
When the visions of dreamland have thrilled with delight




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The soul of the dreamer who slumbering lies
And wanders in thought through the uppermost skies —
How oft — Ah! how oft — has he started in fear
As he heard the harsh roar of a waterfall near,
And in agony waked — as the ice water sped




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From pails held above him all over his head,
And felt in his bosom that torrent of woe,
That flood of deep sorrow few mortals may know,
Because his kind friends by the thought had been struck
That he was — like poultrymen — fond of a duck.




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The deluge of water, the wakening strife,
Are chief of the ills of studious life;
The little green flowers in loveliness spring
While the Heavens a peaceable radiance bring,
But they fade when oppressed by the watery powers,




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And hopelessly die 'mid continual showers.
     We joyously turn from a season like this
To a life of enjoyment, of gladness and bliss —
From a Freshman's experience of trouble and strife
To the brilliant events of a Sophomore's life.



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With the joy of a sailor returning from sea,
With the joy of a captive from prison set free,
With the joy of an heir whose minority's o'er,
We entered the fun-loving class Sophomore!
There was singing and dancing and gladness and glee




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And joy which e'en Timon might giggle to see;
There was fiddling and dancing in many a hall,
And the college reechoed the sounds of the ball.
We all of us then in the play took a part,
And excitement enlivened the stolidest heart,




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While amid the loud music's harmonious tones
Wild arose a sharp rattling among the dry bones!
Pandemonium heard it and trembled again
At the Sophomore's chaunt and the Sophomore's strain,
As at midnight the merry enthusiast throng




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Came marching and singing and dancing along;
While like shepherds of old each hilarious man
Rejoiced in the vision of Pipe and of Pan! —
Ye nymphs who inhabit the chosen retreat
Where the ton of the State hath established its seat,




100
Oh tell me if ever a pleasanter sound
In all the wide universe ever was found
Than that which arose when thro' College there came
The shout which would herald the presence of flame;
When one mightly hubbub and outcry of "Fire!"




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Went pealing around and above, high and higher;
When the windows uplifted presented a show
Of heads stretching forward in many a row —
Each eye wildly staring — each hand raised on high —
And the tongues all in unison yelling the cry,




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While many a citizen waked in affright
As he heard those astonishing "Voices of Night".
'Tis sweet on the pathway of pleasure to gaze,
'Tis sweet to look back on those innocent days —
For while we look fondly and eagerly back,




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A thousand old memories crowd o'er the track,
A thousand remembrances cluster around
To hallow each spot of the well-trodden ground.
There once a companion by Cupid was seized,
And ne'er could the little god's wrath be appeased




120
Till his prey by the altar, had altered his life
And clasped to his bosom a beautiful wife!
You saw it and shouted — and praised to the sky — men
Who like Frederick of Prussia were partial to Hymen;
You saw it and longed for the time to prepare




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When yourselves — like a cabby — might live by your fair.
There too a young genius — neglected by fame —
Invented a way to enkindle a flame,
A fine easy method of striking a light.
On the coldest of mornings or darkest midnight




130
The inventors would slyly escape from their lairs
The fire their stoves — down a long flight of stairs!
When the deep snow was lying in heaps o'er the ground
And cold blew the blast o'er the frost-bitten earth
The snow-balls in fury went flying around




135
And the welkin reechoed with noisiest mirth —
And if in the distance some being was seen
Promenading the ground with contemplative mein,
Then broke from the players enthusiast cries
And snow balls went flying in clouds thro' the skies,




140
Till the pleted unfortunate fell 'neath the weight
Of the snow which descended in piles on his pate!
When the lecture-bell summoned each student away
To spend at reciting, the best of the day
When the hall for reciting with wide open door




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Stood dingily, drearily, coldly before,
Where the ever remorseless professor began
To call on each tremulous, cowering man
To arise, and the difficult lesson recite
Which he'd wholly forgotten, the previous night —




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"Oh!" we cried with fully many a shudder and frown —
"That the classical tongues could do nought but perplex us —
"That Demosthenes ne'er could get into the Crown —
"That Prometheus was bound to eternally vex us!"



     A different lot was exceedingly soon yours 155
At the end of the year when you all become Juniors.
That year was begun with a glad recreation
And old Brown was vacated at time of vacation.
'Twas pleasant enough to a man of sobriety
(Though to others a sober existence is strange)




160
To think that we soon would have wondrous variety — 
That like Croesus of old we'd have plenty of change.
Our grief and surprise were exceedingly great
When we found that we'd met with an Arab's hard fate —
For the fields of Rhetorical learning, you know,




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The most studious minds are accustomed to trammell,
But horror! we found it a desert of woe
To be painfully crossed with the help of a Campbell.
Full many a Junior was struck with despair
And in agony shouted and tore at his hair,




170
But finding at last, it was useless to groan he
Made light of the matter by using a pony.
The demands of the study of Physics, I fear,
From us ever gained but reluctant complyings;
And 'twas thought from the grumblings that any might hear




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That we gained from the sciences nothing but sighings.
Alas! it is mournful to furnish a view
Of the times which are only unpleasant to you.
It is sad to look back on that wilderness waste
Where from fountains of ease we could ne'er get a taste.




180
'Tis fearful to think on that region of woes,
Replete with deep sorrows forever returning
The unceasing complainings which ever arose,
The horrible lecture room scorching and burning,
Amid which the result was a curious one —




185
For like Ephrahim's cake we were all underdone
'Twas the year of deep study and intricate thought
Promoting a wonderful growth of the brain,
When no one the joys of retirement sought
For a tired existence was everyone's bane.




190
There often at night, in some third-storey roo
When the college enshrouded in darkness and gloom
Rose dismally, gloomily, grandly on high
And not the least twinkle of light met the eye,
When silence was ruling all nature around —




195
Then often the ear might distinguish a sound,
A faint gentle murmur of musical tones
Like the sound of the wind on a clear summer night
As all around corners and angles it moans
And screeches and whistles in hurrying flight —




200
Such sounds came descending in singular measure
From the room of some Junior performing with pleasure
On an instrument such as a fife or a flute or
A fiddle, in hope of becoming a Tooter.
In midnight and darkness we sought after knowledge —




205
There aye was a wonderful lacking of light
For clamor and noise were triumphant thro' college
And turmoil alone was made use of at night.
But amid the remembrances cherished and sweet
Which our glance retrospective most pleasantly meet




210
There is none which will sooner make happy and merry all
Than the thought of the famous Rhetorical burial.
It was gloomy and dark when we met on the plain
Where the corpses of Campbell and Whately were lain,
And we gathered in silence most mournfully round




215
The place where the bodies lay low on the ground.
And the torches on high with a far-gleaming light
Chased away the dim shadows of black-arrayed night,
While the sad tones of music ascending on high
Drew forth the hot teardrops from many an eye.




220
We marched with slow footsteps in mournfullness down
To pace thro' the strees of the wondering town,
And thousands of eyes from the windows above
And thousands of eyes from the sidewalks below
Saw us mournfully bearing the friends of our love 




225
To the place where the dead are appointed to go.
And the teardrops which trembled in many an eye
And the weeping ones pacing all sadly and slow
And the grief-speaking dirge that ascended on high
Gave proofs of our sorrow and signs of our woe —




230
We lowered the coffin beneath the blue wave
(Although it at first rather shunned our endeavour),
And we sang "Let them sleep in their watery grave,
While o'er them the billows shall tumble forever!"
Ah, solemn and sad was that burial scene —




235
No lightness was there, and no frivolous laughing
(Though it rather disturbed our serious mien
When the shivering pallbearers all got a coughing).
    Time rapidly flies — our lives are as grass —
They endure for a moment and instantly pass.

240
All pleasures are vapid and life is a vapor
And the torch of existence the veriest taper —
These weighty reflections come home to the mind
As it ponders on pleasures long since left behind,
And thinks on the days when existence was dear




245
And all the short joys of the Senior year.
Metaphysical learning was pleasant indeed —
We found genius in Stewart and something to Reid,
And we learned with delight this most excellent rule,
That each his existence might pleasantly pass if he




250
Would stick to the men of the "Common-sense school",
And properly scorn all Fichte-tious philosophy.
'Twas truly quite troublesome ne'er to retard
The furious progress with which we would rush on,
Those lecture room forms were too stiff and too hard




255
Although we had often a pleasant dis-cushion.
In the History courses we met with a fate
Which all would most willingly, eagerly, shun,
For the class was most fearfully pressed by the weight
Of many an awful Historical pun.




260
For Oh! with what feelings of woe, did we hear
"That a serfeit of slaves might be found at the South — "
And when people complained — that provisions were dear —
"That the dreadful complaint was in everyone's mouth!"
We have travelled through College without any doubt,




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And our mothers most certainly know we are out;
We have travelled thro' college and every one looks
With a glance of abhorrence at all college books;
And everyone feels an internal disgust
At the thought of possessing Collegiate rust.




270
'Twas the fierce dread of this which incited the heart
Of many a Senior when first with a start
He awoke to the fearful ineffable shame
Of ever acquiring the pedant's bad name.
Hence many men rushed with incredible speed




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And excitement which never a warning would heed,
With eager endeavour, and terrible passion,
To take a first plunge in the cold bath of Fashion.
Oh, then might you see the incipient down
Over many a mouth just beginning to frown,




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While others endeavoured with zeal to acquire
What Nature refused to their earnest desire,
And endeavoured, while better endowments refusing,
To be like Philosophers — always a-musing.
And others with rather artistical views




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Chose out an entirely different course
Full blessed were some in the path they did choose
For they soon were enabled to draw — like a horse.
And others acquired full many a tongue
Which in far foreign regions is commonly spoken;




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Could a foreigner hear it his heart would be wrung
At the sound of his language all mangled and broken.
How rash the attempt! — When we know that in truth
One tongue can give rise to dissension and war,
Then what shall we think of that terrible youth




295
Who is in the possession of no less than four.
After all — let us hope that whatever they love
And whatever may be the amount of their knowledge,
Their various faculties always may prove
As good as the Faculty owned by their College.




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Let us hope for the students who tarry behind,
Whether Freshmen or Juniors or graduates resident,
That each well performed action may ne'er cease to find
Like ours so good and approving a precedent.
At the end of the term, when the period came




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Our minds to employ with a different aim,
Each future A M could you readily see
At working, as busy and brisk as A B. (-308)
Yet a dreadful foreboding came darkly to each
That had cut a strange figure, at "Figures of Speech".




310
And many confessed with exceeding affright,
While over the Tusculan questionings poring,
That he was by no means remarkably bright
Or else the great "Augur" was awful at boring.
Yet amid all the troubles that tortured the mind,




315
'Mid studies and longings for some intermission,
By the use of our wits we were able to find
A notable method to sign a petition —


     But these are all over.  No longer before us
The pathway of knowledge lies still and alone,

320
For the steep hill of life is arising far o'er us
With forests and difficult woods overgrown,
And there we will journey by different roads,
Beladen and bothered by different loads.
And here, like a father dismissing his son,




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Let me give some advice ere the journey's begun.
Don't be an Author.  They always are debtors,
And in general perish by means of starvation;
For all who would hope to be people of letters,
I would call a Post Office the best situation.




330
Do Politics charm you?  Then Oh!  with caution —
The lathing machine straightway set about learning.
For certain it is that each great Politician
Like the wheel of Ixion forever is turning.
I address you, cum sollicitudine mentis,




335
Ye men, to whose wishes a medical bent is.
Alas, if you made but one honest concession,
You'd acknowledge that this was a vial profession.
Don't think that comparison wholly ridiculous
If I say that you'll be like the Emperor Nicholas —




340
Your powder oft mentioned in medical works
Would kill a whole army of Infidel Turks;
The mortars yon doctor so laughingly fills
Would annihilate more than Czar Nicholas kills.
Oh do not endeavour like fops "to be killing" —




345
Extinguish forever all premature willing. 
Be as quick as French Bishops in making a "Cure",
Let no love of slaying your order allure;
Remember when medical men you have grown
That sleighing is proper in winter alone.




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Be gentle to all in your social relations —
Look out for your pay — and preserve your patients.
And always remember till life's latest breath,
Mid fevers and cholera, dropsies and phtysics,
That all your attempts cannot save you from death —




355
Archimedes died, though a master in Physics.
The lucrative state of the bar has ceased
Since the liquor law's passage away Down East
Yet to those who will never the study of law shun
I will speak a few words of benevolent caution:




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Be honest, be truthful, all meanness despise.
Oh, never be a sloth, nor a scoundrel who lies —
For how can the name of a "lier" be suiting
To one who would stand on respectable footing.
If you're asked for assistance, at once give relief;




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If a case you'd elucidate, speak it in brief.
If you want a rich wife be not squeamish at all
If she's ugly or aged, or smallish or thin —
What you want, is a wife like the mines of Cornwall
Who may be in possession of — plenty of tin.




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Fine manners alone for a face that is plain —
Seek after fine manners — nor use them in vain.
Who knows but your lady may quickly be slain
For instance — like Abel of old by a Cain.
But why should I make these remarks about ladies?




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All this is superfluous, powerless sporting —
For a lawyer's chief business and pleasantest trade is
To spend a whole lifetime at pleading and courting.
It isn't for embryo pastors to look
For a future subsistence by hook and by crook;




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The ones who embrace a pastorial life
Will find it commingled with trouble and strife.
Don't fight with your deacons — or some pleasant day
You'll remorsefully find there's the dickens to pay.
And always be ready, wherever you go, 




385
To stop like a horse at the crying of "Woe!"
Though destitute, keep a respectable carriage;
Look out for the fees that attend upon marriage — 
And then if you wish for a peaceable life
Hand over the money at once to your wife!!




Be kind and attentive to all of your flock — 
Such actions the money-filled bags will unlock;
And never from watchings and carefullness cease,
Look out for your flock — and look out for their fleece!
For who would not treat that odd shepherd with jeers




395
Who neglects to make use of the wealth-giving shears.
'Tis over! our thoughts are most mournful indeed;
We cannot restrain them — 'tis useless to try — 
Like a sugartrapped butterfly, recently freed,
Straight back to the sorrowful subject they fly.




400
We weepingly think of our old Alma Mater
To whom this occurrence such misery brings,
For Oh! what a desolate lot will await her
When we are cut loose from her apron strings!
She's a dark Brunette of some ninety years — 




405
She's been battered and beaten by many a storm;
Yet fondly we'll drop the affectionate tears
While we're bidding adieu to her reverend form;
She has proved a fond mother to father and son,
To manhood she guided us lovingly on,




410
And the being who cheered us in earlier days
For the rest of our lives we will zealously praise.
Oh, let for one moment misfortune alight,
Let the tempest content, or the hurricane rack her —
How quickly would all of us rush to the fight —




415
How all — like old smokers — would love — toback her!

Notes

1.11 "the dinner of college": probably an allusion to the occasion on which the poem was delivered.  One of the illustrations on this opening page shows a long banquet table with seated figures and figures like waiters carrying dishes.

1.14 "receive": MS "recieve"; the MS spelling of "desert" points the pun on "desert"/"dessert".

1.26 "his own printed name": the Catalogues of this period at Brown included a list of all registered students by year's standing.

1.40 "flunk": spelled "flunck" and defined as "the forced confession of an empty head" in the Brown "Record of College News" of 1843 (Bronson, p. 243).  (See also 1.172.)

1.44 "with respectable dress on": this sounds like an allusion to the college regulations, although I have not been able to find this precise phrase.

1.49 "sub tegmine fagi": "under the beech-tree's shelter" (Virgil, Eclogues 1.1).

1.55-58 "smoking": the "smoking" or "smoking out" of freshmen was a traditional method of hazing, and is remembered by Granger, one of De Mille's classmates (Memories, p. 104).

1.59 "Ah": MS has "ah", I have capitalized it for consistency with 1.63.

1.70 "fond of a duck": The ducking of two freshmen by Granger and three classmates on a "fine December night" of their Sophomore year (Memories, p. 103) must still have been fresh in everybody's memories when De Mille arrived at the beginning of the following term.

1.72 "of studious life": MS has "of the studious life", with "the" crossed out.

1.74 "peaceable": MS has "peacable", both here and at 1.389.

1.84 "Sophomore": the word is written in a fancy script, emphasising that it was at this point that De Mille joined the "Class of '54".

1.86 "Timon": Timon of Athens, the byword for misanthropy.

1.93 "Pandemonium": meaning literally "the place of all the devils", it was the nickname given at Brown to the fourth storey of University Hall (Memories, pp. 103, 115), from the name of the capital of Hell in Milton's Paradise Lost (Book I, 756, and Book X, 424).

1.97 "Shepherds": MS has "sheperds" here, and also at line 395.

1.100 "ton": for "haut ton", the social Úlite of Providence.

1.105 "Fire!": no notable fire seems to have occurred during De Mille's years at Brown; major fires had previously occurred in 1817 (this one burned down what the President of the period delicately called "the nuisance", and endangered the college building) and in 1819 (Bronson, p. 185), both of them creating the sort of disturbance De Mille describes.

1.112 "Voices of Night": in quotation marks in MS, although I have so far been unable to find the source.

1.119 "seized": MS has "siezed".

1.124 "Frederick of Prussia . . . Hymen": the pun on "Hymen" and "high men" alludes to the famous personal guard assembled by Frederick II (the Great) of Prussia, all the members of which had to be at least six feet tall. An illustration in the margin is the only clue to this one.

1.132 "fire their stoves": literally "light their stoves", but taken in context, De Mille is making an oblique pun on another sense of fire: "to propel . . . (a missile)" (OED); on one occasion a stove left in the hall of the top floor was thrown down the stairs, and on another a stove was thrown out of a second-storey window (Memories, pp. 318, 103).

1.153 "Demosthenes Crown": "On the Crown", an oration of Demosthenes (384?-322 BC), the Athenian statesman and orator, whose work was to be studied in the second-year Greek class in 1853-1854.

1.154 "Prometheus was bound": presumably a reference to the Prometheus Bound of Aeschylus, although this is not listed for study during De Mille's stay at Brown.

1.160 I have inserted parentheses round this line to make the sense of the passage clear.

1.166 "trammell": the OED spells the wordwith one "l" and lists several senses of which #5, "To hinder the free action of; to put restraint upon fetter, hamper, impede, confine", makes the best sense, although sense #3, "to fasten together the legs (of a horse)", is also suggested by De Mille's drawing of a running animal (something of a cross between camel and a horse); the same animal provides a link between this line and 1.168, with its put upon "camel" and "Campbell".

1.168 "Campbell": George Campbell, the author of The Philosophy of Rhetoric. This was, with Richard Whateley's The Elements of Rhetoric (see note to line 212), the usual rhetoric textbook at Brown during De Mille's stay; De Mille himself subsequently used both books when teaching rhetoric at Dalhousie.

1.172 "pony": a translation, or key, defined in the 1843 "Record of College News", as "a small steed for cripples, — unsafe, obsolete" (Bronson, p. 243). (See also 1.40.)

1.186 "Ephrahim's cake": "Ephraim is a cake not turned" (Hosea 7:8): hence "underdone" because cooked on one side only; the students were "under" Professor Dunn.

1.191 "third-storey": MS has "third story".

1.204 "Tooter": the pun on tooter/tutor is amplified by a marginal drawing of a figure playing what looks like a clarinet.

1.208 "turmoil": "oil" is lightly underlined in the MS stressing the pun on "lamp-oil".

1.212 "Rhetorical burial": For a long period at Brown it was customary for members of the Junior class, in which rhetoric was studied to hold a mock funeral for the authors of the rhetoric textbooks used in the class, aimost always, and certainly in De Mille's junior year (1852-1853), Campbell and Whateley (see above, 1.168). According to the programme for 5 July 1853, copies of the two text-books were encoffined in a weighted wooden box, carried in solemn procession along a circuitous route through the city, and finally rowed out into deep water in the Harbour, off Fox Point at the tip of Narragansett Bay, where they were dropped overboard, after which the participants returned to the college.

1.229 "dirge": the programme for the 1853 burial prints the "words by James De Mille" of such a dirge, to the tune of "Auld Lang Syne".

1.248 "Stewart . . . and Reid": the works of Dugald Stewart (1753-1828) and Thomas Reid (1710-1796), members of the "Common sense" school (see below, 1.251), were studied at Brown in the course on Intellectual and Moral Philosophy.

1.251 "Common-sense school": a school of philosophy which came into existence in the eighteenth century, centred on the notion of common sense.

1.252 "Fichte-tious": a reference to the work of Johann Fichte (1762- 1814), called the "first major representative of the movement called transcendental Idealism", whose Critique of All Revelation would have been sufficiently unpopular with the firmly Christian outlook of the Brown faculty to give De Mille's pun on "Fichte-tious" and "fictitious" some point.

1.262 "serfeit": I have left the misspelling in to make the point of the pun a littler clearer; the MS also divides the word as "serf eit".

1.263 "that provisions were dear": underlined in MS.

1.264 "was in everyone's mouth": underlined in MS.

1.266 "mothers ... know we are out": An allusion to the jeering nineteenth-century streetcry addresses by urchins to anyone foolishlooking.

1.270 "collegiate rust": college mannerisms, with "rust" used in the OED sense #5, "any deteriorating or impairing effect or influence upon character, abilities, etc., especially as the result of inactivity".

1.293 "When": I have indicated a new sentence beginning here, although the manuscript does not, since the lines clearly require it in order to be intelligible.

1.304 "precedent": the pun on "precedent" and "president" refers to Brown's President Francis Wayland, who was generally liked and admired, although capable of inspiring apprehension among some students.

1.307- "A M . . . A B": a reference to the fact that under President Wayland the AM degree

1.308 at Brown had been changed to become, like the AB, a degree which could be obtained by completing course work and passing examinations.

1.312 "Tusculan questionings": the Tusculanae Disputationes of Marcus Tullius Cicero (106-43 BC) of which the first book was set for the examination in Latin for the graduating class in 1854 (see also line 314 below).

1.314 "Augur": the pun is on "augur" (a Roman religious offcial with the duty of inspecting omens) and "auger" (a drill for boring holes in wood); in the illustration at the foot of the manuscript page a recumbent figure (presumably the unfortunate student) is having his head pierced by a drill (labelled "Kikero Disps" and operated by a figure labelled "Kikero"); under it is a note saying "a great bore". Cicero held this office once during his career, and makes a number of references to it in his writings.

1.318 "petition": a partition had been put up on the upper corridor (running from one end of the building to another, with a staircase at each end) of University Hall, in order to stop students rolling a cannonball (among other things) along it. This naturally displeased the students, so that, after the putting up of the partition, newcomers were invited to sign a petition and then led unsuspectingly up to the partition where they were asked to inscribe their names. Bronson (working with the official university records) dates the putting up of the partitions as 1860, and one of the accounts in Memories as 1855, but De Mille's reference implies that it must have been before 1855.

1.331 "Do Politics charm you?  Then . . .": MS has "charm you then", but the lines require a new sentence to make sense.

1.332 "lathing machine": from the sense of the passage, this must be a lathe, not a machine for making laths.

1.334 "turning": the sense of "turning" here implies that the politician is always a "turncoat", or traitor; whether to his party, his constituents, or his principles is left open. Ixion was punished for hubris by being lashed to a constantly turning wheel.

1.335 "cum sollicitudine mentis": literally, "with uneasiness of mind"; perhaps another tag from De Mille's Latin reading.

1.340 "Emperor Nicholas": Nicholas I, Emperor of Russia 1825-1855. The allusion to the amount of "killing" he did is presumably a reference to the Crimean War which broke out in March 1854 partly, according to authorities, as a result of Nicholas' foreign pollcy.

1.347 "French Bishops . . . cure": the pun is obviously on "cure" and "cure", but the speed attributed to the French Bishops remains unaccounted for.

1.354 "phtysics": "phthisic" (with an "s" added for the rhyme with "physics"), the OED defines phthisis "as a wasting disease of the lungs; pulmonary consumption [tuberculosis]".

1.357 "bar": the word is lightly underlined in the MS.

1.358 "the liquor law's passage away Down East": the law in question, known as the "Maine Law" (officially, in the Public Laws of Maine, 1851, Chapter 21, "An Act for the suppression of drinking houses and tippling shops"), introduced statewide Prohibition.

1.381 "pastorial": possibly misspelled for the sake of the rhythm.

1.390 "Hand over . . . your wife": there is a small cross just before the first word of this line which may have indicated some deeper meaning for the person who at some point received the MS as a gift, Annie Pryor, whom De Mille subsequently married.

1.394 "look out for their fleece": lightly underlined in the MS, at the foot of the page, a figure is shown busily shearing a sheeplike animal, under a noticeboard which reads "Pastor Fido".

1.405 "Brunette": Brown University as Alma Mater.

1.416 "toback her": the pun on "tobacco" is highly consistent with De Mille's reputed heavy smoking.