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NO BEER.

A THRENODY.

NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED

THRICE palatable fruit of malt and hop!

And would thy sale our legislature stop?

Lo! to thy memory I sadly drop A tear.

Nectarian draught, by priggish lips traduced!

The bonds that bound us, brotherly, are loosed.

Ah! student life will not be what it used, I fear.

When dusky shadows nightly close around,

To shun his little heaven, underground,

Will by the undergraduate be found Quite queer.

Nor beer, nor sandwich, when for breakfast late;

No modest quencher after dry debate;

Sausage tabooed, and pretzel; - 't is a fate Severe.

Men of high character cannot refrain

From wicked language at this law inane.

What will the Peeler do, who can't obtain His beer?

We all, full sore, the legal outrage feel;

Yet we can only in petition kneel,

And meekly, humbly pray for its repeal Next year.

C. A. M.

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