Takings, or, The life of a collegian : a poem . m ruminating on the Muses,Came up the street at his most rapid pace, Added a couple to the Topers bruises By kicks, and then went sprawling on his face. A very wholesome lesson after all,— That those who go too fast are like to fall. 186 TAKINGS. IX. He calld the watchman from the other sideTo aid the toper, but nights guardian grim, Howeer deplorable his case, repliedIt matterd nothing in the world to him. The prostrate man was ten yards off his beat, And so might sleep or perish in the street. X. Tom lost his patience and began to swear; Twas n
Takings, or, The life of a collegian : a poem . m ruminating on the Muses,Came up the street at his most rapid pace, Added a couple to the Topers bruises By kicks, and then went sprawling on his face. A very wholesome lesson after all,— That those who go too fast are like to fall. 186 TAKINGS. IX. He calld the watchman from the other sideTo aid the toper, but nights guardian grim, Howeer deplorable his case, repliedIt matterd nothing in the world to him. The prostrate man was ten yards off his beat, And so might sleep or perish in the street. X. Tom lost his patience and began to swear; Twas not a pious nor a prudent plan,The watchman with indifference this could bear ; But told the sufferer was a gentlemanWho might reward, his gentle heart relented ;To help the Alderman he then consented. XI. In taking Home our hero lent a hand, And grateful for the active part he playd, The Citizen indulged in offers grand,And of his pocket-book a present made. He raged when twas refused; so Tom gaveway, Fixd to restore it on the following TA; 6 BS iobflAwf roriw ho-gni oil f 7 (IT// . ii: —. I m if mom moT z mmvshln oriT .! oi iof iiio n IIiT? .rnftoi ylbBffi bliioo ©on mUI ,1 .ornofl on bcil I Htf ouIjbv aomofl w?•.-( -ioV[ ivmoorio olcnoti hlnoih won I ahlT11 iaijod nofb bax; &i ooi—M&imi \ /loot Iriftffaiqa A V nodi «ofnqrrtoO ^jjoito *iooq dguodifo bo waited Jxu CANTO V. 127 XII. The alderman safe housed, Tom moralized,— O! how lifes blessings mortals can abuse! Heavens bounties are forgotten or despised,Till miserably tis our lot to lose. I, like this toper, once could madly roam, Nor knew homes value till I had no home. XIII. But would I now should comfort smile once more, For all the joys of dissipated strife,Leave home to go where Bacchanalians roar, Or gamblers rave, and then boast This is life ?Calamity has taught—too late grown wis
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