Nicest place that ever was seen,— Colleges red and Common green, Sidewalks brownish with trees between. 20 A kind of harbor it seems to be, Wandering off from shore to shore With its freight of golden ore! Pleasant place for boys to play; — Better keep your girls away; Hearts get rolled as pebbles do 30 40 With heart-shaped pebbles of blood-red stone. About those conditions?' Well, now you go 140 And do as I tell you, and then you'll know. As much as to say that he allows. 1 For nearly forty years, from 1851 to 1889, Holmes never failed to bring a poem to the annual reunion of his college class. These poems, merely occasional,' and local as they were in origin, form a section in his collected works which is perhaps the most important, and, except for his best humorous narratives and his two finest lyrics, the most likely to survive; for, with all Holmes's characteristic wit and humor, they celebrate feelings that are broadly and typically American -class loyalty and college loyalty, and growing out of these, the loyalty of man's enduring friendship, and loyalty to country. The famous class of '29' counted among its members a chief-justice of Massachusetts, George T. Bigelow (the 'Judge' of this poem); a justice of the United That boy with the grave mathematical look Made believe he had written a wonderful book, And the ROYAL SOCIETY thought it was true! So they chose him right in; a good joke it was, too! States Supreme Court, B. R. Curtis (the boy with the three-decker brain'); the great preacher, James Freeman Clarke; Professor Benjamin Peirce ('that boy with the grave mathematical look'); and the author of America,' S. F. Smith. For a full list of members of the class, see the Cambridge Edition of Holmes's Poetical Works, p. 340. 1 Hon. Francis B. Crowninshield, Speaker of the Massachusetts House of Representatives. 2 G. W. Richardson, of Worcester, Massachusetts. Hon. George L. Davis. 4 why, yes! God bless me ! and was it so long ago? I fear I'm growing forgetful, as old folks do, you know; Holmes's fiftieth birthday. 'I know it,' I said, 'old fellow; you speak the solemn truth; A man can't live to a hundred and likewise keep his youth; But what if the ten years coming shall silver-streak my hair, You know I shall then be forty; of course I shall not care. 'At forty a man grows heavy and tired of fun and noise; Leaves dress to the five-and-twenties and love to the silly boys; No foppish tricks at forty, no pinching of waists and toes, But high-low shoes and flannels and good thick worsted hose.' 20 1859. (1877.) THE TWO STREAMS1 |