There lies he, and through coming years must lie,
More lonely than the lonely hills; for they

Have mute companions, like themselves in form;
But he must live alone till life decay,

See nothing save his dog, his flocks, the sky,
Hear nothing save the old eternal storm!

THE UNIVERSITY OF GOTTINGEN.

A STUDENT'S LAMENT.

WHENEVER with haggard eyes I view
This dungeon that I'm rotting in,
I think of those companions true,
Who studied with me at the U-
niversity of Gottingen.

There first for thee my passion grew,
My sweet Matilda Pottingen!
She was the daughter of my Tu-

tor, Law Professor at the U.

niversity of Gottingen.

Sweet 'kerchief, check'd with heavenly blue,
Which once my love sat knotting in:

Alas! Matilda then was true

At least I thought so, at the U-
niversity of Gottingen.

Barbs! Barbs! alas, how swift ye flew,

Her neat post-waggon trotting in :
Ye bore Matilda from my view-
Forlorn I languished at the U-
niversity of Gottingen,

This faded form, this pallid hue,

This blood my veins are clotting in-
My years are many-they were few,
When first I enter'd at the U-
niversity of Gottingen.

Sun, moon, and thou, vain world, adieu!

That kings and priests are plotting in,
Doomed here to starve on water gru-
el, never shall I see the U-

niversity of Gottingen.

CANNING