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But a fain' told me a story true That now- !'ru going to tell to you: The clock that hangs there was once in love With a beautiful, snow-white turtle dove who flew away to the heavens above And left the clock to repine. So sauted, as many mortals be, The clock disapproves of all love it does see; And so fr0111its height it looks scowlingly down, With many a grimace and many a frown, And threateningly ticks with monotonous sound, On the students it sees there below it. At the Faculty meeting 011 Friday of each week, This clock to the teachers does freely speak. It tells them, apparently with conscienceserene, Ofall it has heard and all it has seen; Deeds which had escaped both Preccptress and Dean, This clock it is sure to report them. This warning, my dears, for yonr service we mean, FOl" students old and students green; In the Faculty-room you're not alone, And that clock has a heart as hard as stone, For your stolen sweets 'twill make you atone, So mind your P's and Q's! 192