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The Freshman birds, around the tables grouped, Filled not their crops with the ambrosial hash, Even the strap was left, which went to where Achillessat. He is the man the fates Decree misfortune ere another sun. Him will I greet and warn him of his doom: Warning, which, if he heed, all will be well. But r so know his brave, impetuous soul That shrinks not to bestride a classic steed, And ride him through the Clouds. Scarce will he heed. ACHILLEs.-Orion mounts the east. The hour is come To see the Sophs to bed. I must be off. But who is this? Hail, Calchas 1 CAI.CHAS.-l'hou art doomed. Strange and unwonted is thy fate, Achilles. ACHILLES.-Say on, what is it? And perhaps I can, By some shrewd scheming. win deliverance. Perhaps yOll will say 011a little bit. CALCHAS.-Ofoolish mortal, proud presumptuous man 1 Thou art forewarned. Beware. ACHILLES.-Tshall be where the student waits my step To slide the cards from sight, to leap in bed, Peacefully snoring in pretended sleep. - - 169 - -