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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=415792" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Valedictory Address to the D--n</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">John Alexander Frere, John,<br>When we were first acquent,<br>You lectured us as Freshmen<br>In the holy term of Lent;<br>But now you’re gettin’ bald, John,<br>Your end is drawing near,<br>And I think we’d better say &quot;Goodbye,<br>John Alexander Frere.&quot;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">John Alexander Frere, John,<br>How swiftly Time has flown!<br>The weeks that you refused us<br>Are now no more your own;<br>Tho’ Time was in your hand, John,<br>You lingered out the year,<br>That Grace might more abound unto<br>John Alexander Frere.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">There’s young Monro of Trinity,<br>And Hunter bold of Queen’s,<br>Who spurn the chapel system,<br>And &quot;vex the souls of Deans.&quot;<br>But all their petty squabbles<br>More ludicrous appear,<br>When we muse on thy departed form,<br>John Alexander Frere.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">There’s many better man, John.<br>That scorns the scoffing crew,<br>But keeps with fond affection<br>The notes he got from you—<br>&quot;Why he was out of College,<br>Till two o’clock or near,<br>The Senior Dean requests to know,<br>Yours truly, J. A. Frere.&quot;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">John Alexander Frere, John,<br>I wonder what you mean<br>By mixing up your name so<br>With me, and with &quot;The Dean.&quot;<br>Another Don may dean us,<br>But ne’er again, we fear,<br>Shall we receive such notes as yours,<br>John Alexander Frere.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The Lecture Room no more, John,<br>Shall hear thy drowsy tone,<br>No more shall men in Chapel<br>Bow down before thy throne.<br>But Shillington with meekness,<br>The oracle shall hear,<br>That set St. Mary's all to sleep—<br>John Alexander Frere.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then once before we part, John,<br>Let all be clean forgot,<br>Our scandalous inventions,<br>[Thy note-lets, prized or not].<br>For under all conventions,<br>The small man lived sincere,<br>The kernel of the Senior Dean,<br>John Alexander Frere.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=James+Clerk+Maxwell">James Clerk Maxwell</a><div class=q>
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When we were first acquent,
You lectured us as Freshmen
In the holy term of Lent;
But now you’re gettin’ bald, John,
Your end is drawing near,
And I think we’d better say &quot;Goodbye,
John Alexander Frere.&quot;..."></div>
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