Non sumus fashionabiles:She always tried to go at least once in the summer to see the old people at the Town Farm, a pleasant, gray old house, not far from Oak Glen. “In the afternoon visited the poorhouse with J. and F. and found several of the old people again, old Nancy who used to make curious patchwork; old Benny, halfwitted; Elsteth, Henrietta, and Harriet, very glad to see us. Julia read them a Psalm, then Harriet and Elsteth sang an interminable Methodist hymn, and I was moved to ask if they would like to have me pray ”
Non damus dapes splendides:
But in a modest way, you know,
We like to see our money go;
Et gaudeamus igitur,
Our soul has nought to fidget her!
We do not care to quadrigate
On Avenues in gilded state:
No gold-laced footmen laugh behind
At our vacuity of mind:
But in a modest one-horse shay,
We rumble, tumble as we may,
Et gaudeamus igitur,
Our soul has nought to fidget her!
When estivation is at end,
We've had our fun and seen our friend.
No thought of payment makes us ill,
We don't know such a word as “bill” :
Et gaudeamus igitur,
Our soul has nought to fidget her!
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Jocosa Lyra! one chord of its gay music suggests another.
It may have been in this summer that she wrote “The Newport song,” which also has its own lilting melody.
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