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 (From the United Services College "Chronicle," October 15, 1883.)

long white Barrack by the Sea
 * Stares blankly seaward still,

But other grimy paws make free
 * With pignuts on "The Hill."

Fresh faces in the Gym appear,
 * New knives cut other names;

Fresh sinners carry on, I fear,
 * Our very same old games.

Terms come and go, scenes shift and fade,
 * The young moustache progresses;

In place of call-over, "parade,"
 * Instead of dinner, "messes."

By some mysterious law of fate
 * I cannot understand,

Most College fledgelings gravitate
 * To "India's coral strand."

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