II.—'Dreaming.'—The Second Life.

Here and there,
In the College square,
She seemed to wander, a student fair;
And the dream was so vivid, she wasn't quite sure
Which was the false, or which the true—
That she was Kate, or in some strange way,
Had become a student, for ever to stay
In a musty old University.

It could not be true—
And yet there are few,
Except those ladies whom men call blue,
Who would care to wear
In the open air,
Whether they wandered in College square,
In sweet South Street—or indeed anywhere,—
A thing that resembles (tho' Profs, think't a pretty coat.)
Nothing so much as an old flannel petticoat.