Farewell To A Book Named "Stout."

(Mine Ancient Enemy.)

Farewell ye Stoute imp, farewell.
To-morrow morn I shall thee sell.
Some other seeker after knowledge,
Some other student of this College
Will scan thy pages in confusion
To learn of concept and delusion,
And other things I've now forgotten—
I always thought you simply rotten!
No more my substitute for brain
O'er these I'll rack, for ne'er again
I'll study thee, pernicious bore—
Quoth the student, "Nevermore!"

—P.P.P.