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 (Recited in 'the Theatre, 
 
 THE INSTALLATION 
 
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 (p post Ifcitottrable % llUrrjws of SaMrcrjj 
 CHANCELLOR OF THE UNIVERSITY. 
 
 JUNE 21, 1870. 
 
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 T. & G. SHRIMPTON, BROAD STREET. 
 
 1870. 
 
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LATIN SAPPHIC ODE. 
 
 W. H. FORBES, 
 
 Scholar of Balliol Coll. 
 
 GREEK PINDARIC ODE. 
 
 F. D. MORICE, 
 Scholar of New Coll. 
 
 ENGLISH VERSES. 
 
 R. W. M. POPE, 
 Scholar of Worcester Coll. 
 
 ENGLISH VERSES. 
 
 F. E. WEATHERLY, 
 
 Scholar of Brasenosb Coll. 
 
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 5J6TJPER amisso duce, quern Senatus 
 Musa quern nevit patriae parentem, 
 Uude quaeramus similem? quis alter 
 Fiat ab illo? 
 
 Parce lamentis, domus orba, vanis; 
 Prodit antiquam nieritus coronam 
 Ductor, avolso neque deerit uno 
 Aureus alter. 
 
 Qualis Eoo rediens ab ortu 
 Sol triumphatas fugat almus umbras, 
 Tu decus nobis ades et dolorum 
 Grande levamen. 
 
 More sollemni tibi gratulamur; 
 Rite consedere Patrum verendi 
 Ordines; plaudit resono juyentus 
 Lseta tbeatro. 
 
LATIN SAPPHIC ODE. 
 W. H. FORBES, 
 
 Scholar of Balliol Coll. 
 
 GREEK PINDARIC ODE. 
 F. D. MORICE, 
 
 Scholar of New Coll. 
 
 ENGLISH VERSES. 
 
 R. W. M. POPE, 
 Scholar of Worcester Coll. 
 
 ENGLISH VERSES. 
 
 F. E. WEATHERLY, 
 Scholar of Brasenosb Coll. 
 
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 SUPER amisso duce, quern Senatus 
 I Musa quern flevit patriae parentem, 
 Unde quaeramus similem ? quis alter 
 Fiat ab illo? 
 
 Parce lamentis, domus orba, vauis; 
 Prodit antiquani meritus coronam 
 Ductor, avolso neque deerit uno 
 Aureus alter. 
 
 Qualis Eoo rediens ab ortu 
 Sol triumphatas fugat almus umbras, 
 Tu decus nobis ades et dolorum 
 Grande levamen. 
 
 More sollemni tibi gratulamur; 
 Rite consedere Patrum verendi 
 Ordines; plaudit resono juventus 
 Laeta theatro. 
 
Inclytos ortus prius, an benignam 
 Ingeni venam memorem, an disertae 
 Copiam linguae, moderantis alti 
 Frena Senatus? 
 
 Laus tibi major, quod inane temnis 
 Otium, vitaeque laboriosae 
 Splendidum moliris iter, bonorum 
 Strenuus auctor, 
 
 Curiae princeps, procerumque lumen, 
 Doctus effrenos nimium morari 
 Impetus plebis, sapienter idem 
 Cedere doctus. 
 
 Tu neque incertam populi furentis 
 Gratiam captas; nee amor petitae 
 Ceteris famae valuit superbam 
 Flectere mentem. 
 
 Hanc domum tutare, tuisque nostrum 
 Munus accedat titulis, et almam 
 Inter ingentes super orbe curas 
 Respice Matrem. 
 
 Ilia, quae docta redimita lauru 
 Floret, examenque recens quotannis 
 Mittit, aucturum patriam, gravique 
 Utile saeclo, 
 
Ilia te, si quid inanet obsoleti 
 Tollere, et leges veterum tuentem 
 Jussit antiquos melioris Eevi 
 Eeddere mores. 
 
 Firmat inceptuni bona niunus ales, 
 Xuper exstructas quia primus aedes 
 Tu dicas auspex, monumenta saneti 
 Magna poetae. 
 
 Prosperum condas opus, hac ab hora 
 Usque felices numerentur anni, 
 Fortis exsurgat patrias Deoque ac- 
 -cepta juventus. 
 
 Qua3que res omnes minuit Yetustas 
 Mobili casu, det in omne tempus 
 Prosperum nobis iter et secundis 
 Currere ventis. 
 
 Exitus ut spem celeres coronent 
 Sume delatos, bone dux, honores 
 Laude felici: meritamque dignus 
 Accipe palmam. 
 
 W. H. Forbes, 
 
 Scholar of Balliol. 
 
«Umh }P>mbaric CDbe. 
 
 " ASPICE VEXTVRO LiETANTlIt IT OMNIA." 
 
 Virg. Eel. iv. 52. 
 
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 £^/£g|OLEMN and slow a dull and muffled pealing: 
 feSjWio Bolls out its sadness on the autumn day r 
 Falling on hearts with sorrowful revealing, — 
 Knelling the spirit that has passed away. 
 
 God in His mystery of love prevailing, 
 Earth and her chosen at His voice must part : — 
 
 Down the dim aisles with wildness of bewailing 
 Floats the majestic requiem of Mozart. 
 
 Lay the great Earl to rest with lamentation — 
 Weep, widowed Oxford, for thy noblest weep ! — 
 
 Ours is the loss — the wailing of a nation; 
 His is the finding of his rest in sleep ; — 
 
Best in the fulness of that wondrous slumber 
 After life's evening, when the sun is low, — 
 
 Eest with the multitude no man can number — 
 Peace in the knowledge which no man may know. 
 
 Queen of the Isis, wail for thy defender ! 
 
 His the true life that never spot hath stained ; 
 His the strong love that resolute and tender 
 
 Shielded and warned thee, counselled and restrained. 
 
 Him, not another, didst thou choose to guide thee, 
 Moutning the death of England's warrior son ; — 
 
 Firm in his faith he ever stood beside thee, 
 Guarding thine honour till his day was done. 
 
 Never of old a nobler or a juster 
 
 Hath to his house a fairer glory lent ; 
 
 Never a name may shine with purer lustre 
 Writ in the archives of his high descent. 
 
 Proud in simplicity of right and fearless, 
 
 Frank in the fiery flashings of debate, 
 True, and in truth preeminent and peerless, 
 
 Trusted he counselled and controlled the state 
 
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 His was the task to tell the grand old story, — 
 Loving the battle of the brave and strong, 
 
 Rapt in the brightness of Hellenic glory, 
 Weaving the magic subtlety of song. 
 
 Lay him to rest with requiem and weeping, 
 Poet and statesman bowed beneath his years: 
 
 Sad is the vigil by thine Isis keeping, 
 Fast is the falling of a nation's tears. 
 
 Yet in thy sadness thou art not forsaken ; 
 
 Joyaunce and sorrow are for thee entwined f — 
 Aye, though thy fairest from thy side be taken, 
 
 Deep in the chambers of thine heart enshrined, — 
 
 Surely a stay and comforter is near thee, 
 
 Loyally loving, chivalrously true, 
 Waiting thy summons to arise and cheer thee — 
 
 Aid in the mission given thee to do. 
 
 Deck thee with gladness and go forth to meet him-; 
 
 Welcome befitting on thy lord bestow ; 
 Jubilant clashings from thy cloisters greet him! 
 
 Render such homage as a queen may shew! 
 
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 Cecil, thine Oxford knows thou wilt not falter,— 
 Thine not a soul to faint in high emprise ; — 
 
 Thine is a heart that nothing base may alter, 
 Constant in purpose, and in council wise. 
 
 Fair be the issue of thy great endeavour — 
 Guerdon of glory wait thee in the strife — 
 
 Graving a name that may abide for ever, 
 Strong in the knowledge of a noble life. 
 
 Take then thy trust, — be dauntless in endurance - 
 Guide through the peril of the days to be ! — 
 
 Oxford in hope and with a full assurance 
 Chooses her champion and her chief in thee. 
 
 K. W. M. Pope, 
 
 Scholar of Worcester College. 
 
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 ISIS the white day, whereon we call 
 And lead him to his honoured seat, 
 — The day whereon, within this place 
 
 Of learning, we with welcomes greet, 
 And hold him Ours a little space, 
 — Him, the chief- captain of us all ! 
 And thou our Captain com'st, with gracious ear 
 Inclining to that voice, that bade thee deign to hear: 
 
 " leave the warring of debate, 
 The murmurous wranglings of the state ; 
 And pass, and seek gray walls of ancient love, 
 Where thou, in times of yore, 
 Beneath the shadows hoar, 
 Lapped in the cloistered calm of Academe, 
 And mazy net- work of the scholar's dream, 
 "Wert wont to move ! 
 
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 "Leave thy broad lands to smile to their own sky, 
 
 Thy giant trees 
 To wave their arms, green-glancing, loyally, 
 
 About thy leas! 
 
 " Leave thy green parks, and lordly halls, 
 Whose leafy aisles, and bannered walls, 
 In days that are, and days that were, 
 
 Sang ' Hail ' to dames of royal birth ; 
 By Isis-wave are scenes as fair, 
 
 Are well- stored homes of Wisdom's worth; 
 
 By Isis-wave are skies as bright, 
 
 To woo thee from thy city-care; 
 
 And Isis, with her domes and towers, 
 
 Isled in old gardens sweet of flowers, 
 
 And men of name and fame invite 
 
 Thine honoured presence 'mid them there!" 
 
 So thou art come among us : come, 
 To fill the sad void left by death, 
 That well might strike the singer dumb, 
 And loving lips make fail of breath! 
 Yet vain were words! words have no power 
 To add one stone unto the tower 
 
 Of honour that himself did build : 
 'Twere vain to crown his crowned fame, 
 He left a name 
 
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 Whereof the gold 'twere vain to gild! 
 — His name, who, armed with Wisdom's shield, 
 
 His way among the foremost won, 
 Hearing, aye ringing o'er the field, 
 
 The cry that rang in days agone, 
 "On! Stanley, on!" 
 
 Sit thou within his vacant chair ; 
 Yet drive not Memory hence, who sitteth there ; 
 But take her hand, that we, 
 Who mourn his loss, may see 
 Thou feelest graciously 
 Unto the noble dead, whose mantle falls on thee ! 
 
 Nor dost begrudge the tears we shed 
 For him — the Statesman, Scholar, Friend, and Head, 
 In whose bestead 
 Thou art hailed here to-day, — 
 Here, where, amid these reverend piles, 
 Sweet ladies hold sweet reign awhiles, 
 With silvery voice, and golden smiles, — 
 Hailed, 'mid these garlands gay, 
 Gleaming through old and gray 
 
 Garden-girt halls, — 
 Hailed with loud welcome calls, 
 ' Captain of Learning's mighty host,' 
 1 Our honoured guest,' — but loved most, 
 
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 In that thou art a son, brought home 
 To her, who nursed thee in the days 
 Now shrouded 'neath Time's thickening haze, 
 A nurseling, after long long years brought home 
 To her, who made thee what thou art, 
 — Statesman and Scholar, such as he, 
 
 Shaping thy heart 
 On mould of true nobility ! 
 
 Thou wilt not blame our fond regret, 
 Thou, in his room among us set, 
 Thou wilt not wish us to forget, 
 Thou wilt not chide what eyes are wet 
 For him, whom we are orphaned of; 
 But deem, that, as we held him dear, 
 So thee, the chosen one to wear 
 The crown he wore among us here, 
 Now crown we with like honour and like love ! 
 Well-knowing, as thou hold'st his place, 
 
 That thou wilt give us aye to see 
 Eenected, wisdom, truth, and grace, 
 — The image of his form in thee, 
 — In thee the twin-type of the noble dead, 
 Statesman, and Scholar, Friend, and honoured Head ! 
 
 F. E. Weatherly, 
 Scholar of Brasenose Coll.