Now, my best lord,—in honour's name, I ask you, For manhood's sake, and for your own dear safety,— Touch not these poisoned gifts, Infected by the sender; touch them not; Myriads of bluest plagues lie underneath them, And more than aconite has dipt the silk.

With a brilliant series of passes the 'Varsity quarters and halves work the ball through the McGill twenty-five line, and by following hard a high punt, force the enemy to a safety touch.

Now, my best lord,—in honour's name, I ask you,   For manhood's sake, and for your own dear safety,—   Touch not these poisoned gifts,   Infected by the sender; touch them not;   Myriads of bluest plagues lie underneath them,   And more than aconite has dipt the silk.