Editor's Table.

Another month has passed away, and again we greet you, Reader, in our social chat. Only once before have we, personally, raised our voice, and even in this second attempt, we have the sad feeling, that it must be a word of parting and farewell. Other, and we hope sweeter voices, will soon take up the song which has given us such great delight.

The laborer goes out in the cool, fresh morning, full of energy and activity, toils diligently during the passing hours of the day, and reaches home at night-fall, wearied with his labor. After the refreshing cup has exerted its influence, and the household duties performed, he gathers around himself, before the cheerful grate, his favorite friends, and enjoys the evening in pleasant conversation. No palace hall gives half the comfort which is derived from the simple sitting-room of the Farmer or the Mechanic. The responsibility of the day's labor has gone, and no brooding anxiety clouds the mind. Such is the picture which painters and poets have always loved, for its simple sociality.

So we, after the hard work over the sober, solitary matter of the literary efforts, come, with feelings of peculiar pleasure, to the end which has been so constantly before our mind. It is the choice bit at the feast. We can only hope, that you will be as well pleased to listen as we to talk.

We are now intending to introduce the subject of the weather. In other localities, not only in this, but in all climes, the weather is subject to variations of such regularity, that it is impossible to discover new eccentricities, and ridiculous to mention the subject at all. But, inasmuch as in this city it is subject to no laws whatever, and is continually unfolding natural phenomena of the most remarkable peculiarities, common courtesy admits, with cheerfulness, the propriety of its introduction into all discussions and conversations. This Winter has been what the farmers call "open"-we should say it was most decidedly open to objections of the severest nature. For instance, there has been no skating, which offers an abundant reason for the great amount of illness in the Senior Class. Until within a few weeks, there has been no sleighing of any importance. Now, to persons of sedentary habits, no exercise is so beneficial, as riding in an "Albany," or "Portland," towards either Westville or West Haven. It adds such spirit and vigor to body and mind, that it is like a renewal of life. The very air, rich with frosty crystals, braces the mind for hard work, and intoxicates the soul.

Our old friend, Eli, is receiving a reward for his patience, during the "Carnival," and the lovers of good steaks and delicious fries, are gratifying their desires at his bounteous tables.

As we write, the sky is clouding, and the prospect for a continuance of snow is unusually flattering.

We notice with pleasure the general excellence of the theatrical performances during the Winter. Those who have recently entered the "classic, &c.," cannot readily appreciate the advantages of the new Music Hall. They should have attended the "Theatre," or the "Exchange," through a dramatic season, in order to value sufficiently the present opportunities. Instead of inferior troupes with misVOL. XXVIII.

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erable conveniences, we have quite extensive scenic arrangements, patronized by the first tragedians and comedians of the country.

It has come to the ears of the "Board," that the sober citizens of this city consider the morality of our Institution in an unfortunate and dilapidated condition. It is even rumored that watchful Church organizations of the community are exercising themselves in our behalf, to a most laudable extent. The method which has been adopted-per rumor-for creating reformatory steps, is one worthy of respect and reverence. The outward show is a representation which every honest man must admire. But it is with difficulty that we can restrain from our usual burst of laughter, which seizes us on such occasions, when we look the matter in the face, and take the uncommon, or sensible view of the facts. There are many honest, sincere people to whom we extend our thanks and cooperation. But some men are disguised so perfectly that they fail to recognize themselves. People become so impregnated with a sense of holiness, when they get on their Sunday suit, that they forget their weak-day peculiarities. The good tradesman of New Haven, while he mourns over the sinfulness of Collegians, fails to remember the little plans, formed with his partner on the previous evening, for sticking "those students" during the coming week.-People labor one day to overthrow the work of six-with personal interest on the side of the majority of days, it is not difficult to prophesy the victorious party. Fashion rules and honesty submits. It is undoubtedly all right for the men constantly calling American, French; cotton, wool; and imperfection, magnificently perfect, to earnestly accuse of immorality the very victims of their own falsehoods! We can't pursue the subject farther-for the idea of Uriah Heep has been suggested to our minds—we cannot perceive the connection, or why it should occur to us-we turn to Hamilton's law of Association for information.

Is dissipation on the increase at Yale?-We candidly answer, No! It may be more open in its manifestations, but its roots do not enter so deeply into our life here, and it is not possessed of great strength.

Ask the keepers of Saloons and Bars-they will give give a reply, not uncommon with them at present, that they wish the glorious days of the past were back again, when the "boys" had plenty of money, and spent it lavishly. They will tell you, with wry faces, that the College is degenerating. This does not indicate a laxity of morals greater than formerly among the children of Alma Mater. Let the sentiment of the students themselves regulate the morals of the Institution. The more checks put upon them, the more will intemperance be increased, and open, manly sociality, destroyed.

We love Yale for these feelings of honor, liberality, and sociality, pervading all departments of the University; for the sympathizing, sensible men, who guard her interests, and we believe she never had, among the students, a truer, more devoted, or temperate body. Another proof that our idea and belief is correct, arises from the wonderful and encouraging religious feeling which is now springing up among us. All the Classes are joining in the good work, and taking personal measures to effect a thorough revival of interest in the religious affairs of College.

We hail with joy this glorious fact, and most sincerely hope it will be fruitful. Those are the most effective reforms, among a body of men, which have their origin in the feelings of the body itself.

The accompanying epistle was left on the Sanctum Table some time last week. The paper upon which it is written is superfine Bath Post, which looks very much as if it had come out of the Sanctum Drawer,—and, indeed, one of the Board is mean enough to question whether it didn't. However, as we are the organ of free speech here in College, we propose to overlook this, as well as the fact that the communication is anonymous, and treat our readers to its contents, verbatim.

The Complaint of the Gollege Sweep.

MISTER EDDITURS:—

i can't stan it no longer i must let out colledge sweaps is an abuzed set ime glad i resined wen i did an went inter the penny poast i sen u sum scraps uv mine witch a fren uv mine he rote tuther day ive tutched em up a litle but u no that dont matter heze goan tu coppy it an giv it tu u.

We really have to correct some of our friend's orthography, in his piece, but we leave enough to show our readers what a job we have had of it.

I can't see why a sweep's to blame

For all the trouble students make,

An' yet they git it all the same,

No matter what the pains they take.

Now here's young Smith, whose room I fix,
He never thinks I du it right,

But allus gits as cross as sticks
Whenever I heave roun' in sight.

When I go in I never knock,

(I've as much right in there as he,) An' yet it gives his nerves a shock To hev it done by such as me.

He's gut to take his ashes aout,

Thet's somethin' I'm not goin' to du,
I'm boun' by College rules, no daoubt,,
But he'll find work to put it thru.'

I allers shet his bedroom door,

That he shan't see me make the bed.
Twicet in the term I sweep his floor,
An' raise a dust about his head.

I've gut a reg'lar decent style

O' dustin' things about the room,

Five slaps is all that's wuth my while,
I can't afford to use my broom.

Brooms you must know cost money, but
I make mine last a thunderin' time,
In spite of all the work an' soot,
Like me it's only in its prime.

I don't forget him ever, more

Than twicet a week at furthest guess, An' then I come an' sweep his floor, Whenever he's jest goin' to dress.

Of course he swars an' cusses roun'
An' sens me off a kitein' straight.
I leave him sudden, I'll be boun',
Them isn't times to fool an' wait.

An' then he says that them segars
He used to leave aroun' so loose,

Has gone an' went in spite o' bars,

An' when I cheer him says, "The deuce!"

I've gut a notion that it's right

Tu hear as much as I can hear,
So when they think I'm out o' sight
I'm allus listenin' somewheres near.

But thet's all in the line o' trade,
I listen 'cause it pays me tu;
You don't think when I'm allus paid
I'm 'feared to tell what students du!

If this man sets up late o' nights

An' then sleeps over, 'sick' nex' day,

I go and red his room tu rights,
An' tell some one how matters lay.

If that 'un has a little 'bum'

An' leaves his lickers sittin' aout

When he's away I try his rum,

An' tell on what he's been abaout.

I can't do better'n I can,

I an't so bad as some I know,

We extend our sympathy to South College for its recent affliction, and express the hope, that they may not be troubled again. We little expected in our midst a second storming of Ticonderoga, conducted with such zeal as the first. We understand our garrison did not march out in arms, but that the besiegers left in high spirits. No Æneas was found who would go forth to the modern Carthage, and establish new cities with the heterogeneous population.

We feel it our duty to take a passing notice of the great rage which exists, in this city, for Billiard playing. Almost every one is becoming an expert and scientific disciple of the great Phelan. We were conversing with a gentleman not long since, who gave us quite an insight into the unseen amusements of the College, as they existed years ago, when our Southern Brethren were the style boys of the Institution. It seems that he used to keep a Billiard Saloon on the corner of College and Elm Streets, where friend Hoadley formerly had his shop. At that time (and it was but a few years ago) he was obliged to have closed doors, and only the initiated could obtain an entrance. The Faculty, and public sentiment, were emphatically down on the present popular game. A strict secresy was compelled, where now all is open. We shall say nothing of the game, either as to its immorality or harmlessness, and therefore can shock no Reader's feelings. We only speak of the dulcet tendency which it exerts in drawing stray shin-plasters, &c., from the pock

* Name Editorially omitted.