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the victim is ready to be offered. What a self-sacrificing, chivalrous spirit of devotion to a worthy cause! All for Love, says our loving friend, Leander swam the Hellespont; of a troublous night, too,

“When the briny waters roared,

And the stormy winds did blow.” And here is the man—'pon our honor he has this moment left the sanctum-who is just experiencing the virgin influences of a “new-born love;" that “special and distinguishing affection of man towards woman and woman towards man, which tends to the conjugal union.” We have taken pains to write out his love-theory as we heard it,-flowing in ecstatic sentences—from his own lips; and here it is, only modified considerably in language to suit our tamer style. It seems that our enthusiastic lover, from the very tender period when he first began to reflect on this attractive and dangerous topic, has had, ever present in his imagination, a most beautiful ideal, representing the rarest graces, before which he, worshipful knight, was accustomed to bow lovingly and reverently morning and evening, praying, meanwhile, that at an early day it might become embodied in actual flesh and blood. That day at length has come. He is no longer, like Spalding's genuine poet, idealizing the actual, but has actualized the Ideal. The much desired realityhere we quote verbatim-has been found, in the person of a witty, wealthy, accomplished, loving, lovable, graceful, sensible, dark-haired, sweet-voiced, womanly specimen of the genus virgo-the incarnation of all the attributes of that ideal archetype which has so long haunted his daily reveries and nightly dreams. To her the accumulated, abstract affection of a half-score of years has been most naturally and readily transferred, and—blissful thought-has been reciprocated.

As to the course of this true love, it runs, if not smoothly, at least very violently, indicating an immediate and blessed consummation. We can speak from observation and say, that with him love seems to be working its perfect work; certainly it prevents all effort, save in its own service, for, like the brave Geraint of old, overpowered by his great love for Enid, the fair and good, the smitten Senior has become forgetful of all manlier pursuits:

Forgetful of his duties to the Profs.,
Forgetful of his Spalding and Guizot,
Forgetful ofhis Classmates and his friends,

Forgetful of his glory and his name.Whether this forgetfulness is “hateful” to the beloved Fair, we cannot decide ; we suspect, however, that, haply, the Enids of these degenerate days are not all unwilling to be worshiped by those whose force

Is melted into mere effeminacy.” We may remark, now, before leaving this interesting subject, that we would not be thought to have attempted a fairy sketch-something we never do. We have only divulged the sober truth.

It is, besides, to be noticed, that our friend is not alone in the enjoyment of his new-found bliss. He is only the notable representative of numerous romantic members of the Class of '63, who, by assiduous attention to their lady-loves, and by their extravagant rhapsodies, attest the significance of the Poet's dictum

“To be wise, and love
Exceeds man's might.”

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Of Politics—not College Politics, for that is a forbidden theme, or if not tabooed, it is, in its intricacy, beyond our comprehension. Who shall lucidly unfold the ramified coalitions and counter-coalitions, the doings behind the scenes, the occult schemings and wire-pullings of our secret societies as they are at present conducted ?

We have no thread by which we might trace our way out of this labyrinth. So we will not enter it.

We were thinking of Connecticut, or rather of New Haven Politics. We would like to proclaim the virtues of the city fathers of New Haven. To the most select Board of Selectmen, for the Town of New Haven, in behalf of those students whose home is neither here nor elsewhere, we would send compliments and greeting, imploring them to explain their new and admirable system of law and logic. Homines electi ! Judices illustriores ! Apply, we beseech you, your preëminent wisdom to the solution of the following problems: How does it happen that the unoffending young man, twenty-one years of age and more, who has never in all his life been in Baltimore, but who has been in New Haven constantly during the last two years, is nevertheless a resident, not of New Haven but of Baltimore? How does it happen that a young man, twenty-one years of age and more, whose parents and ancestors, from time immemorial, have resided in the Sandwich Islands, but who himself has sojourned in New Haven for the last four years, has acquired a residence in New Haven, while, on the other hand, another young man, of equal age and respectability, and of undoubted loyalty, whose parents and ancestors, from time immemorial, have resided in Canada, but who has himself sojourned in New Haven for the last four years, has acquired a residence, not in New Haven but in Canada ?

How does it happen that a young man, twenty-one years of age and more, whose parents are dead, and whose business and place of abode have been formerly in Massachusetts, but for the past three years in New Haven, is a resident, not of New Haven but of Massachusetts? How does it happen that the Son of Erin, a resident of New Haven, whose entire literary attainments embrace the memorizing and reciting, by the aid of a self-appointed prompter, the first ten words of the Constitution, is not refused the privilege of voting, on the ground that he is a Son of Erin, while the student, likewise a resident of New Haven, is refused that privilege, on the ground that he is a student ? These and similar problems we pray you to solve. We also pray that you will, as soon as possible, furnish comfortable lodgings for some fifty or more homeless students, whose mundane existence is ignored, and who are compelled

“To beg the world's pardon for having been born.” Here we leave the subject of Politics for one more congenial.

What are the Freshmen doing? We are told that many of them are in process of " training ” hoping to acquire a distinguished reputation as “rowing They covet muscle. Their diet consists lawfully of raw beef, raw eggs, stale bread and one glass of ale per diem, and no intoxicating liquors. Many-tongued rumor declares that the last part of this rule might well be adopted by other than the “rowing" men of the Class. Are Freshmen, at present, fast? We decline to answer the query.

We have heard of Savin Rock excursions, billiards, scenes in the lock-up, exam

men.

inations by the Faculty, rustications, &c., but of course we do not give full credence to injurious reports.

The Sophomores we pass by most respectfully, hat in hand.

Of the Juniors there is but little to record. They may, it is said, be congratulated on having received-perhaps not very recently—a Tutorial lecture on the subject of "skinning,” (defined to be the obtaining, surreptitiously, from textbooks, during recitation, needed and valuable information.)

This is an art, says the lecturer, in which there are various styles of practitioners. The tyro always opens his book at the wrong time and is invariably detected. The skillful practitioner is always alert and active, though apparently stupid; he watches out for opportunities, preserves a sober, grave demeanor, and gazes at the open page with a dreamy expression, as if looking into vacancy. He is never nervous or hurried in his movements. When called on to recite, he rises with much self-poised deliberation, thus gaining time to close and lay aside his book. One man is often troubled with the head-ache in the Recitation room. When the pain comes on, he is wont to lean forward, rest his throbbing temples upon his hands, and gaze fixedly upon the floor. Another, who is “long sighted," having made himself so by daily practice in his room, sits bolt upright and displays great dexterity in turning leaves cum pedum digitibus. Then there is the bold practitioner. He is always busy examining the title-page and blank leaves of his book, only glancing occasionally at chapters remote of course from the lesson of the day. The devices and subterfuges invented and practiced by skilled performers in this most difficult art are indeed various as wonderful. Many more than we have referred to were exposed by the merciless Tutor, but they must be omitted, for we remember now we promised to be brief.

Seniores, our College life is nearly closed. The “ time of the singing of birds" is at hand, when these fine old College elms shall put on for us, for the last time, their beautiful Spring-mantle. Let us trust that our hopes for the future, whose brightness and freshness are symbolized in these tokens of returning Spring, do not deceive us. Still, we may not forget that our own future, like that of our Country, may be involved in clouds and conflict. But come for us what may, what shall deprive us of cherished memories of College days and College friends ? These shall we carry with us to lighten the heaviest labor and form the silver lining of the darkest cloud.

And now, ye Editors, Poet, Deacon, Bon Vivant et Generosus Vir, gather round the sanctum table to utter the parting word. Fill for the last time that venerable pipe, made sacred by having ministered to the comfort of many gratefully remembered literati, pledge anew and finally the lasting prosperity of the Literary Mag., welcome to Editorial joys (and trials) the in-coming Board, and then sadly, though with the pleasing consciousness of labors closed and duty done, lay aside the symbols of your craft.

Thus, Reader, our task is ended. The pen is thrown aside, the Devil dismissed, our best bow is made, and so, farewell! "Vale, iterumque vale !"

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