NAVY INTELLIGENCE.

Messrs. Smith of Brown, Conyngham of Trinity, Ellison of Harvard, and Page of Yale, met as delegates from the several College Navies, at Providence, R. I, Feb. 23d, 1859, to complete arrangements for a College Union Regatta. The regatta is to take place this year, July 22d, at 41⁄2 o'clock, either at Springfield or Worcester, Mass. The time and place of subsequent regattas to be determined at each regatta, by delegates from the several Colleges. The following rules were adopted:

The race shall be between undergraduate members of the Academical department, including the graduating class.

Each College shall enter as many boats as it wishes.

The course to be three statute miles.

Positions to be determined by lot.

An allowance of eleven seconds per oar to be made to smaller boats.

Any boat fouling another, or otherwise interfering with her course, to be disqualified to take the prize.

Each College to appoint an umpire, and the several umpires to choose a referee. The prize to the winning boat to be a set of colors, the cost of which not to exceed twenty-five dollars, which amount is to be taken from the funds paid as entrance fees.

It was further Resolved, That J. H. Ellison, of Harvard University, be Secretary of the Union organization, and that he is hereby instructed to cordially invite other Colleges to unite with us.

Resolved, That the thanks of the Colleges be hereby tendered to the citizens of Springfield for their kind exertions in forwarding the proposed regatta of 1858. J. H. ELLISON, Secretary.

We are requested to express, on behalf of the Yale Navy, its grateful acknowledgments to Commodore Page's hosts at Providence, for the kindness and hospitality extended to him on the above occasion.

Editor's Table.

There are mighty few remnants of Eden life left to the walking arguments in favor of "total depravity," who dwell in these classic precincts. Mighty few comforts "to divide our sorrows and double our joys." There is a merciless old tyrant hung up out yonder in the Lyceum, who doesn't propose to make very many compromises with our convenience, and never thinks how much discomfort and profanity he is responsible for. The way he anatomizes our time and dislocates our chronological joints, would be a caution to Jonathan Knight, M. D., Professor of the Principles and Practice of Surgery in Yale College. Among his subjects chronic disorders are extremely prevalent, and half of College is constantly lying at the point of sickness. Under his administration, ingenuity and "lies of necessity" flourish vigorously. "Heroic lies" also

flourish with a vigor which can only be appreciated by one who stands on that narrow neck of land" which lies between forty-seven marks and a locality, which a regard for the feelings of a valued member of the Board forbids us to describe.

Then, too, the state of public feeling doesn't make very much difference with him. A fellow may have a one-foot-in-the-grave sort of feeling, may feel, in short, like begging the pardon of all flesh for being in the world, without in the least modifying the decrees of this disturber of the public peace. He violates the sanctity of our domicil with impunity, and extracts us from our beds, causing as much pain as a dentist would in extracting a brace of molars.

These, and many other outrages, are habitually committed on the public peace and public liberties by him. Several attempts have been made to dislodge him, but he has successfully resisted all attacks, although he has but a single Bow(e) and one string for it. (Chum, with malice prepense and aforethought, perpetrated this load, and must be held responsible for it by aggrieved parties.) Among the few comforts which the offending Adam and lady have left to us, and which ought to be adopted into the family of our enjoyments, we locate a good cigar and nothing to do. We have great respect for a habitual, furious smoker; a most profound admiration for a human chimney. We like to see a fumiferous countenance enter our sanctum. There is a joy and a calm sociality in it which the cigarless unfortunate never brings with him. We feel that he, who has a cigar in his mouth, has such a soul in his body as one likes to meet with, when he feels like saying to the world,

"Thou art not my friend and I'm not thine."

A good Havana is a certain remedy for the cerulean malady, a certain antidote for all "the ills that flesh is heir to." My friend, let me advise you to lay in a supply of this comforter. It will afford a keen relish to the leisure of peace; a grateful oblivion to those inconveniences and perplexities which hang around your "local habitation." It will afford profitable seasons of quiet enjoyment and reflection, wherein the the head can learn lessons from the heart. There is no treachery in its friendship, and no betrayal of confidence in its intercourse. Be sure and get a cigar; never defile your mouth with a pipe. The only thing, that we have got against Longfellow is that he smokes a meerschaum pipe and wrote Miles Standish. But get good Havanas, and

"When the smoke ascends on high,

Behold thou then the vanity

Of worldly stuff

Gone with a puff:

Thus think, and smoke tobacco."

We have reached the acme of the Freshman's ambition-Senior Year. The pleasure which we anticipated in reaching this El Dorado of College Life is tinged with several shades of sadness and melancholy. The past does not seem like a dream, for it has been endowed with too much stern reality and toil. Our recollections of Freshman year, with its "midnight oil," its feelings of loneliness and verdancy, all come up with a sad vividness and reality. We recollect the first excuse that we ever wrote. After using up ten or twelve excuse-papers,

without having it suit the punctilious demands of our Freshman conscience, we made a draft of it on other paper and copied it. In short, we "laid ourselves" on that first excuse. Even after this we had serious apprehensions of expulsion from College because we were absent from prayers one night, before we had any monitors. We started from Long Wharf one afternoon at 3 o'clock, and ran all the way up, so as to be sure and be in time for evening prayers, getting up here something like an hour and a half before it was time for the bell to ring. When we saw Seniors, Juniors and Sophomores walking leisurely in to prayers after the first "turn over" of the second bell, we thought what daring fellows they are, and how many fellows would suffer "abscission" from College if that bell should only stop unexpectedly short! As for "sleeping over," that was entirely out of the question; such a hazardous undertaking we never dared think of for a moment. We should have as soon thought of walking from here to England. When we got through Freshman year, we surely thought we had “ greatness thrust upon us." How vivid our recollections are of the impression which "the class was going to make on its entrance into "Sophomorescence," with stovepipes, "standing collars," and ministerial cravats ! and how the grandeur was taken out of this impressive ceremony by Prof. —, who kept us all out of prayers! how we "blowed" and vowed vengeance unless he made public apology for his temerity! We recollect, too, with what conscious pride we bore the badge of Sigma Theta, now defunct, and in our conceit thought

"None knew her but to love her, none named her but to praise."

A ventilated, slouched tile, discouraged unmentionables, and a coat which would be a good illustration of "The Theory of Rents," were the highest objects of our Sophomoric ambition. Then, too, it was in Sophomore year that we courted and married our present Teutonic consort, the present companion of all "our joys and all our sorrows." It is, however, to Junior year, that we look back with a kind of sacred sadness. To think of the times and occasions which discovered to us friends for a life-time, to think of these occasions as gone and never to be renewed, gives a kind of fascinating melancholy to all of our reflections on those scenes and associations. They furnish themes for the most pleasant reflection and conversation; they have given us friendships and sacred influences, which we shall carry away from College as some of our best and most valued treasures. Friendships which have outlived the temptations of prosperity, and have stood the test of time, of changes, and of circumstances. They are all that bind us to College; all that will make our recollections of it pleasant and sacred hereafter. All have had or will have such experiences, who reach the last year of College, and have a decent chance of getting an ovine tegument, vulgarly called sheepskin.

There is one nuisance which we deem it the duty of the Lit. to speak of, in unmeasured condemnation. We mean the professional beggars, who pester all the inmates of College. You recognize their advent by a long, begging, moneyless, kind of rap, not an independent thump which a man with money in his pocket, gives your door. The only way that you can get rid of them half the time is, to give them a dime as quit money. There was one came into the sanctum a few days ago, soliciting money to go to Boston, (they are all bound for

B.); we replied to his importunity, after the Apostolic fashion, "silver and gold have I none, but such as I have that give I unto you;" suffice it to say, we gave him one of those things which "it is more blessed to give than to receive.” Another one full six feet high, and of a Dickermanic rotundity of person, wanted us to give him a pair of our pants. They would have fitted him just about as well as they would the towers on Alumni Hall. More than two-thirds of these pensioners on public bounty are full of impudence and mean whiskey, and ought not to be encouraged by any benefactions whatever. Most of them are ablebodied, healthy men, and are abundantly able to earn their living, and relieve us of the annoyance which they inflict upon us. They are moreover unworthy objects for the "principle of benevolence," to be cultivated on.

The first levée of the season to the Senior Class, was given by the President last month. The best comment and commendation which we can give it, are to be found in the pleasure with which it is remembered by all who had an opportunity of enjoying the hospitalities of the occasion. We got a view of the Presidential and Professorial character, which the strict proprieties and necessary formalities of the recitation room never afford. The Senior Class arrayed in the most gorgeous apparel, never did or never will appear to better advantage, or never acquitted themselves with more credit. It was a godsend to those who starve themselves (erroneously said to board themselves.)

This reminds us that our College life is fast drawing to a close, our successors have already been elected, and the destinies of the "Lit" are soon to be committed to their guardianship. We hope that they will derive as much pleasure and profit, as we have from it, in the humble part which we have taken in its conduct. There will be found a good deal of labor, a good deal of vexation, and a great demand for the 'Resist-the-devil-spirit' in a connexion with the illustrious pentarchy, and one will find great need of financial talent, and a large demand for brass. The occasions to use the argumentum ad crumenam will be frequent and pressing. But these vexations of spirit are nearly over with us. We will soon be beyond the reach of the frequent inquiry "when will the Lit. be out." Soon be beyond the jurisdiction of Faculty enactments, and out of hearing of the College Bell.

"Only a few weeks more!

And the clanging College Bell

Will call us no more, at an early hour

With its harsh unwelcome knell.

Only a few weeks more!

And with a sheepskin duly signed

With a tearful eye and a last " good bye"

We'll leave "old Yale" behind."

Many have already begun to look around for a "settlement" in life. Not a few have been horoscoping among the stars of the social firmament, a la Kepler. There is quite a number of astrologists who have been taking observations, and have already determined the time of transit of certain " stars from single blessedness to the unknown uncertainties of "the entangling alliance.', To such, an indulgence in visions of willow wagons, and other domestic equipage, is both profitable and pardonable:

Certain it is that he never refreshed our mind. It would have afforded our outraged musical taste no small degree of satisfaction to have refreshed his mind with a few ideas which we had. We resorted to all sorts of expedients to show him that Providence never intended him for a fiddler. We wrote on our card and put it on his door, (but it did not have any sensible effect,)

"With all thy faults I love thee still."

Isermons in stones.'

Never until Junior Year did we believe that there were We had always believed this a poetical extravagance, until we preached his windows a few of them. The moral effect was most salutary. Suffice it to say, he got some very choice specimens for his geological cabinet, and never fiddled any more. There is a good fellow, not a thousand miles from our entry, who has been blowing his flute this year, and we had a half a notion to "blow" him for the rest of the year; but have concluded that he is too good a fellow and too good a musician to need anything of the kind.

We have a tolerably sized flea to put into the aural appendages of another set of musicians who make unseemly noises at unseemly hours. We beseech our friends in Skull and Bones, to have some changes made in the sleeping and singing committees. If such changes cannot be conveniently or constitutionally made, and if the good singers among them will not stay as late as the mysteries of the Society require, why then let's have the singing earlier, or come over and sing and then go back if necessary. We have not the slightest objection to being waked by singing, provided we are paid for the inconveniences to which it subjects us. Our usual charges are two dollars a time. To Scroll and Key we are requested to say that one verse of their song is fully sufficient for all musical purposes, and all sensitive ears. If any are disposed to be offended at the above remarks, we will simply say that the sanguinary Editor has laid in his Spring supply of bloody paraphernalia, and will give the fullest satisfaction to all