scribed" looks more solemn, but when the melancholy "No" is heard, the Spoon man looks most solemn. Happy is the man who never "subscribes," and sorrowful, mournful, is the being who attempts to collect "subscriptions."

By the way, in speaking of the Wooden Spoon we are reminded of the peroration of an address titled "Student life in Yale," delivered at the last Spoon exhibition; having procured it from the author, G. H. Coffey of 59, we insert it, being worthy both of the subject and occasion.

"There is no place of education in all the world which we could love as we do "old Yale. No! have we ever visited, or shall we ever hereafter visit or become connected with the time-honored and classic halls of Oxford or Cambridge; which are redolent with the muses; which would connect us with the memories of nearly all that is great and good in English Literature; which would make us fellow-students with the mighty dead; call up the majestic shades of either Pitt, or godlike Milton with his heaven-tuned lyre, or Byron, with his harp of fire or should that more liberal University of the "Beautiful City," Dublin, remind us of a Goldsmith, an Emmett, a Grattan, a Phillips, or of those "Attic nights" which Curran and Avonmore

"Spent not in toys, or lust, or wine;

But search of deep philosophy,
Wit, eloquence, and poesy;

or should Edinburgh-the Athens of to-day-offer us the splendid advantages of her University; which would remind us of a Jeffrey, a Brougham, a Scott, and make us partakers in the memories of "Noctes Ambrosiæ: or should we, in the gayest City of the world, in the Imperial Institute, sit with wonder and admiration, under the instructions of the first men of science of the age: or should we seek knowledge among the old Universities of historic Germany, situated in her palaces and beneath the shades of her ivy-clad castles, on the banks of " King Rhine, the broad and the grand," where the wine of the rhineland and the Moselle leaps with sparkling life-ay, should we inhabit any or all of these; back, back from them all; back from all these classic shades and historic groves, back from Addison's walk at Oxford, back from Milton's garden at Cambridge, to these dear, familar, loved old elms-our temple, where we have worshiped, beneath which we have walked with dearest friends, ay, perchance, where some of you have "loved " "beneath the keen full moon," would we turn with longing and delight.

Back from all these grand old Universities in palace and by castle, back from all these memories and wonders, back from all our wanderings amid the grandest scenes of history, art and literature, would our hearts come all untraveled" to thee-with your earlier and more loved golden memories and fascinations; with your loftier, purer hopes not disappointed; with your brave old elms; with your beautiful city, and yet more beautiful maidens; with your jubliees of head and heart life; with your songs, the sweet enchanting melodies, that sing forever in our hearts-beloved, blessed, old, Alma Mater Yale!"

The "elections" are approaching, already the candidates have been announced. Coalitions have been formed and as often broken. Groups collect here and there to discuss the merits of the candidates, and count the votes of the respective parties. Now the victory leans to this side, but to-morrow's Sun ushers in a new state of affairs. For, some society in the still hour of midnight met, and decided that let others do as they may, as for us, give us liberty, or give us death." Those who never bowed before now bow the more.

These elections cultivate in the candidates a truly wonderful spirit of politeness, and moreover before a candidate is elected or defeated, he has ample time and opportunity to hear all his faults and have his moral and intellectual character sufficiently dissected.

Happy is the man who avoids the waters of political strife.

During the first week of this term a tragedy, not after the manner of Shakespear, was played in the college yard and its vicinity, much to the gratification and amusement of those who never enjoyed (?) the wonders of the "legitimate." We give it in full.

Dramatis personae. A. a student. B. a student.

ACT 1ST. SCENE 1ST.

Scene laid in college yard, piles of brick seen in the distance, dejected looking beings hanging their harps on the elms. The sweet tones of the college pump and bell give to the scene a general appearance of activity.

A. (walking to and fro wondering how he is going to pay his bills,) I declare I wish all the fellows were back. I wish this term was half through. I believe I'll raise my stand this term.

B. (having just come up from the depot is looking around for the fellowssees A.) Halloo! Bill, old fellow, how are you?

A. (approaching B.) Why Halloo Sam, old boy, how do you do? I am glad to see you.

B. (drawing nearer.) Give us your hand, old fellow. When did you get back? (They wring hands.)

A. (with doleful voice.) Came back last night. Mighty lonely round here-B. (who has not yet forgotten vacation.) What kind of a vacation did you have? Any fun?

A. (countenance lights up and his voice is raised an octave.) Oh! a first-rate time. Never enjoyed myself better in my life. Plenty of girls. I declare I wish I was back, home.

B. (with a sympathetic voice.) I'm glad to heer it. Are you well?

A. (vigorously.) Y-e-s. What kind of a time did you have?

B. First-rate, coudn't have been better.

A. (quite feelingly.) Glad to hear it.

B. (with great emphasis.) Well, good-bye. Call around and see a fellow this term. Good day.

A. Yes I will. Come up to my den whenever you can. Combatants retire, and emptiness of space is seen. "Home Again," and "Willie we have missed you."

Well, all right!
Orchestra strikes up

The Yale Lit. Supper has been earned, eaten and paid for, "according to the usual custom," ""we" the board of '60 "stood treat" or, in other words, gave the retiring board of '59. an evidence of our good-feeling, in the shape of that which rejoiceth the inner man.

Bro. Eli, (we are speaking of him here in a physical, not Literary point of view,) came forth in the "fulness of time," and supplied with wonderful judgement and facility the "sine qua non," of all such occasions.

Upon the festive board were spread the products of all countries and climes Trout and Shad from Ct., Oysters, Clams and Beefsteak from Ct., Lobster,

cold and hot-and Snipe from Ct., Chicken and Lobster salad from Ct., A Turkey from Ct., and Ham and Eggs from Ct. Time will not permit us to state the names or the number of the other articles which were imported especially for The gastronomic performance commenced at 9 P. M., and the dire conflict of body with body raged with incessant fury for three hours, when, weary with the strife, the Editors went on their way rejoicing, leaving the late encounter with all their bright anticipation realized.

us.

We hear that the Class of '62 are contemplating in a serio-comic manner a Pow-Wow. Meetings are held, and the great men have delivered effective speeches. There seems to be a difference of opinion, as to what this Pow-Wow shall be.

One man proposed

"That instead of the usual exercises of Pow-Wow, we have a Jubilee, modified as the committee shall think best, after obtaining the opinion of President Woolsey, and the general sentiments of the class."

"That instead of the usual exercises of the Pow Wow we have a railway excursion"-(oh what verdancy! We have often heard of excursions by water where the cool sea breeze fans the hot brow, and overpowers the sultry heat of a summer's day, but never have we realized the pleasure of a railroad excursion in June. Just reflect! A hot day, dusty, cars full, everybody wants a window, cars start, dust begins to fly, linen soiled, clothes return to dust, no water, perspiration comes unbidden, mouths are receptacles for choking dust cinders in your eyes-awful! awful!! Before you arrive at your journey's end, you become the fac-simile of a coal heaver or city scavenger.

Better give up the Railroad excursion-" to Sachems Head, a supper, boats, prepared and extempore speeches, and a general jubilee in the woods, at such a place as the Committee may select, and afterwards a boat excursion on the Sound for such as wish it. to be directed by such officers of the Yale Navy as are members of the class. Whole expense amount to $150.00. Bowling alleys and billiard rooms at the Sachems Head free."

We have never been to Sachem's Head, but we think that a supper, boats, prepared and extempore speeches can be provided for by New Haven and its immediate vicinity. But "distance lends enchantment to the view," in the case of a clam-bake, as well as to any thing else. Boats will no doubt row better at Sachem's Head. The Commodore had better go down in the Navy Punt and prevent any collisions, for rules of the Navy must be observed, even if men are tired and want to go home.

"As for a general jubilee in the woods," why here is Tutor's Lane which affords ample room for any romantic youth to sport himself.

Just think of the "Committee selecting a place in the woods" at Sachem's Head for a general jubilee. Delightful occupation for good clothes and unimpaired optics!

What a subject for Sylvanus Cobb!

The Haunted Wood or the despairing shriek of the Vigilance Committee! The Bloody Cue or the Revengeful Pocket. The Solitary Clam-Bake or the Bowling Alley's Revenge! The Resuce of the Punt or the Clam-my Brow of The Drowning Freshman. We do not sanction "general jubilees." Better ask the advice of Pres. Woolsey, and get Presentation Day as a "holiday!!"

We have received a contribution titled a Sonnet," ," which we feel bound to criticise for the benefit of the contributor. He is not a genuine poet. He has affixed to the article a star, which we hope in all sympathy is the Star of Rising Genius!

His sonnet consists of thirty six lines, six stanzas of six verses each, whereas a Sonnet is a "short poem of fourteen lines, two stanzas of four verses each, and two of three verses each-the rhymes being adjusted by a particular rule." Our contributor should have read Noah Webster! His rhythm is "adjusted by a particular rule," reminding us of our childhood days, when instead of reading Shakespear, Milton, &c., we feasted a huge imagination upon Mother Goose's "classic lore." "Our Star contributor" is evidently a romantic youth, burning with love's insatiate fire, and willing to sacrifice all for the object of his passion. He must be an antediluvian, for, men do not thus, in our days.

Thus beginneth the Sonnet

"Tell me, tell me lady fair

What's the life that thou wouldest share?

(She ought to tell him immediately, but

Ceasar paused, so must she.)

"Is it wealth? Then I will toil

Mid the trouble, pain, and moil,"

(Marrying for money is the present fashion

A rich husband is a rare blessing!)

"Recking naught of strife and pain,

Giving all my life to gain;

Thou when withered, harsh and old,
Could I buy thy love with gold!"

(Oh horrid taste! Marry an old woman for love! A respect for old age is well developed in our poetic friend.)

The above is a specimen of the Sonnet. We have criticised it not from any desire to offend the author, for he is unknown to us, but rather, that others may take warning and send no articles which will not bear a slight scrutiny, at least. It is not our intention to publicly criticise any rejected articles, but hope that a mere rejection of an article, will stimulate its author to greater exertion. We have had rain and its necessary accompaniments, notwithstanding it was the Month of May. Oh Merriam! Thou didst prophecy rashly! Yet we will not call thee a false prophet-for often in our younger days, thou didst not deceive us. "Try again!" Here we cease our meditations for "further deponent saith not."

It becomes our painful duty to record the death of Professor Olmsted, a man whose character as a christian and instructor, was invaluable.

Professor Olmsted was born in East Hartford, Conn., on the 16th of June, 1791, and was therefore nearly 68 years old. He graduated at Yale College, in 1813. In 1836, he was elected Professor of Natural Philosophy and Astronomy, which office he filled with credit to himself, with honor to this Institution and with glory to his Heavenly Father.

About 4 o'clock on the morning of May 13th, 1859; his useful life was terminated. His funeral took place the following Saturday afternoon. The College in a body attended the funeral exercises, and yielded the last tribute of respect to their kind friend and teacher.

In this present Number of the Magazine, will be found an article upon the "Death of Prof. Olmsted," writen by Prof Fisher.

Both these magazines are creditable to the taste and talent of the young men who conduct them; but after a perfectly impartial examination of the contents of several issues, we do not hesitate to give the preference to the Virginia Monthly."-Russell's Magazine.

"The Yale Literary Magazine.-The first number we received of this famed journal disappointed us. The typographical execution, to be sure, was first rate, but the intellectual did not seem to us to be correspondingly equal, while there were so many screws loose in the moral machinery of the work, that it seemed to be most lamentably out of joint."-Oberlin Students' Monthly.

In the perusal of our exchanges, we meet, from time to time, with criticisms upon this Magazine, from among which the two above are taken. We have placed them at the head of this article, not because it is our intention to refer to them especially, but because they cannot fail to suggest to readers questions concerning the true objects, the character, and prosperity of all College Magazines, and particularly of the Yale Literary.