12. Dissertation, "The Romance and Reality of War," by HENRY THOMPSON SLOANE, New York City.

13. Music: Pot Pourri.-La Fleur.

14. Oration, "New England Character," by WILLIAM HENRY BENNETT, Hampton. 15. Oration, "Yale Manhood," by EDMUND COFFIN, Irvington, N. Y.

16. Dissertation, “The Ideal Union,” by Edward Young Hincks, Bridgeport. 17. Music: Trab Trab Galop.-Kuhner.

18. Oration, "Eras in Thought," by LOVELL HALL, East Hampton.

19. Philosophical Oration, "Causes of the Failure of the French Revolution," by FREDERIC NEWTON JUDSON, New Haven.

20. Music, Don Pasquale.-Donnizetti.

Death of Henry Bradley Sheppard.

It becomes our sad duty to record the death of HENRY B. SHEPPARD, of Penn Yan, New York, a member of the Senior Class. He died Thursday, April 6, at 8 o'clock A. M., of typhoid fever. At 2 P. M., the Senior Class held a meeting, when it was reported that funeral exercises, preparatory to sending the body home, would take place in the Chapel at 7 o'clock.

It was voted, that eight pall-bearers be appointed, and that the Class assist in escorting the remains from the house to the Chapel, and from the Chapel to the boat. A committee, consisting of Messrs. Sharp, Collin, Wright, and W. Smith, was appointed to accompany the body as far as New York City; also a Committee to draft Resolutions. They made the following report, which was adopted:

WHEREAS, Our Heavenly Father, in the mysterious ways of His providence, has chosen to Himself, from our midst, our beloved Classmate, HENRY BRADLEY SHEPPARD; therefore

Resolved-That while we do not murmur against His will, we feel deeply and sincerely this affliction, and join our grief with the mourning of those who feel the sundering of nearer ties.

Resolved-That we testify to the purity of that character which we have learned so well to appreciate; and that we realize, in our bereavement, the brightness of his social virtues, and the character of his mental endowments, as we have witnessed them in the constant intercourse of our College life.

Resolved-That in testimony of our sorrow, we wear the usual badge of mourn ing for thirty days.

Resolved-That we tender to the relations of the deceased a copy of these Resolutions, and also to the YALE LIT. MAGAZINE and city papers for publication.

Editor's Table.

We sit down at the traditional Table for the last time. Our pen and ink chats will soon be over, and then new voices will talk to you from this ancient Sanctum. We trust they will say better things than we have; will infuse new life into the LIT., and make it a more perfect reflector of the College world. We cheerfully agree with those who call the LIT. heavy, prosy, monotonous. But we suggest, dear reader, that you are as much to blame as the Editors. A stream cannot rise higher than its source, nor can the LIT. rise above the public opinion of College. We all write on stilts, because we are afraid to attempt the purely natural. A first prize man would wake up discrowned, if he should print anything in these pages less pretentious than a Review or a learned Essay. He would not dare face the College critics with a story, or a fresh, simple chapter about things we love most. We are all on our dignity here, and have mighty reputations to make and sustain. And yet, we would all like to get down from our pedestals, and be more natural. It seems very easy to step down, to write easy, flowing, graceful English, like Irving or Ik Marvel. But when we attempt it, our failure proves that natural writing is the perfection, not the beginning of the art. It requires much thought and culture, both of head and heart, to write a page which shall be instinct with expression, like the human face. Simplicity is the perfection of complexity. Though it may not be attained in a day, there is no reason why it should not be attempted early. The pages of the LIT. afford an excellent opportunity for this genial, flowing, facile writing. A dash of natural humor, now and then, would be very welcome. Such are the thoughts that arise as we review our year in the Sanctum. We give them for what they are worth.

We have kept no chronicle of the Classes. Since our last issue, the College world has been very quiet. The lower Classes have mutually agreed upon a general amnesty, much to the relief of the police and timid citizens. The Juniors have been enjoying a perpetual holiday, which has fitly closed with music and dancing at the great "Promenade." Their "jolly Junior year" will soon be over. We advise them to make the most of it. The Seniors have generally given up tops, jumping, and breaking windows, and have taken to social walks, or sitting on the fence. Thoughts of separation, though unbidden, are beginning to rise, and mellow our Senior life. We begin to realize how deeply we are attached to each other and Alma Mater. May the wheels of time roll slowly, and stay the parting hour! As we write, we hear of the fall of Richmond, and the pursuit of Lee. Sixtyfive may yet graduate in a land at peace, but full of weightier problems than those of war.

About a week ago, we enjoyed the privilege of hearing a most beautifully written lecture on Art, by Professor Hoppin. He brings to his subject a quiet enthusiasm, true taste, and much culture from travel and study. The hour seemed but a moment. For once, the 6 o'clock bell had an unwelcome sound. We trust the lec

ture will be continued next term. It is unfortunate that we cannot have more lectures of this character in the College course.

Prof. Dana also delivered a short course of extra lectures on geological subjects, which, it need not be said, deeply interested those who attended. In this connection, we cannot help referring to the lectures on Anatomy, by Prof. Sanford. The Professor, on his first appearance, won the hearts of his audience. His gentlemanly qualities, and thorough and ready knowledge of his subject, rendered permanent the first impression. We do not think any medical lecturer in College ever had more attentive listeners. The usual smoking and sleeping were unknown.

In the midst of trials and tribulations; in the midst of cramming and examinations, our last Table is written. Farewell to printers Devils, with their unceasing cry for copy; farewell to yellow proof-sheets, and all the ills that our profession is heir to. Welcome happy resting time. With good conscience, through the remainder of our College days, we will enjoy

"Otium cum dignitate."

Since writing the above, we have been called upon to mourn the loss of a Classmate, whose death is chronicled in our Memorabilia. Little did we think that the soberness of anticipated leaving-taking was so soon to become the gloom of a last farewell. Truly, we know not what a day or an hour may bring forth.

Mr. Sheppard entered the Class in its Sophomore year, and had made many warm friends. His frank and hearty manners, his open and ingenuous character, his inexhaustible good humor and kindness of heart, bound him very closely to his Classmates and College friends. This is the third death in the Class of Sixty-Five.

us.

"One by one we miss the voices which we loved so well to hear;
One by one, the kindly faces in the shadow disappear."

Our Exchanges.

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Our Advertisers.

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Editor's Farewell.

OUR work is done. Would that we could say it was well done! Such as it is, the Volume passes into your hands. If we have fixed in type the floating history of our College world, if we have printed aught that gave you a transient pleasure, or deeper thoughts, to which you love to recur, we shall remember the LIT. with pleasure.

The year has been one of harmony and goodwill. You have borne with our weakness, criticized gently, and supported us generously. We hesitate to sever a relation which has united us so long, but our successors are on the threshold. We open wide the door, and bid the Sanctum, bid you all, a warm and hearty-FAREWwell.

TUZAR BULKLEY,

TOLIVER F. CASKEY,

ALLEN MCLEAN,

CHAS. E. SMITH,

WM. STOCKING.

THE grand systems controlled by intellectual development advance, not by sudden starts, but by a steady evolution. They are the growth of ages, not the inspiration of a single man. When the slow

centuries have wrought the problem nearly through, the philosopher who can grasp their demonstration and detect its prophecy, appears to the world the discoverer; but it is the shoulders of the giant past on which he stands that make him seem less the dwarf.

Science has ever been rising to less material and simpler ideas. Little by little she has thrown aside the clumsy mechanism of the Ptolemaic system, and found that soul-expanding Nebular Hypothesis. We have no longer the goddess dwelling in every brook and tree, but a pure principle as the immaterial foundation of the universe; that a single active Force shaped our system, and still supports it down to the tiniest bit of microscopic life. This law is claimed to be the crowning discovery of time. It is no upstart, but the realization of the long forecastings of Nature's closest students. Especially within the last twenty-five years, one scientific man after another has caught the grand thought and proved it a grander fact. Europe, England and America, all claim its discovery; but its time had come; and we praise all, for each stood watching for God's "Let there be light."