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T HE HESPER IA N . 1$ points, and explain every movement. Let us go into this for all there is in it. We shall never regret it. In a letter to Tub HksI'KIUan Mr. Chase, '83, editor of the Ottaia Excelsior, criticises our vciw of military affairs. The opinion of Mr. Chase is certainly worthy of consideration. He has been out in the business world nearly ten years since graduation. Hence, he no doubt looks at the subject from an unprejudiced stand point. . We, like him, however, are sur prised to see the same old arguments used in regard to drill, that were prevalent in his college days. The question is not, to drill or not to drill. The real question is, however, whether a three years' couise should be substituted for a two years' course. The other changes, however bad, arc minor ones We know Irom personal knowledge that there arc sev eial good students attending sectarian schools that to-day would be students of the university if it were not for the mil itary part of our school. We know a young man that intended to enter the university next term who is now preparing to enter the Wesleyan on account of the proposed changes here. So it "is a condition, not a theory that confronts us." We readily admit, and so will a majority of the students, that a complete uniform looks better than a blue coat and yell ow trouseis. Also that a twenty-live dollar suit looks bclter than a ten dollar suit. For that reason let us require all the boys to wear prince alberts and the girls to wear silk tires ses. No student believes for a momeml that the lieutenant has entered into a combination to take advantage of any one, but they do believe that they have a right to put their own price on their own clothes; they do believe that when oil duty, they have a right to wear whatever clothes they desire. So fai as the old argument of making the student graceful by (Killing, few will deny that dancing will produce the same effect, yet we have seen no disposition on the part of the legcnts to establish a dancing school. Is it because the girls aie naturally graceful that they are not compelled to drill ' We, however, have no desire to prolong the discussion and ineicly wish the regents to know how a majority of the stud ents feel about the matter, It seems to us that the exten sion of time from two to three years is both unwise and unjust and should be resisted by every legitimate means by the whole student body. LITERARY. I.ovo mill Folly, Cupid, you know, is painted blind; The lua.son it were hard to llud, Unless, indeed, we may suppose The fable of l.a Fontaine shows, lluyond a reasonable doubt, How the misfortune came about . 'Tis said that on a certain day, As I .nve and Folly were at play, They fell into a warm debnte Upon a point of little weight, Until, so high the quarrel rose, From angry words they came to blows, l.ove, little used to warlike arts, (Save with his famous bow and darts) Although he fought with all his might, Was iiuickly vanquished in the light. Miss Folly dealt liiin such a slap Across the face, the little chap Fell in a swoon, and woke to find He could not see- the boy was blind! Now when his doting mother came To know his case, the angry dame Hehaved as any mother might, Whose only son had lost his sight. Whate'er had caused the dreadful deed, Malicious aim, or want of heed, 1 Such wrath in heaven is seldom seen As Venus showed in speech and mien. She stunned Olympus with her cries For vengeance. "What! put out his eyes! My precious Cupid! Let the jade Straight down to Orcus be conveyed, That justice may be duly done On her who manned my darling son, And left the lad bereft of sight, To grope in everlasting night!" While Venus thus for vengeance prayed On Folly thoughtless, hapless maid Great Jove convenes a special court To hear the case and make report. In solemn council long they sit To judg! what penalty is lit The crime to answer; and, beside, Some restitution to provide (If aught, indeed, they can devise) For Master ('lipid's ruined eyes. And thus it was at last decreed That Folly, for her wicked deed, In part the damage should restore lly lending Cupid evermore, L'envoi. And so it comes that still we see The maid where'er the boy maybe, l.ove still is blind, and Folly still Directs the urchin wheie she will John Ci. Sank. A I.ctlrr I'roiu i Noml-AinurleiuiUod Irlhliiniin. Och, Kathleen, me darlint, the sowl if me life, I've a quale, funny story to-tell ye, How whin I was down in a strange Wistcrn town, A' liathenish thing did befell me. I'm a'niakin all the folks smoile over here, And, be jabers, '; scoopin in money. And whin I get back to owld Ireland agin, We'll live on praties and honey. Well, 1 was pcrscribed for that liathenish town, Which the name 1 belave it was Uncoil, And I waltzed up ihim strates with me head in the air, While me foot in the mud it was sinkiii'. Whin I nrroived at the l.incon a'e-housu Shine I was a foine qttadriped to see; Yez wouldn't of knowed ver darlint old Mike, lie blissed if knowed it was me. And whin I wint.up where I was to spake, A young ribel garil at the picket. With a ginerals air and an Fnglishloiko glare, Stipped up and inquired for me ticket. "Begorrnh!" 1 said, in me foine Irish way, "Why, gineral ye don't seem to no in it; I'd advise that ye'd better jist let me in there Or yer show won't be here in a ininnit." And right thin, I belave 1 diseiverod a smnile, Strechin' round to some bystander's ears, Hut 1 payed thlm up well when I spake to thim there, lly Idling their winkers with tears. I lowly saints! Whin 1 go up to thim white pearly gates, Where owld Peter's a' standin as sintry, I'm a'goin to kcrry a ticket with me, If they'll sind nie a complimiutry. Forshure, after wading through Jordan crick, (If the mud's very like that at l.incon) (Jooil owld l'eter'11 surely bo mud-died with fright And won't recognize me, I'm thinkin. Now I must be laving yez, darlint Kathleen, Some day I'll drop in on yez, slyly,, I'lazo sind a big letter from Ireland, me dear, To Yours for iver, Mjchaisi. O'Kkii.i.y. " A new English translation of Ihssn's poem, Peer Gynt, has been undertaken by William Archer and his brother Charles Archer, who have received the cypress sanction of the author for its production. . i
