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in a mantle of dignity and with chilling
epithets smother the rising ambition of
young and inexperienced writers; others
still, greet friend and foe alike, with crusty
words and contetnptous sarcasm. Sel
dom do we And our ideal exchange editor
who knows when to praise and when to
censure, who, dropping a cheering word
of praise here, and giving sage advice
there, rebuking this one and ridiculing
that one, courageously perforins the r.
dons duties of his position.
The Bates Student greets us with its us
mil well-wriUon editorials and lame lo
cals. The January number contains a
poem entitled "Night Watch" which was
much above the average.
Most of our exchanges have a certain
column devoted to communications and
correspondence. The articles are upon
current topics of interest to students and
must necessarily add to the usefulness of
the paper.
The Alabama University Monthly with
its usual heroism, in an earnestly written
article courageously defends red hair
All honor to the brave editor! "We wisli
him a long and happy life, and
An old ago serene iinil bright,
Ami lovely as n Lapland night.
A long essay on Street Scenes we did
not like. The author was evidently aim
ing at an originality to which he was
not able to attain. The effort was painful
and oppressed us.
It seems to us that the Collegian and
Nestorian witli three local editors who
are Juniors, should have bright witty lo.
cals instead of the spiritless ones which
characterized the January number; un
less it be that "too many cooks spoil the
broth." An essay on Nature's Poetry was
bubbling over with verdant oaks purling
streams, mountain torrents, butter-cups,
unfurrowed prairies, startled snakes and
tiny pebbles.
A plea for Mythology was a strong log
leal production and was very creditable to
its classical author.
The Albany Monthly contains an oxcol
lent parody: the "Soph's Prayer." We
given quotation.
llaekward, turn backward O time In your flight!
Maku 1110 a child again Just for to-night,
Morpheus, come back from thu ocholosH short!,
Take mo again to your arm an ofyoro.
I can but think of thu speech I've to write,
Hut subjects and thoughts have taken their
flight.
O that to mortals your art you would teach;
Write mo a speech, Clio, write mo u speech!
Tired of the German, the Latin, the Ureok;
Tired of the contest 'twi.xt Deltas and Deko;
Many a Spring time the graBS has grown green,
Dlosomod and laded vacations between;
And with strong yearning and passionate pain,
Long I to-night for my childhood again,
O Mint my prayer to Olympus might reach!
Write me a speech, Clio, write me a speech!
An article on Richard the Third was a
faithful portraiture of that dissolute mon
arch; am', another on the Adams family
was interesting.
The "Ancient" of the Univcmty lie.
porter calls us a "red-backed seed cata
loguc," and frantically exclaims, "How
can an editor let friendship compel him to
publish such miserably distracted prose
and call it poetry? 'The Smash-up' in
deed ! Why I'd smash up auy man wlio'd
hand mo a poem like that!" Don't be
rash, Mr. Editor, ice do not so closely
cover our outside pages with advertise,
ments as to make it almost impossible
to find out the name of thu paper! And
it wont do to make fun of our poetry
when, with eight editors the best that a
dorns your pages is so ridiculous an e.Hu
siau as this.
"Sing, sing, yo gentle breezes
All among the sticks and treeses!
Waft, waft, yo llttto blowses
Coolness to our ears and noses!"
A bard who could produce that, is, in
our opinion, sulllciently light-headed
enough to be speedily wafted away by the
first "little blowses "that come along.
The soothing pleasures of tlio Holidays
having lost their benign influence (upon
the exchange editor of the Niagra Inde
he has again launched forth with the torn-
