heirs waiting for the exit of aged relatives, are patiently awaiting our departure. Wait a little longer, brethren. A few more recitations; a circle under the elms; hurried and broken farewells; sobs and tears, it may be, from men with strong wills but tender hearts; hearty cheers for these old buildings, and then you will be Seniors. The Sophomores are busy on Prize Compositions, and the Freshmen, if they deport themselves like the Freshmen of our time, are diligently preparing for Examination. Speaking of Freshmen reminds us that we were greatly grieved at heart the other morning, by hearing unpleasant rumors about some Freshmen being seen in company with a small detachment from the large Police force of the city. We knew it must be a mistake, for we know something of the mysteries of K. E. E., and know by a glad experience that she has the best possible influence over her children. The next report confirmed our belief, but, out of regard to some members of the Board, we suppress the name of the Society for which the Police were lying in wait, and will simply say that

"In all this mighty nation,

There's no association "

Passing along the walk in front of the Athenaeum a fow "something would turn up," we spied a paper which con

that is anything like it.
days after, wishing that
tained the following beautiful lines:

of anything of its kind.

In every city and every place,

There's something great we find,

So no one ought to be amazed

If they find something in New Haven which is far ahead

Now in this city there have been

For years, as a matter of course,
A band of strong and stalwart men

Who are said to guard the streets by night, and who go

by the name of the Police Force.

There's also in this elm-girt city

A body of young men,

Who do not live here-more's the pity!

But have come from all parts of our glorious Union "to

acquire useful knowledge," believing that the sword is not so mighty as the pen.

Most of them weekly go to halls,

Where they do shout and roar;

And those who are without the walls

Hear much of the disturbance inside, but are compelled

to keep at a respectful distance by means of a strong iron door.

So once when they went home at ten,

And shouted out their song,

These eighteen brutes in the shape of men,

Having lain in ambush for three or four hours in the cold,

rushed forth and seized them and confined them all night long.

Now where the right in this can be,

I pray let some one tell,

For, otherwise, I think we see,

That the Police Force of New Haven, though it has that name, is nothing more nor less than an egregious "sell."

We are happy to inform you that, notwithstanding the misgivings of some sincere friends of the Lit., and the predictions of some who have at least been lukewarm in their friendship, the peculiar circumstances of the year which we now close, have not crushed this Magazine out of existence, nor forced its Editors into bankruptcy. We leave the Lit. to our successors entirely free from debt, and sincerely hope that the day is very far distant, when the enterprise and liberality of Yale shall be insufficient to sustain the Yale Literary Magazine.

But a step is on the stair, a rap is at the door, and a voice and hand that you can neither hear nor see, call and beckon us away. And so, with a bow which is respectful if not graceful, and a smile which mirrors forth a genial heart, 111 North College bids you a kind adieu.

EDITOR'S FAREWELL.

With this issue of the Lit. we sunder one of the strongest ties that has bound us to one another and to Yale. We accepted our positions as Editors, with some realization, perhaps, of the responsibilities of the work to which we were called. During the time the Lit. has been under our care, we have tried to do our best for it and for you. We know not what sentence you may feel compelled to pass upon our efforts, but trust that in giving your decision, you will use justice, tempered, if need be, with abundant mercy. We leave the Lit., which has become so dear to us, in your hands, Fellow Students, and commend it and all future Editors to your hearty support.

To those who have aided us by word and deed, we return our sincere thanks; and for those who have manifested no interest in what seems to us to be so important a matter as the prosperity of our College Magazine, we breathe a fervent prayer, that they may meet with kindlier treatment in life than they have bestowed upon us as Editors of the Lit.

And so, Dear Readers, with the kindest wishes for old Yale, dear "Maga," and yourselves, we bid you one and all a hearty GOOD-BYE,

WILLIAM H. Fuller,

SEXTUS SHEARER,

JOSEPH L. SHIPLEY,

EDWARD R. SILL,

RALPH O. WILLIAMS.