elay, no prayers entreat,--
Another's name is on the door.

EDITH CHILD.
_Bryn Mawr Lantern._

~A Banquet Song.~

I.

Comrades, fill the banquet cup
Brimming up!
Fill it full of love and laughter,
Claret lips and kisses after,
Crown it with a maiden's smiles,
And the foam of magic wiles.
Drink it, drain it, clink your glasses,
For the love of loving lasses
Ere it passes!

II.

Fill again, the banquet cup
Brimming up!
Overflow it with the roses
Which her timid blush discloses.
With her sparkling eyelight sift it,
Till it flavored is. Then lift it.
Drink it, drain it, clink your glasses,
For the love of loving lasses
Ere it passes!

III.

Comrades, fill a parting cup
Brimming up!
Flood it in your praise's zest,
For the uninvited guest.
With her charms and graces fill it,
Touch the lips and heartward spill it.
Drink it, drain it, clink your glasses,
For the love of loving lasses
Ere it passes!

EDWIN OSGOOD GROVER.
_Dartmouth Literary Monthly._

~The Senior And The Rose.~

A few faded rose-leaves--
A Freshman-year treasure--
I view you again with a sigh.
Three years have I kept you
In care without measure,
And now must I tell you good-by?

A rose that a Senior
Once dropped and deserted,
A rose from the bright banquet-hall,
A rose that man gave me,
When madly I flirted
With him at the great Junior Ball.

Alas for the rose-leaves!
Confusion o'ercomes me!
My cheek is quite crimson with shame!
Which rose were you part of?
And which Senior was she?
And what was that college man's name?

EVA LINNETTE SOULE.
_Cardinal_.

IV. NATURE

~The American Partridge.~

Neglected minstrel of the single song,
Piping at twilight through the russet fields,
Thy two soft silver notes, one short, one long,
Rich with the careless joy that nature yields,
Rise from the stubble round the well-stocked fields,
Far from the chattering flock or warbling throng:
Bob White!

American! All hail, my countryman!
Thy treble, sweet or shrill, delights my ear;
A song of freedom ere our race began,
A challenger of conquest loud and clear;
Bespeaking nature pure as God's first plan,
And pride and peace, and quiet ever dear:
Bob White!

_Southern Collegian._

~To a Chrysanthemum.~

Thou beauteous flower, with heart of gold,
Bravely defying winter's cold,
When dreary north winds shrilly whistle
Over the d