s to Her.~

There are other fellows nearer,--
And some of them are dearer,--
Of those sad thoughts my heart has
not
a
doubt.

But I want to get in line
With my little Valentine,
So's not to let those fellows
cut
me
out.

CHARLES FLOYD McCLURE.
_Wisconsin Aegis_.

~A Sensible Serenade.~

I sing beneath your lattice, love,
A serenade in praise of you;
The moon is getting rather high,
My voice is, too, my voice is, too.

The lakelet in deep shadow lies,
Where frogs make much hullabaloo,
I think they sing a trifle hoarse,
And I do, too, and I do, too.

The blossoms on the pumpkin vine
Are weeping diamond tears of dew;
'Tis warm, the flowers are wilting fast,
My linen, too, my linen, too.

All motionless the cedars stand,
With silent moonbeams glancing through,
The very air is drowsy, love,
And I am, too, and I am, too.

Oh, could I soar on loving wings,
And at your window gently woo!
But then your lattice you would bolt,
So I'll bolt, too, so I'll bolt, too.

L.M.L.
_Columbia Spectator_.

~Love's Secret.~

Well I know she is not handsome,
She can neither sing nor dance,
But I strangely am attracted
By each careless nod and glance
Of my Madeline.

Quite a philanthropic feeling
Is my love, so true and rare,
For she's burdened with great riches;
In which burden I would share
With my Madeline.

From such heavy care to shield her,
Each and every purpose tends.
I will help to clip the coupons,
And I'll draw the dividends
Of my Madeline.

ROBERT PECK BATES.
_Trinity Tablet_.

~Pity 'tis, 'tis True.~

I sat me down at leisure;
The ready waiter flew,
My order took suavely,
And shouted, "_Oyster stew_!"

The steaming dish was waiting,
The ready waiter flew,
Then, rose I up in anger,
And left,--'twas "oysters two!"

HERBERT WELCH.
_Wesleyan Argus._

~Broken Chains.~

He was tired of being shackled;
She was faithless, that was plain;
So his lawyer filed the papers,
And the papers filed his chain.

EUGENE A. COX.
_Vanderbilt Observer._

~Gory Gambols.~

I love my adversary's leg to kick,
To frisk upon his features with my feet,
Or bunt him in the stomach till he's sick--
All this is