er in her pew with the words, 'Madam, my Lord is gone,' he cometh up to her himselfe, with a smile on's face, and saythe, low bowing as he spoke, 'Madam, my Lord is gone.' She takes it for one of the many jests whereof she misses the point; and 'tis not till we are out of Church, in ye open air, that she fully comprehends my Lord Chancellor is indeed gone, and she hath onlie her Sir Thomas More."

But we must hasten to the end. Misfortunes thicken, yet amid them all, her noble father preserves the same cheerful calm that gladdened his happier days. His name is in the bill of attainder. It disturbs him not, and he manifests no undue gladness when it is struck out. But his refusal to take the oath which would abjure his faith, seals his fate. He is arrested one morning while breakfasting, but succeeds in concealing it from his family until evening. Then all is despair, and the past joy is followed by a chilling desolation. Poverty begins to threaten them and all is gloomy. Margaret visits her father in prison. He is accused of misprision of treason. About the same time her child dies. "He's gone, my pretty!......slipt through my fingers like a bird! uplifted to his own native skies, and yet when as I think on him I cannot choose but weep.......Such a guileless little lamb !......My Billy-bird! his mother's owne heart. They are all wondrous kind to me......"

"Spring's come, that brings rejuvenescence to the land, and joy to the heart, but it brings none to us, for where hope dieth, joy dieth. But patience, soul; God's yet in the aumry !"

Her father is arraigned and condemned. As he is led back to the Tower after the sentence, she bursts through the guards and embraces him, receives his last commands and bids him farewell. He is executed. “Alle's over now......they've done their worst and yet I live. There were women coulde stand aneath ye cross. The Maccabees' mother....... yes, my soul, yes; I know. Naught but unpardoned sin.....The chariot of Israel."

She determines to obtain her father's head, exposed according to custom upon London Bridge. With the assistance of a "poor faithful fool" she effects her plan by stealth. The book closes with the following passage, which must conclude our already too extended notice.

"Flow on, bright, shining Thames. A good, brave man hath walked aforetime on your margent, himself as bright, and useful, and delightsome, as be you, sweet river. And like you, he never murmured; like you, he upbore the weary, and gave drink to the thirsty, and reflected heaven in his face. I'll not swell your full current with fruitany more less tears. There's a river whose streams make glad the city of our God.

He now rests beside it. Good Christian folks, as they hereafter pass this spot, upborne on thy gentle tide, will, may be, point this way, and say'There dwelt Sir Thomas More.' But whether they do or not, vox populi is a very inconsiderable matter, for the majority are evil, and the people sayd let him be crucified! Who would live on their breath? They hailed St. Paul as Jupiter, and then stoned him and cast him out of the city, supposing him to be dead. Their favorite of to-day, may, for what they care, goe hang himselfe to-morrow in his surcingle. Thus it must be while the world lasts; and the very racks and scrues, wherewith they aim to overcome the nobler spiritt, onlie test and reveal its power of exaltation above the heaviest gloom of circumstance."

INTERFECISTIS, INTERFECISTIS HOMINEM OMNIUM ANGLORUM OPTIMUM.

P.

Memorabilia Valensia.

THE engrossing topics at present are the exercises of Commencement week. A list of these is given below, although rather late for the use of the future tense.

Commencement occurs this year on Thursday, 29th inst. On Tuesday preceding, the Concio ad Clerum will be preached by Rev. BENJAMIN S. J. PAGE, of Bridgeport ; subject, “Truth in its relation to the promotion of Holiness.”

On Wednesday, the Phi Beta Kappa Society will hold a meeting for business at 8 A. M., and will assemble in the evening to hear an oration from E. P. WHIPPLE, Esq., of Boston, and a poem from Rev. JOHN PIERPONT, of Medford, Mass.

The general meeting of the Alumni will be held at 10 A. M., in the tent in front of the Library.

In the afternoon, the Literary Societies of the College will hold their anniversary meetings in their respective halls.

There will be no public exercises this year of the Theological or Law Department.

The exercises of the Graduating Class commence on Thursday, at 9 o'clock A. M. The music will be furnished by Dodworth's Band.

We hear that a new catalogue of the officers and members of the Phi Beta Kappa Society (the Alpha of Connecticut) will be issued soon after Commencement. In this edition the obituary dates of deceased members will be noted, so far as ascertained, and an Alphabetical Index will be appended.

ALUMNI OBITUARY.

We subjoin a list of the deceased Alumni during the past Collegiate year. We shall see that death is doing its accustomed work. The patriarchs of the institution are dropping into the grave full of years and of honors. Ten of this number graduated previous to the Commencement of the present century.

SUMMARY OF THE OBITUARY OF ALUMNI OF YALE,

Deceased during the Academical year 1851-2

Editor's Table.

WE are a martyr. We detect a most marvelous resemblance between ourself and the remarkable progenitor-the good, but unfortunately victimized John Rogers. Our Maga. corresponds charmingly to Mrs. Rogers-dear, good lady. Various unlucky productions of ours are the nine children. This identical editor's table is the remaining one. (We are firmly convinced that our celebrated prototype had ten.) The weather furnishes us with plenty of heat for our purpose, and the printer's devil, instead of stirring up the fire, stirs up us. You, kind readers, are the court that have sent us to the stake, which we are at present grasping in agony and pain, between the thumb and prime digits of our dexter. We should prefer to do it, super sinister. The heat, other engagements. with various reasons, "too numerous to mention," have prevented us from collecting that store of matter which should load our table. We can't tell any good stories; and no one has energy enough to laugh at them, if we could. Our fare, this time, must exceedingly resemble that set before the guests at Timon's last feast. We promise, however, not to throw the dishes in your face.

The minds of the boating portion of the college would seem at present occupied with the approaching regatta at Lake Winnipisiogee. It is expected to take place during the first week in vacation. We have the honor to belong to a boat-club, and we intend to be on hand. All the clubs but one will probably be represented there. They will stay a week, and hold two regattas. It is probable, also, that our brethren in Harvard may appear on the ground. It is a good idea, and all concerned, we believe, expect a glorious time. We do not think the pleasures of boating are appreciated in this college, except by the few who have tried it. You, dear reader, who are so loud in your scoffs at the folly of pulling a boat, when you might as well sail, should try it once, before you condemn it. You should have been with us the other night, when we went down to the fort, and took that glorious sea-bath. How it refreshed and strengthened us. How the exercise benefitted us, and what pleasure there was in feeling the boat leap at every stroke, as if animate, like ourselves, with very exultation. You should have seen, as we did, the phosphorescent silver slipping in sheets from the gliding oars, and the diamonds flashing from beneath the bow, while the ripple of the water made music befitting the occasion.

This is the time of examinations, and an anecdote we heard from a graduate of a few years' standing may not be mal-apropos. He had been absent from the whole course of Geological lectures, but appeared at the time of examination to take his turn with the rest. One morning he inquired from his fellows, what they were going to be examined on that day. "Chemistry," was the reply. He accordingly appeared at the appointed hour, collecting as much as possible, his scattered and exceedingly vague ideas on that very useful science. Soon his name was called, and he rose, nobly resolved to "do or die." “Of what is the earth principally composed ?" was the venerable professor's first inquiry. Oxygen, Sir," was the equally prompt reply. "True, true, in an elementary sense," said the professor; "but of what material is it formed?" Our hero, not knowing what else to say, un

hesitatingly exclaimed "Quartz," which, to his great surprise, was pronounced correct. The next question was the Latin for flint-stone, which was answered correctly, of course. After a few more guesses, which, through the kind assistance of his fellows, and his own good fortune, were pretty successful, he was permitted to take his scat. After the examination was over, one of his companions remarked, “Well, Bill, we were examined in Geology, after all." "The deuce, you say! You don't mean to say that I've just been examined in Geology, do you?" "Certainly you have," was the reply to his astonished inquiry, and the learned senior was rejoiced to find that he was so proficient in a science of which he had foolishly supposed himself profoundly ignorant. This was in the easy days of old, before the discov ery of biennials.

We ourselves remember, as no doubt others do, hearing a student reply, in the height of his erudition on being asked the number of the graces, that he thought there were about three thousand, more or less." "Rather less than more, I believe," was the reply of the instructor, as he motioned the young classic to his seat. The year's work is nearly ended, and vacation is coming. Who does not expect a happy one? The commencement is here. The speeches will soon be delivered, the sheepskins taken, and a quarter of our number will leave us forever. But the rest of us are looking forward to a return here. And all part happily. But whether we part to meet again, or not, we wish to each of you, kind readers, a merry vacation.

TO CORRESPONDENTS.

We have received a "Morning Song," from "C." We can give our readers an idea of the performance, without publishing the whole, although it is only four stanzas. The fact that morning and gladness come together, one over the mountain, and the other over the vale, is startling. This, connected with the announcement that music is ringing, (the breakfast bell, probably,) and that sunlight is resting, at just the time when it should be at work, and the inference from these developments that we should be cheerful, constitute the song; for which “C." will receive our thanks.

EXCHANGES.

We acknowledge the receipt of Norton's Literary Gazette for July, also of the Georgia University Magazine for the same month. We wish our Georgian brothers all success in their course.