nity, to separate ourselves from all connection with this new fraternity. And if they do not soon learn that even printers are gentlemen, we predict for them a speedy death. Kicks will not pass for coppers here; and if they have not the latter, we advise them to be chary of the former.

The admirers of the distinguished author of "Ambulinia," will, doubtless, be gratified to hear those dulcet strains from him with which it was his wont to beguile our leisure moments while he was with us. It would seem that not even the terrible carnage of Palo Alto has proved sufficient to divert his genius from its touching devotion to his Alma-Mater-in-law. From that very spot he has indited a Valentine to Yale, which far surpasses all former flights of his Muse. We trust that as our readers shall feel the inspiring thrill vibrating through every nerve, they will readily yield themselves to the impulse, and "Arise." But we are detaining them from themessage:

"Go on old Yale, and still go on,

Though greatest wonder of the age;
We view thy walks by the pearly moon,
We know you've made both son and sage.
Thy deeds are rushing on to Heaven;

Roll on old Yale, forever roll,
Thy golden wheels by maidens driven,
Rush on then, girls, and dazzle round,
For you have kept old Yale embound;
Ye rule like spirits in the skies,
Then students of old Yale: arise!"

PALO ALTO, Feb. 14, 1847.

-inspired

S. W. R.

A NEW COLLEGE PERIODICAL.-The New York University Magazine, Vol. I, No. 1, has just made its appearance. We welcome it heartily, and wish it long life and sucCollege Magazines generally have not enjoyed the former blessing. The students of Dartmouth, Cambridge, Amherst, and Williams, have, in turn, started periodicals, but after living for a year or two they have languished and ceased to be.

cess.

The Nassau Monthly has reached its sixth year, and gives promise of a vigorous manhood. The "Yale Literary" is getting into its thirteenth year, and being of good parentage, promises to reach a still greater age. Our sister Magazine has the good fortune to start in a University containing over seven hundred students. Its only enemy is the Babel city about it. But with the talent enlisted, we see no reason to fear a failure. We cannot refrain from reprinting a few lines from the No. before us, that were suggested by seeing "a picture of a single Indian pursuing deer amid his native forests."

"Like bubble on the fountain,

Like spray upon the river,
Like shadow on the mountain,
He has passed away forever.

"The forests of his childhood

Have fallen in their pride,
With the beauty of the wild-wood,
That fringed the flowing tide.

"The lake of smiling glances,
In infancy he knew,
No more in beauty dances
Around his light canoe.

"His race is swiftly hasting

To the spirit-land away,
Their images are wasting
'Neath the finger of decay.

His hunting grounds have perished,
His villages are burned;

By those whom he once cherished,
The Indian is spurned.

"Like the bubble on the fountain,

Like
spray upon the river,
Like shadow on the mountain,
He has passed away forever."