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Then, after all,

But now, alas! they all are dead,

Or gone beyond the seas,
Or further for religion fled;

Or else they take their ease.

these uncertain sprites lived until Queen Mary's time, and then, they surely died? Yet, a little later, at the close of the first book of Paradise Lost, Milton speaks of

"Fairy elves

Whose midnight revels by a forest side

Or fountain, some belated peasant sees

Or dreams he sees, while overhead the moon

Sits arbitress, and nearer to the earth

Wheels her pale course; they, on their mirth and dance

Intent, with jocund music charm his ear:

At once with joy and fear his heart rebounds."

Were not they gone yet? Why, if they were, should Milton bring so ignorant a peasant into an epic? As I am skeptical on the point of Milton's fallibility, in this case, I may be pardoned for repeating a further, and well-known passage from L'Allegro, where the gossips discourse thus:

"She was pinched and pulled, she said,

And he by friar's lantern led,

Tells how the drudging goblin sweat
To earn his cream-bowl duly set,

When in one night, ere glimpse of morn,
His shadowy flail had threshed the corn,
That ten day-laborers could not end;
Then lies him down the lubber fiend,

And stretched out all the chimney's length,
Basks at the fire his hairy strength,

And, crop-full, out of doors he flings,
Ere the first cock his matin rings."

Finally, both Ritson and William Howitt, not to mention testimony between Milton's time and ours, assure me that to this day the belief in fairies is strong in certain secluded districts in Wales. What must we think? If I may answer for myself, I not only trust this statement, but I believe the fairies are in Wales at this present. The amiable little people are too good, and too beautiful to be lost to the world, and yet the world has grown too bad for them to live in it. They have, therefore, awaiting the day when we shall be again worthy of their company, gone into quiet quarters at the West end of the Island they so loved.

My friend, whatever others may do and say, let us go to Wales and visit the fairies.

A.

Memorabilia Valensia.

BASE BALL.

BASE Ball Clubs were started in College a little over a year ago, and during all last fall, the game was played, by the Junior and Sophomore classes, with a perfect vengeance. With the former, every afternoon, week in and week out, from the beginning of the first term, down to Thanksgiving, used to find the ball-ground pretty plentifully sprinkled with players and students, till about five or six minutes to four, when, suddenly, the whole field would be vacant. It was pleasant though-those afternoons-the inside, except the striker and now and then a man at the base, all lying in a heap, while some one read the lesson to the rest—the outside, intent on the game, watching every pass of the ball, now here now there-guarding every point, and sure by-and-by to take their turn at lazy study and the bat; wellthese warm, sunny days were pleasant, and, had it not been for something better, would almost have made us wish, this term, that it was Junior year again. Senior year, and a long, homely shanty, which has impudently stretched its length across the home base, has changed all this, and ball playing with '61 has been numbered with the things that were.

Last year the club in '62 challenged the club in '61, and in the match game which followed, the latter came out No. 1. This year, the same clubs played another match game-'62 having challenged again—and of the disasters of that day it is my sad duty to chronicle, at least, a passing notice.

On the afternoon of the last issue of the Lit., a mournful procession of nine, muffled in coats and shawls, and pushing in front of them, in spite of wind and a drizzling rain, a row of flapping umbrellas, "might have been seen wending their way" towards the Quinnipiac ball ground, which had been selected as the place for the meeting of the clubs.

At the toss, '62 having won the choice, chose the outs, and the first man of '61 went in and took the bat. The particulars of this interesting game we are not going to relate. It is bad enough to stand on the first base, shivering in the coldhave all the balls knocked-well, anywhere, see the inside fellows legging around the bases, socking, now and then, in their haste, the long spikes of their shoes, in the most unceremonious manner, into your feet-hear their friends shout, clap their hands, "go in-go in-hurrah for our side;" see now and then a '61 man with a lugubrious facial expression-and hear the earnest inquiry-"what's the matter with you fellows ?"-" can't you do better?"-" don't give it up at any rate," et cetera, et cetera; get a knock yourself-tick, out, the meanest of all mean ways to get out-tick, out, bah!-next man ditto; pick up your coat, travel back to your post, sure that by the time you get there, the third man will have had his little show-and be on his way to meet you-all this is very pleasant, in fact I may say, delightful; but what shall I say of the emotions caused by the profuse amount of cigars which were suddenly smoked throughout College-cigars, which, by their number and flavor, and withal by the serene, satisfied, sometimes even smiling expression of countenance which their possessors wore, betokened neither purchase

for cash, purchase on tick, purchase by books; in fact, denoting no purchase at all, but rather a little friendly present-indicative of the uncertainty of all earthly hopes in general, and of the duty of future economy among the victimized few, in particular.

No more am I going to repeat all the villainous loads, which were gotten off on the number of tallies scored by the discomfitted and cerulean "nine." I will just out with it—plump and square. In five or six innings—I can't afford to be particular-'61 scored just tally; '62 anywhere from twenty to twenty-five. A driving rain broke off this interesting game, and since the eventful afternoon, no disposition has been manifested to resume it.

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"I pray Sir, deal with men in misery,

Like one that may himself be miserable-
Insult not too much upon our wretchedness;
The noble minds still will not when they can."

BURIAL OF EUCLID.

The usual notice of the pass-word, at the usual time, was passed around the various classes in College, and for once was unheralded by the diabolical screechings of tin horns. If there was one nuisance more than another about College, which used to make our teeth grate and our blood boil, it was the unearthly howlings of Sophomoric tin horns. If only a little more digestible, we would like to have seen every one of them rammed down their owner's throats. Those members of '63 who had the charge of the last Burial of Euclid, in requesting everybody to leave their tin horns at home, acted like sensible men. They showed a regard for the feelings of the sick in the city, which was certainly commendable.

At 10 o'clock Friday night, Nov. 16, all who wished to participate in the proceedings, assembled on the State House steps; and, after lighting their torches, formed their procession, and headed by the New Haven Band, marched past the Colleges, then down Chapel street to Union Hall, which, in consequence of the refusal of somebody to let them have the Temple, had been secured for the exercises of the evening. The procession was very orderly, and, under the circumstances, a very fine one. The fact is, that if it were not for the perfectly outrageous excesses which characterize these exercises, both in the street and in the Hall, and which disgust the greater part of College, this procession, with its grotesque and goblin disguises, its torches and brilliant fireworks, and the opportunity it affords for fine masquerade display, would be something in which all College could engage, and thus produce a magnificent procession at night, which would at least suggest something like that of the old carnivals at Rome.

The exercises at the Hall, as we have understood, were rather tame, but deserve no little praise for the absence of the usual characteristics of Burial of Euclid speeches. The programme is not overstocked with wit, but nevertheless, the performance was an improvement, in many respects, upon those of preceeding years.

PHOTOGRAPHS.

Mr. Somebody, to us an unknown artistic genius, not long ago drove a bob-tail hearse up Elm street, and after hitching his decrepid quadrupedal equine beast to a diminutive upright post, proceeded to plant his stereoscopic apparatus in the

middle of the street, and to level it at a unique groupe of every variety of expression, from the sublimely misanthropic and the getting-my-picture-taken look of the handsome man, to the dont-care-a-continental of the homely ones! in every variety of position, from the graceful neglige and the dignified erect, to the outright squat upon the sidewalk, and the inelegant straddle and regular cock-of-the-roost perch upon the highest rounds of the fence. Both Divisions were soon immortal. ized; and their pictures are now on exhibition and for sale at 155 Divinity.

Mr. Moulthrop, we understand, has been engaged to take Photographs of that part of the class who prefer them to steel engravings. If we can judge of his skill in the art by a picture of the Cymothöe, which he has on exhibition, he will probably succeed to the satisfaction of all. In light and shade, in grouping and general artistic arrangement, it is as fine a picture as that of the "Harvard," which so excited our jealousy a few months ago. She is taken at "give way," and is manned by the crew who won in her the first prize in the barge race, at the beginning of the present term.

THANKSGIVING JUBILEE.

This festival has now become a fixed institution of College. As far down as the Class of '57, the usual exercises consisted of extempore speeches, society songs, and such other matters as the occasion would suggest. They naturally gave way to something more elaborate and entertaining, until now in Thanksgiving Jubilee we have one of the richest entertainments which College performances afford.

In the brief notice which we give of the exhibition, we are obliged to omit to a great extent everything like minuteness of detail, and speak for the most part in general terms. Besides, there is this fact which we cannot overlook, and which almost disarms criticism, namely, the whole efforts of those engaged in the performances are gratuitous, and undertaken solely to please the rest of their fellowstudents, and that too, not unfrequently with considerable reluctance and personal inconvenience. We believe, however, that a fair criticism is not only proper, but for reasons which suggest themselves to all, even desirable. The order of exercises was as follows:

1. Opening Load.

2. Address by Hon. Chas. Sumner, (cut short by a visit of the New Haven troops and a Wide Awake torch-light procession.)

3. Report of the Censor of the Brothers in Unity.

4. Comedy-The Stage Struck Yankee.

5. Prof. DeLauney and his Pictures.

6. Hand Organ and Monkey accompaniment,

7. The Tragedy of Alcestis.

8. Political Burlesque.

9. Nixon's Circus and Menagerie of Wild Animals, concluding with a ballet dance.

10. Songs from '63's Glee Club.

11. Farce-A Romance under Difficulties.

The Committee of Arrangements had been at considerable pains in getting up good stage appurtenances, a good orchestra, and on the whole a splendid order of exercises for the evening's entertainment. The first business of the two Societies was to elect officers for the occasion-a President and Secretary from each-the 13

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qualifications for these positions being simply, that the smallest Freshman and the tallest Freshman in each Society should be respectively Presidents and Secretaries of the meeting. After the usual nominations and measurements, the following persons were elected:

BROTHERS.

Daniel J. Holden,

Thomas B. Hewitt,

President.
Secretary.

LINONIA.

Stewart Rapalje.
Timothy Dwight.

The two Presidents were comfortably enconced in the big chair, and probably regarded their size, for once at least, a very convenient qualification, as it secured to them not only the honor of being the first Presidents from their class, but better still, an elevated and luxurious seat for the whole of the evening.

The Opening Load was a capital thing, We have no doubt but that it was in some respects at least, more of a reality than burlesque. It was better than any we have seen before. The address by the Hon. Charles Sumner, but especially the Wide Awake and Military parade, was well received. We can't tell which was the better, the Wide Awakes or the Soldiers, but if we were to particularize anybody we would say the raw recruit who brought up the rear. He'll do.

The Stage-Struck Yankee was on the whole well acted, though the Old Squire and especially in the dance-was perhaps the best performed. Everything thus far had gone off finely, and we are sorry to notice now the introduction not of Professor DeLauney, but of some of his pictures. We must be allowed to dissent from the taste which approved their exhibition. The lecture had some good points-the "yoong men" was exact, and the thing of joy is a beauty forever," well turned, but on the whole we believe it would have been better to have omitted it altogether. It was partly redeemed by affording an opportunity for the introduction of the Hand Organ and Monkey, which was one of the best things of the evening and of course was heartily applauded.

The tragedy of Alcestis derserves especial notice, because a home production; although we understand an old Greek has stolen the main idea-changed somewhat the general character of the play, and then imprudently published it as original. The chorus was exceedingly good, the characters generally well sustained, but would have been improved by a little better study of their parts, and in some cases, decidedly by a little more ample supply of ordinary clothing. We cannot help noticing as especially well acted, the characters of the Greek Biddy and of Eumelus. The recitation of "My Mother," by the latter, was one of the best executed things in the whole play.

The Potitical Burlesque followed next, but having heard it once before, it had lost for us much of the interest which the first performance of such a piece generally excites. It was rather long, we thought. but was much marred by the perfectly tremendous rush which occurred during its representation. Men came pouriug in through the door, toppling and heaving like a small avalanche. It was as bad as Statement of Facts-" and if anybody questions our assertion we will say" that it knocked Statement of Facts into a cocked hat.

We are not disposed to find fault with any of the performances, but in the next piece it seems to be perfectly justifiable. We were not only disappointed, but more than half disgusted at the senseless mummery of Nixon's Menagerie and Circus. The audience bore the long delay which it occasioned in its preparation, with commendable good humor-probably because they expected something pretty rich to

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