of night, with a glad fever at the heart, and a hectic on the cheek, watch the flames as they glide over the rejected articles-essays, tales, and songs-until crisped and blackened, they again mingle with the ashes of the coffin. There is a languid, tranquilizing pleasure to be derived from this, that none but an editor can appreciate ; and we snuff the perfume of the burning articles with as much zest as we would the breeze of our native hills.

Then, while the aroma of Cuba is mingled with the bright sparkle of old wine, let us rescue one and another of these effusions, and try their cohesion.' And first, we would breathe a word or two of advice in your private ear, as to the getting up of such things. The great difference between writers in College, as indeed everywhere, is, that one knows how to blot out an entire page, if need be, while the other can scarcely muster courage to erase a sentence. One word more it is gross affectation to write a bad hand when one can write legibly. To take up an hour's time in deciphering an article, that might, if properly written, be read in five minutes, and to occupy a compositor's time in the same way, is monstrous. We shall, therefore, reject every article henceforth, the chirography of which is not tolerably clear.

The "Death of the Last Templar," the "Beggar Girl,” “Innate Mind," "Dreams," "A Translation,' ‚” “The Student," an "Essay on History," "I've Thought of Thee," and various other combustibles, whose titles we were unable to note down before the flames had lapped them up-burned most gloriously.

"O**'s" communication is rejected. It will not answer to beat and plattify a single grain of gold to such a " wide spread tenuity." He must try again.

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An Essay on Mrs. Hemans," is a subject that no undergraduate need attempt. The manuscript burns heavily, and by its flickering light we read the following note: "Editors Yale Lit. Mag.-This composition is sent you for publication, if you think it beautiful enough. Owing to the little leisure we have Sophomore year, I have not been able to give so much attention as I could wish to the correcting it, especially the pointing off. If you do not think it fit publishing in your Magazine, you will, by returning it, (directing it to Juventus,) much oblige E."

"Juventus," we would advise thee to study the mathematics of thy college course, ere you attempt immortality in the pages of our Magazine. "Lines to a Snow Bird" are rejected.

the snow shovel.

The author would be better engaged with

The author of "Moonlight Fancies" has, we opine, some affection of the eyes. His Pegasus, too, is both lame and blind. We quote for the nonce:

"And I winked at the stars,

And the stars they winked too,

And the moon it winked down

From the heavens so blue."

An "Ode to Norway," lacks the true Lyric fire, which is indispensable at this sea

son.

"Flowers in Winter" should be cultured by a fairer hand than that of our correspondent " Alpha." We admire the vividness of his fancy and the glow of his imagination, especially when he discourses so feelingly about

"The green-leaved fish geranium,"

and, as he quaintly though elegantly expresses it,

"The heaven-born rose of sublunary growth."

May we be permitted to advise him to reserve the bouquet which he has so tastefully arranged, for those who can appreciate it.