1896.]
to be built in the open fire-place, and now the crackling, coruscat
ing flames seems would fasten the reverie more deeply upon you
if it were not for that good old voice calling for you to " set to "
for the evening meal, and you yield to that other, which is more
sustaining than food for reflection.
THE SULTANA.
In her harem halls of splendor
Dwells a lady soft and tender
And she sighs,
For a dismal veil must cover
All her charms from manly rover,
But her eyes.
Jewels rare are in her treasure,
Richest robes are her's at pleasure,
But she wails,
Other maidens show their faces,
She must hide her loveliest graces
In her veils.
Yet tho' life for her is frightful,
Still a lady most delightful
Can she be;
Tho' for others she must cover,
All her beauties to her lover
Shall be free.
HALL AND CAMPUS.
" - they say has wit—for what?
For what he writes? Nol For what he writes not."
• The editor's nerves were terribly unstrung when he entered his
sanctum late the other night. The poor office boy was awe-struck
at his actions, and when in commanding tones he was ordered to
bring a pitcher of water, either from abject fear or shrewd aston
ishment, he turned a double back-action somersault and took no
less than four hundred and seventy-five strides a second in the
precipitate execution of his superior's order. The cooling effect
of the water upon the thirst-parched tongue along with a vigor
ous fanning by the offic6 boy soon brought back the Editor, how
ever, to his normal facetious state of mind and we were enabled
to learn the cause of his momentary fatuity, not from him, how
ever, but from the " copy " he gave the compositor and the
medium of the " devil."
The Sultana