EXCUANGES.
Our exchange department was omitted in our
first issue chiefly for lack of material and partly for
want of space, we will see however that it does not
occur again
The Trinity Tablet usually contains an interest
ing story and a good deal of verse which is espec
ially good.
The College Student conies to us in a very much
improved form, not only in appearance but espec
ially in ths q lality of its literary work.
It seems strange that F. and M. who are no larger
than ourselves should be able to support not only
a fir..t class monthly but also a good weekly while
we are hardly able to support a monthly.
The majority of our exchanges have been devot
ing a great deal of work and space to short stories
and the more they do it the more interesting they
become. There is probably no quicker way in
which a person’s literary ability can be brought
out, than in this manner. The Nassau Lit. ex
cells especially in this line and some of its short
stories are very interesting.
We notice from one of our exchanges that Buck
nell is added to the list of those colleges in which
the undergraduate is given a place in the govern
ment of his classmates and fellow students. There
are times when there would be little advantage in
this, and yet there are instances in which serious
trouble would be avoided. The Pennsylvanian
after giving some of the advantages of this system
goes on to say: ‘‘The sharing by the faculty
of the government of the students with the
students themselves places the latter on a
higher plane of responsibility than has
generally been accorded the undergraduates.
The latter is to a great extent responsible for the
moral standing of his institution and of her men.
He feels that her laws are as much of a creation of
himself as the laws of the State or Nation are of
our citizen. The law and order of.the institution
are in his hands in part, and, instead of being in-
THE FREE LANCE.
dined at times to defy what is obnoxious in t
he will uphold and strive to remedy their
and defects ”
LANCE LETS.
JOHN G. WHITTIER.
O hush in thy toil, my nation ;
A lender is taken from thee ;
Now sink upon bended knee,
And silently pour lamentation,
As fitting the grand one, whose station
Henceforth ever empty must bo.
Thank tiod for the life that is ended:
No grander New England has known;
lie stood far above us, alone;
’Twas the spirit of Christ that descended,
And all virtues of Heaven that blended,
In giving that character tone.
How tenderly each word was spokon,
That the great bard of Freedom has said;
llow modestly bowed he Ills head,
When he saw the rent shackles, that token
Of slavery, sundered and broken.
And now the sweet warrior is dead.
How he sang of New England ever;
No bard has e’er loved it so well;
None like him its story could tell.
Elko the course of his pretty river,
His memory sweeps on forever,
In the land where he labored and fell.
In the harvest month of September
The reaper has garnered the grain,
Long ripened and bent on the plain.
Hut how sweet it is to remember
That the glow of an extinguished ember
Will brighten and shine forth again.
O mourn for him, mourn for a brother,
Ye millions loved by him for years;
And, O Freedom, from whom he drove fei
Shower honors, New England, his mother,
For nevor shall ye have another
More worthy thy love and thy tears.
Within the lonely class-room
A maiden sat in tears
Beoause her ears had never known
“The music of the spheres.’’
But as she sat in sorrow
Through room and hall-way swept
The drum corps’ grand herolo strains
And she no longer wept.
—University Cyi