OFT do I linger in the ancient days,

And turn the mossy records of old time,

With Homer mourn for Ilium's golden prime,

Or pledge Anacreon in his dewy bays;

With wise Ulysses have I sailed the seas,

The restless pillows of his homeless head,

With Jason through the purple twilight sped,

And wondered at the blue Symplegades.

Though crownless Greece has laid her dead away,

And many centuries stand round their tomb,

The heart still owns her heroes' deathless sway;

Their words flash on us like the dawn's first ray,

Awaking hopes that chase afar our gloom,

Thoughts that are heralds of the perfect day.

W.A MEETING of the delegates to the Convention of Amateur Ball Players was held at the Astor House, New York, on the evening of the 17th. The Harvard Club was represented by Messrs. Tyler and Hodges. Although the meeting was of great length, but few vital points were discussed. A resolution against the proposed ten men and ten innings was adopted, and the rule allowing underhand throwing was abolished, and that of the Convention of 1870 substituted.

The meeting then adjourned till the third Wednesday in September, 1874.