THE amicable relations which exist between the Advocate and the Magenta sorely annoy our belligerent friends at Yale. Besides the remorseful pangs which vice ever experiences in the presence of virtue, it must be extremely aggravating to find in all the exchanges, as they straggle in, after a notice of the Magenta, some such remark as "Yale papers please copy"; or, "Courant and Record, here is an example which you will do well to follow." The Courant is especially vexed, and proposes to wait with Christian calmness for the hair-pulling which cannot be avoided after our second number. It also takes occasion to express the withering contempt with which the Courant, from its little pedestal, views the country colleges. "Feeling secure of the support of the only tribunal for which we have the least regard, the sympathy of the members of Yale College, we snap our fingers, as we have ever done, in the faces of Squashville and Pumpkintown, and defy them to bring on their bears." The opportunity of introducing an attack upon the Record is not to be neglected. The Courant says, "The Record stole from our former publisher about everything upon which it could lay its hands. It was only a lingering sentiment of justice, seasoned, perhaps, with a wholesome regard for Connecticut law, that left us in possession of our name." We know nothing as to the truth of the first sentence, but the second displays the most glaring egotism. We may be forced to believe that the Record has robbed the Courant of its type, and possibly of its scissors; but our high regard for that first-named periodical prevents our believing that it ever coveted anything else belonging to the latter.

College Days (Lancaster, Pa.) hears it whispered in College circles that a public demonstration of some sort is to be made at the College on the 22d. We will not be outdone by our Lancastrian friends; there will be public demonstrations here on the 22d, not only in M. U. and L. H., but in U. E. R., Holden, and U. 19 and 23. The Days thinks that no great holiday should be allowed to pass by without some effort to render the occasion memorable. Our beloved Faculty entertain the same opinion.

The Annalist (Albion College, Mich.) contains this week much that is interesting and instructive. Its article upon the Edenic Intellect, equally brilliant and entertaining, begins with the startling announcement, "Human language hath personal as well as ethnic and cosmical relations." Let us ponder upon this, and when we have duly pondered, go on with the author, glowing like him with real pride at the thought, "To have placed itself at the historic headship of the race that cut off all pre-historic races, and crushed out of being all synchronic races, is certainly proof of no mean power, worthy almost scientific recognition." May we be pardoned for presuming to hint that in this very instance it has obtained recognition by the "almost scientific." But this is not all. On such a colossal scale was it that "it fused facts back and down into the central force of a personal will, from and upon whose volition universes with their contents flowed, not floated, into true cosmical harmony." We learn, further on, that "in vital matters, man and woman are equal. In functional relation to the cosmical order, each is other's superior." This appalling fact should be borne in mind, and we doubt not that our readers will shape their future courses by the light herein afforded. Some of them, however, may be inclined to question the truth of the concluding sentence: "In sufficiency, fulness, simplicity, strength, sweetness, science has no such word as 'Eve.'" If Mr. Pratt wishes to reply, our columns shall be open to him.

WE have received the March number of Lippincott's, which is as good as ever. It has a well-written and well-illustrated article on the "Roumi in Kabylia"; one by Professor T. B. Maury upon the Trans-Alleghany Water-Way; the opening chapters of Mr. William Black's new novel, "A Princess of Thule," which bids fair to equal in interest his "Monarch of Mincing Lane" and the "Phaeton." Charles Warren Stoddard contributes a powerful piece of writing entitled "In the Cradle of the Deep." "Probationer Leonhard" is concluded. The criticism of Miss Neilson in the Monthly Gossip seems to us a very fair one, and the other work toward the end of the volume is good. "The Hermit's Vigil," by Margaret J. Preston, is superior to the ordinary magazine poem, but we cannot help suggesting that the lady gains nothing by the introduction of an obsolete and uncommon vocabulary: we would cite, in illustration of our meaning, the following lines :-

"In ghostly penance sounds of fiendish laughter

Smote on the tempest's lull with sudden jar,

That sent the gibbering echoes shrilling after,

O'er weir and wold afar."

However graceful and musical such poetry may be, the amount of dictionary work involved is more than sufficient to deter the general reader from dipping very deep into it.

ADVERTISERS sometimes have a peculiar sense of the fitness of things. A glance at the columns of some of our exchanges prompts this remark. We find offered therein for the undergraduate's inspection almost everything, which we had supposed the undergraduate could never, under any circumstances, want, and if he did want, could n't use. Advertisements for dime novels are not surprising; any college which supports several literary societies and runs a paper or two ought to have an abundance of dime novelists: but why parties should deliberately continue to advertise in organs of colleges most opposed to any "mixing," such articles as "Wilson's Sewing-Machine," "Bonnets and Cloaks," and the like, we do not see. Nor is it plain why Grain, Flour, and Feed Stores, Meat Depots, Savings Banks, and Life Insurance Companies should find it for their interest to do this thing. We nowhere find advertisements of the Philosopher's Stone, or of the Circular Square; but we do read of "wholesome pie," which falls into the same category. Attorneys-at-Law, Shaving Bazaars, and Fire Extinguishers, all these may be admitted. But we do most seriously advocate the incarceration in an insane asylum of the man who repeatedly advertises in a Western exchange his little hotel, and states, as an extra inducement to college customers, that "this is the only temperance hotel in the county." Of such stuff are jurors made.