O, COULD seize each dilly-dallying debtor,

And take him by the throat, and cry, "Now pay!"

And get my money from each stingy better,

Who's owed so long that even hope's grown gray;

And could I never pay a single bill I owe,

And dodge subscriptions and my ill-timed bets,

And live on trust, and never pay, - O no!

His tradesman's bills a student oft forgets;

And should some uncle from the East turn up,

Whom we had thought was gone, reposing 'neath the clover,

And pour his millions o'er my brimming cup,-

I really think that I could live forever!

But now, this world has got a coat of blue;

My finances each beastly dun has guessed,

And each one clamors for his honest due; -

I think I'll overdraw, and seek the West!

CHRISTMAS comes yearly, to renew the lesson of charity. Too often the lesson is neglected. There is a custom in College that we should be glad to see become universal, - the students in each entry uniting to give a present to the goodies who attend to the rooms, and other servants who really need assistance. The duty of this slight undertaking rests, we believe, by precedent, with some Senior in each entry, and we hope they will not forget how much suffering a little thoughtfulness may prevent. Whether our servants be deserving or not, we shall go home with lighter hearts if we do not forget our duty toward them.