There she stands, a figure of fun;

Down comes the curtain with a run;

She springs for Jack, and she "hits him one."

Our hero dwells in Divinity Hall,

He never goes to theatre or ball,

And we hope that he will not be dropped, - that's all.

When last in New York I saw Miss Blayre,

She still had a wealth of auriferous hair. -

Won't this little poem make her swear?

C. A. M.EDITORS OF THE MAGENTA:- I AM a graduate of Harvard, deeply interested in boating, and have always felt a cordial sympathy with all boating-men at Cambridge; but I am also a member of the Union Boat Club, and would humbly beg for myself and other fellow-members a slight degree of consideration.

During the confusion necessarily attendant upon the unfortunate ending of the race on Saturday last, some proper allowance should be made for excitement and informalities. The common dictates of humanity would oblige us to succor wet and half-drowned men, but after borrowing our oars, our trousers, shirts, etc., should not the common dictates of politeness suggest the thought of returning them promptly?

I have been told that it is the inestimable privilege of the graduate to growl; let it stand that we are growlers; but as friends and neighbors, may we not ask to have our property restored soon?

DIRECTOR UNION BOAT CLUB.

April 21, 1875.

*The derivation of this newly-coined word is uncertain; but if from the French galop, its use by our author seems here especially felicitous - EDS.