Wakes deeper pleasure far, when Heaven ordains

Her fiery storm-clouds, piled like dome-capped fanes,

Of grandeur to display the greater might;

While hill and spire about whose summits thrown

The lingering sunbeams cling, seem brighter yet,

Because the shadows and the clouds are near.

"I love the sweet and soulful Mendelssohn:

Yet most Beethoven, in whose strains are met

Both joy, and sorrow grand, I love to hear."

A. D. F.THE Princetonian has reached the third number of its first volume, and as college papers go it may be called good. The editorial department might be decidedly improved. The editorials abound in what is called on daily papers "swashy writing." Many words are used to say what might much better be said in a few; and the words themselves are not all free from objection. Unless we are much mistaken, they will not find in either Webster or Worcester such a verb as "to inevitate" nor is the word sanctioned by any usage good or bad. But the Princetonian tells us that the accident to Columbia's rudder "inevitated an exhausting and irritating pull." If the new paper will tell us more of what is going on at the New Jersey college, we shall be obliged.