One of the "twenty Harvard reporters of the New York Sun" it is, we understand, who has displayed his ribald wit in the following licentious verses :

JUNE, 1883.Ben Butler crossed Charles River Bridge,

Escorted by the Lancers,

Their coats were red, their noses, too,

Their horses all were prancers.

The mounted peelers pricked their steeds

Among the crowds so madding;

The gin'ral's aides were fair to see

With braid and shoulder padding.

The damosels of Cambridgeport

The gin'ral's clances courted :

And when he doffed his monstrous hat

With joy they were transported.

The festive gamins of the Port

The frolic fishhorn tooted :

The gory Cambridge City Guards

At Dana street saluted.

And when the College yard was reached,

The band played Yankee Doodle,

And all the faculty bowed low,

Including Gurney's poodle.

Ben jump'd off into Ellot's arms

'Mid undergraduate cheering,

The Lancers up to Fresh Pond went

To get their wonted beering.

Within the Sanders Theatre,

High seated in the Rostrum,

Sits Ben, who in the programme is

Called Dulce decus nostrum.

Oh, there were ladies fair and free,

In silk and eke in satin,

But all they at bold Butler smiled,

And recked not of the Latin.

Bold Ben Butler blushed and bowed,

And with his sheepskin fumbled;

With undergraduate applause

The very ceilings rumbled.

Then Wendell Phillips laughed with glee,

And Theodore Lyman shouted;

But Zadoc Bowman wept aloud,

And Gen'ral Devens pouted.

Around the genial Mother's board

Her sons are all invited;

And at the head, with brow of gloom,

Sits Frisbee Hoar, the blighted.

Throughout the lofty pictured hall

Cigars diffuse aroma;

'Tis told, with awe, Ben lighted his

With his brand new diploma.

"My Brethren," Frisbee feebly says,

"Against the pricks no use it's

To kick : I introduce to you

The Boss of Massachusetts."

The older graduates rose up,

The younger cried 'Rah, 'Rah, too,

The whey-faced bookworms meekly said,

"This thing is Ben trovato."

And when His Excellency rose,

John Hancock, who is painted

Upon the wall, at once jumped down,

And Frisbee limply fainted.

The Saltonstalls and Winthrops fell,

The Boylstons and the Chaunceys,

The floor was strewn with portraits of

Colonial Aunt Nancies.

Beneath the ancient church yard slabs

Were heard strange groans and rattles,

As turned them in their narrow beds

The Vassalls and the Brattles.

"The Silver tops and fogies all,"

Says Ben, "at last are waking;

And I am giving, as I vowed,

The old dry bones a shaking.

"Old Mother Harvard ends her nap,

The venerable Begum,

And pats me on my head and says,

'Ben-e O Doctor Legum!'"

[N. Y. Sun.