Continuing through several number the HERALD-CRIMSON has published each day at the head of its columns verses clipped from various college papers, presenting on the whole we think a fair representation of the average run of college "poetry." Better than any words of our own could do we have thus afforded our readers an opportunity to judge for themselves of the general character of productions of this sort and to forecast perhaps what prospects the academic world holds forth to the great public at large for the production of future poetic genius. This prospect it cannot be denied is bad, is all but hopelessly bad. And yet there is one hope. Our selections while fairly representative of the average run of versicles of the sort has not presented any specimens of those exceedingly rare gems-good verses written by college poets. And yet good poetry has more than once been written in college. Indeed we may say with a just pride, good poetry has more than once appeared in the Harvard papers.

"Among nine bad if one be good,

There's yet one good in ten"

sings the clown in "All's Well." In authorities of this sort we can find our consolation.