PRINCETON, N. J., Nov. 15.

Dr. McCosh attended Harvard's celebration as an invited guest. He probably expected to derive some benefit for his college and much pleasure for himself from his visit. He naturally noticed that the stock of honorary degrees conferred by Harvard was exhausted before Princeton was reached. It had occurred to him that among the Faculty of Princeton College were men worthy of the hightest distinction it was in Harvard's power to grant, and it was not pleasant to think they had been overlooked while degrees were simply scattered among the Faculties of other colleges. Dr. McCosh might have overlooked this apparent forgetfulness on the part of Harvard had not Dr. Holmes, as he imagined, furnished him fresh food for unpleasant thought in the following lines:

"As once of old from Ida's lofty height

The flaming signal flashed across the night,

So Harvard's beacon sheds its unspent rays

Till every watch ower shows its kindling blaze.

Caught from a spark and fanned by every gale,

A brighter radiance gilds the roof of Yale;

Amherst and Williams bid their flambeaus shine,

And Bowdoin answers through her groves of pine:

O'er Princeton's sands the far reflections steals,

Where mighty Edwards stamped his iron heel;

Nay, on the hill where old beliefs were bound

Fast as if Styx had girt them nine times round.

Bursts such a light that trembling souls inquire