Sicut patribus sit Deus nobis, - which in lingua vernacula significes "May Fortune and the Faculty favor the sons as they have their fathers." Yesterday we published the first of a series of articles recalling the victories and defeats and hard-won fights of the various notable athletic teams which have represented Fair Harvard on flood and field in bygone days. The compiler of these historical potpourris has many a curious legend to tell, - of how that famous crew of 185 - , or was it 186, - when hard pressed by her mighty opponents on Lake Winnipiseogee, and almost swamped by the mighty sea and threatening waves, succeeded at last in getting upon the crest of a heavy rowller, upon which they easily passed the rival boats and won by just one width; of the days of old when the freshmen beat the sophomores at bawl, and the seniors played hot Scotch on the College Green between Harvard and Massachusetts Halls, of how - but the rest we leave to the vivid pen of our historian. We make especial mention of this series of papers, in order that, at the close of this distressing period of the college year, we may assure ourselves that our readers will peruse something each day which by strictly impartial glorification of the college and its color will restore them from their present unwonted condition of blueness to their usual cheerfulnes.