Ordo saeclorum, why should I care?

Breezes and breezes fondle the rose.

Lips like cherries and made to kiss,

Two or three freckles, the sauciest nose,

Out on it! Why does it haunt me like this?

Kissed by others since, I suppose!

And this is an equally pleasant little skit by Mr. Grandgent:

I had conveyed her safely down the stairs,

Her safe had conveyed and her boubuet too;

'And shall I have," with half an inward smile,

"No guerdon, fair one, for my service done?"

Meaning a violet or the like. But she

Drew nearer to me, nothing now in sport,

And smiling sweety said, "Take what you please."

"And at that word I took myself away.

But it is not only clever verse de societie that the book contains. Mr. Thompson's "Modern Lover," Mr. Cummings' "Pater Nostro Qui Es in Terra," and Mr. Lord's "Storm-Scarred Headland's," are beautiful example of how well Harvard undergraduates, young men of twenty, can express beautiful thoughts. Indeed, as Dr. Peabody says in his preface to the book. "In the volume published ten years ago are the early poems of some men who have already won a large and enviable reputation, of which that book contains the authentic prophecy. Like prophecy will be found in the volume now given to the public, redolent of such genius, wit, and poetic inspiration as in their fair flowing give promise of a rich inheritage and abundant fruitage in coming years." It is, as George Herbert said: "A box where sweets compacted lie;" and, what Herbert could not helped have helped noticing had he seen it, - a very pretty box.