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Reader, thou hast doubtless marked with us the pleasing change which hath occurred in the appearance of the "city of elms;" how that during our absence

Spring hath his verdant mantle spread
O'er sleeping Nature's icy bed;

And flow'rets fresh with vernal bloom,

Have waked to life from winter's tomb.

Hast thou stood and admired the arch of overhanging elms which adorns Temple street, and whose rich waving tapestry is so enchanting? Hast thou strolled to East Rock, and rested thee in the "seat of happiness?" If so, thou knowest the change of which we speak; if not, thou hadst better hasten to retrieve thine error, lest thou shouldst lose the reputation of having a soul. Complain not then, after this enumeration, of want of change, even in these times.

Bear with us, reader, but a little longer, while we discourse to thee of our own humble selves. Who we are, and what are our professions, thou hast doubtless learned from our inaugural address. Or, if thou hast had the presumption to pass it by unheeded, recur to it forthwith, and then for penance recommence this article. Quid cessas? festinato! ere we knit our editorial brow.

Now that thou knowest thus much of us, we e'en would tell thee more. The solemn ceremonies of our induction to office must not be exposed to public view; yet thou may'st for once intrude into our meeting for business. It was the first time we had assembled in our official capacity, and we proceeded before organization to scrutinize the furniture of our neat domicil. The center table was covered with periodicals, which we inherit by an ancestral claim. The "American Monthly Magazine," the "Baltimore Monument," the "New York Mirror," the "Philadelphia Mirror," the "Southern Literary Messenger," the "Maine Monthly Magazine," the "American Historical Magazine," and others displaying equal talent, all of recent dates, were in their appropriate places. The "Knickerbocker" and "Harvardiana" have not of late been received; we hope that this delinquence is not the fault of our Magazine. The "Report of the Connecticut Medical Society," with an able address by Dr. Miner, was also upon our table. Our pleasant examination of these well-conducted periodicals was interrupted by a shout from Caius, who, led by curiosity, had stretched his cane to the top of the secretary-a piece of furniture, not our worthy officer of that name, (i. e. myself,) who always writes his name with an Sand had disturbed the "great rejected," who for months had there reposed in dust. Imagine our horror as paper after paper flew down upon us, to the imminent peril of our coats, and demanded immediate publication! "Truly," thought we, "the spirits of the dead are about to visit on us the iniquity of our fathers." The solemn, "might-hear-a-pin-drop" silence which ensued was at length thus broken by Caius.

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"I am not much surprised, gentlemen, at this apparently mysterious visitation, when I reflect that I was about to relate an incident little to the credit of some of the rejected.' It occurred in a stage coach, and I will read from my note book a brief account of it, which I noted at the time. The principal actors in the scene were a young lady recently from a boarding school, and a pedagogue, who, as we shall see, was a man of 'considerable function.' It happened very unfortunately for the good name of our college periodical, that each of these personages had acquired somewhat of their knowledge within the limits of this lovely city, and each therefore felt at liberty to speak, as of household things, of whatever was found therein. The conversation was somewhat after this manner.

Young Lady. I am surprised that a periodical conducted by the students of Yale College, should exhibit so little talent as is found in the pages of the Magazine.

Pedagogue. You need not be surprised. When I was in college, an attempt was made to sustain such a periodical, but I did not find time to write for it, and it went down. Such individuals as myself, at the present time, who are able to give character to such a paper, will not condescend to have their writings criticised by every brainless wit in college.

Young Lady. Why then do they suffer it to drag out a miserable existence, when it is evident to every one that the reputation of college is endangered by the foolish trash issued by its students?

Editor, incog. Madam, have you any acquaintances in college? Young Lady, (avec hauteur.) I have, sir, many in the Senior class; none in the lower classes.

Editor, incog. Do not their articles in the Magazine give evidence of some talent?

Young Lady. They have often assured me that they would never condescend to write for the thing.

Editor, incog. And, madam, who are these high-minded young

men?

and

from New York,

Young Lady. Why, there is from Massachusetts, besides from Connecticut. Editor, incog. Well, madam, since they have pursued a course so ungenerous, and injurious not only to the character of the Magazine, but of the college, I feel myself at liberty to say, that by a reference to the covers of the late numbers of the Magazine, you will discover the cause of their hostility. Now, is it not a matter of justice to all concerned, that those students in whose sight the Magazine does not find favor should frankly acknowledge the cause of their dislike? If they do not, let them be shown the Notice to Correspondents.'

"Justice, most righteous justice," exclaimed Beppo. "Amen," responded all.

After this narrative Caius assumed the rocking-chair of state, and whacking the afore-mentioned cane upon the table, directed the "coffin" to be brought forth.

"How shall the contents of the 'coffin' be disposed of?" quoth Caius.

"Let them be read," responded Beppo, eager for distinction.

"First then, gentlemen, we have a poem, entitled 'The Indian.' It commences in a strain of sublimity well adapted to so noble a subject:"

"High on the mountain top he stood;
Surveying far below the crowd
Of English, who with dauntless step
Moved onward as a cloud."

Here the president's voice faltered;-Zotoff sighed involuntarily as his thoughts recurred to the march of the French against Moscow;-Nung Boah, seizing the president's cane so as to have at least the insignia of office, paced the room, vainly striving to hide his emotions beneath his editorial dignity-while the remaining two manifested absolutely no feeling,-a stoicism excusable only because they were themselves enveloped in the cloud, not of English, but of their Havana exhalations. Caius was at length somewhat revived by a sip of water, and after wiping his eyes, proceeded with some degree of calmness till the following stanza.

"The burning tear strolled down his cheek,

Attended by a sigh;

For his heart so high did beat,

Expecting soon to die."

Be astonished all ye that have human sympathies, when ye learn that Alcibiades, with the utmost nonchalance, here proposed to examine "Stewart on the Mind," in connection with some writer on Anatomy, in order to discover the effect of expectations on the pulsations of the heart. A general burst of indignation at so monstrous a proposal prevented any farther remarks from that gentleman during the evening. How inspiriting was the description of the preparation for battle, which followed. We heard the rolling drum, the trumpet's call, the "cannon's thundering roar;" but our hearts were doomed to be saddened by a recital of the catastrophe.

"He views his warriors giving way

Before the victorious foe;

My wife! my children! where are they?
Can they be dead? oh no!"

We could endure it no longer; the lid of the "coffin" closed mechanically over "The Indian," who fell to rise no more. . . .

A sonnet was next announced. We hailed its appearance with joy; but the contrast between it and its predecessor was so harrow

ing to our feelings that "I move," said Nung-" Second that motion," reiterated three voices,

"I move, Caius,-excuse me, Mr. Pres"

"Yes sir, thank you for my cane," interrupted the president, evidently nettled. "Oh! a thousand pardons, I had forgotten that""Your motion, sir," thundered Caius.

"I move, then, in short, I move that the contents of that box remain under consideration.""

And here the record saith "passed unanimously, by a silent assent, well becoming the solemnity of the act."

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"I have in my hand," said the president, "several communications which I have received in various ways. The first is a treatise on 'Anatomica-philanthropica-perpetua-hydrophobia, in two volumes octavo. Of this the record only saith, "After the table of contents, &c. had been read, this elaborate production was referred to a special committee, to be issued in an extra number at the expense of the author." The further proceedings of the meeting may be. learned from the perusal of the preceding pages. It was now late, and an adjournment was more than hinted at, when Nung Boah arose, and spoke to the following effect. "Mr. President and Gentlemen, now that all other matter' is disposed of, I beg leave to mention a matter of much importance: it is nothing less than the election of an assistant to the editor-in-chief”—a frown from the chair discomfited him for a moment, but he proceeded—“ not that I mean any disparagement to that worthy officer; no, gentlemen, he is fully adequate to his task. But let us not impose the drudgery of the office on him; let us rather choose for this one who shall be subservient to him, and render what assistance he shall direct."

Now whether Nung Boah imagined that his relation to the "celestial empire" entitled him to be "commander in chief of the editorial forces," and whether he therefore made his proposal through envy, is a matter of doubt to the fraternity, and must remain a historical ambiguity to perplex future generations. It is evident that he changed the tone of his remarks when he observed the president's frown, and as "a soft answer turneth away wrath," that worthy officer smiled again, and the motion to elect a secretary prevailed. On the first ballot the votes were declared to be as follows.

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Caius declared that no choice had been made, though Nung expressed it as his firm conviction that in one sense there was a majority, while in another sense there might not be a majority. Hereupon Zotoff and Alcibiades declined being candidates, but Nung

Boah, thinking that no man could in honor decline being a candidate, nor when a candidate, could he in honor give his vote for any other man, wisely consented to run again. On the second balloting, therefore, the votes were as follows.

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Whereupon Nung Boah was declared to be duly elected. Whether he treated or not, dear reader, is of little consequence to thee.

TO CORRESPONDENTS.

"R. S." "Q." and "Terence," are declined.

"Gracchus" is too much of a reformer. His views might accord with those of some village demagogue, but they are unsuited to the taste, and unworthy the attention of our readers.

"The Victim" is under consideration. The author is requested to call at our room next Tuesday evening, at eight o'clock.

"A Fragment" is not needed "to fill up any vacancy in the pages of the Magazine."

"The Author's Dream" is respectfully declined. N― has not done himself justice. If he would condense his piece, and express his ideas with more perspicuity, we should be happy to hear from him again.

"A." might improve his translation of Horace by comparing it with that of Francis.

The request of the author of "Sea Music" is complied with. The author of "Lamentations" may never become an Ovid, but if he perseveres he will most undoubtedly secure his object, for what maiden is so obdurate as not to be moved by strains like the following.

"They regarded not my struggle,

And they cared not for my cries,

Or the tears which like a mountain stream
Flowed down from both my eyes.

"I cannot live without her,

I know I never can,

O could I be about her,

And at her elbow stand."

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