At last his cigar was reluctantly laid aside, his throat was cleared, and he commenced

"Mr. President and fellow editors, much as I regret the necessity of”— "Throwing away that Principe," said Beppo.

"That interruption was as ill-timed, as it was impertinent,” said the speaker. "Order!" cried the president.

Alcibiades continued—“Much as I regret the necessity of defending the character of the ladies at any time, I feel that my duty to the Magazine, and my duty to them, (for whom I have a profound respect,) requires me to do it on the present occasion. So long as we were assailed only by our own sex, I was content to let the Magazine speak for itself; convinced that it was able to preserve at least an equality with all rivals; even if it does sometimes make attempts at 'grave discussions; but, sir, that woman, the fairest of creation, whom we all love and respect, that woman should jeer at us, was more than I had expected; especially since we are, at least, respected by them abroad. (Here he held to view an exchange copy of that elegant periodical, "The Lady's Book.") It seems to me, however, sir, that they have really reason to complain, since they have been shut out entirely from the field of intellectual exertion. This has arisen from a mistaken notion that we students wish to monopolize the whole Magazine.

Now, sir, I think I shall be speaking the sentiments of the whole College, when I say that there is no one so wanting in gallantry as to entertain any such thought; no, sir, not one.-If the ladies are dissatisfied with the articles which appear in the Magazine, let them send us better ones; and, if they exceed, in merit, the majority of our own productions, we will yield to them, and the name shall be changed to "The Ladies' Magazine,” the “Boarding School Budget," or such other as is most agreeable. Or let them offer us advice as to the course we shall pursue, and we will give it all that attention which is called for by the subject, and the source from which it is derived."

Here the orator resumed his seat, and lighted another cigar.

"Move that the gentleman's remarks be entered upon our journal, and published," said Nung Boah. Passed unanimously.

Zotoff's bump of self esteem now began to rise, and fearful perhaps of being eclipsed by the last speaker, he begged the attention of the corps editorial to a few remarks, which as nearly as we could gather from his rapid and flowing style of speech, were to the following effect.

"Gentlemen, with this number we conclude the second volume of our Magazine, (three cheers,) and as this is probably the last meeting we shall hold before the publication of our next, it seems but proper that we should say a word or two for those who have assisted in the several departments; as well as for those whose assistance we hope to receive, in the succeeding numbers.

"I propose then, that our thanks be returned-First, to all those who have favored us with their communications; with a request that they will continue the same, as far as practicable. (Loud applause.)

Secondly, to all those subscribers who have paid their bills. (Continued ap plause.) And as our worthy printer has informed us that it is his intention to publish the next number on entirely new type, thereby greatly improving the mechanical appearance, and thus offering an additional inducement to subscribers, I beg leave to offer the following:

Our Printer-May he never experience a 'pressure' in any form,' so long as he continues to 'press' the Yale Literary Magazine."

"The sentiment is better than the pun," said Alcibiades, anxious to find fault. "Print it!" said the rest.