The Selectmen of New Haven, previous to the recent election, decided that they would not qualify any students to vote who had come of age since the last election. They have made the discovery that a student has no right to be a voter here, because he is not legally a resident of New Haven. We have heard it suggested that the one hundred votes cast for Fremont by Old Yale was the eye-salve which enabled the Democratic Selectmen to see this new construction of the election law. We will not argue the point at this time, but simply say that if a law is so loose that it can be construed in any way to suit the politics of the dominant party, it is high time that it was mended.

The following parody is intended as a sort of appendix to the "Art of Sleeping Over," in the present number:

I.

How do the students go into prayers?

From the rooms where they dwell, at the sound of the bell,

Rushing and crushing, and brushing down stairs,

Rubbing their eyes in ghastly surprise

At being obliged thus early to rise,

Ripping the stiches, in manifold breeches,

And swearing and tearing, whene'er the cloth hitches,

In a flurry, in a worry,

They rush through the dark,

Helter skelter, hurry skurry,
For fear of a mark.

II.

Grumbling and rumbling and tumbling,
And falling and brawling and sprawling,
And thumping and plumping and bumping,
Unshaven, unshorn, and very forlorn
Is the way that students go in at morn.

III.

And so never ending, but always attending,
Sounds and motions forever and ever are blending,
All at once and all o'er, with a mighty uproar,
The students rush in at the old Chapel door.

Perhaps we ought to say a word upon the "Condition of the Lit." We have only thanks to extend to our readers for their generous patronage, and assure them that Maga was never in a more prosperous condition. Notwithstanding our expenses have been at least twenty five per cent. greater than those of former years, they have been fully met by our subscriptions.

The remainder of the "Table"-of course the most brilliant part-was crowded out.

EDITORS' GOODBYE.

In our great cloister's corridors we have walked another annual round. One after another its hitherto unknown gateways have risen in our path, we have peered curiously through them at what lay beyond, we have entered and heard their massive doors one after another close behind us. At length we (Seniors) stand before the last gate, opening, not into the quiet mossgrown court within, but into the dusty, bustling world without.

We (Editors) too, have done our task, to us a pleasant task, with what success, in the elegant phrase of a female philosopher, "it is not for us to say." If, gentle reader, we have ministered to your pleasure, for we have not aspired to instruct, if we have beguiled the toil-worn hour with innocent chitchat, and helped to brush away the cobwebs which the twin spiders of study and no-exercise ever spin across studious brains-then are we content, so content that though the scene is ended, and the curtain, classically speaking, has "rolled up," we feel no temptation to imitate the naïveté of the Roman actor and cry, "vos plaudite."

What with Valedictory Orations, Class poems, Autographs, Lithographs and Steel-plates, "the air" at this season" is full of farewells to the" departing. We too add ours-To classmates, to collegemates, to our editorial successors, to you, gentle reader, to all say we, sadly, yet cheerfully, that good old word, GOODBYE.

TO OUR READERS.

FELLOW STUDENTS:-When the Yale Literary Magazine first came into being, the continuance of its existence was a matter of doubt. Time has answered the question favorably. It has lived to see many of its kindred, and the companions of its earlier days, pass away forever. And now, having attained its majority, it comes to us, in the twenty-second year of its age, in a sound and healthy condition. In taking charge of it, we have but one promise to make. We will be faithful. We are not insensible to the generosity which placed us in this position, and we trust that, when you criticise our work, the same spirit will temper your judgment.

Since the Magazine can neither be conducted successfully, nor criticised justly, without a clear understanding of its purpose, we wish to set forth briefly our idea upon that matter. Looking at the Prospectus of the first Volume, we find its object to have been originally, "To foster a literary spirit, and to furnish a medium for its exercise; to rescue from utter waste the many thoughts and musings of a student's leisure hours, and to afford some opportunity to train ourselves for the strife and collision of mind which we must expect in after life." Its object is not changed. Evidently the Lit. is the property of no one man and no set of men. It belongs to the members of all Classes. It aims "to foster a literary spirit" throughout the whole of Yale, and "to furnish a medium for its exercise" to all her loyal sons. It is not an institution for the honor and gratification of five men in every Class, but an "opportunity" to take advantage of which is the privilege and duty of all. Accordingly, we ask of you, Fellow Students, to contribute