Is it the sun that shines on earth,
Or moonbeams that I see?
What are all my struggles worth,
Since I've lost my key?
_Harvard Lampoon_.
~Fashion's Folly.~
I knew a maiden fair and sweet,
Whom I had loved for years.
At last one day I told her this,
Although with many fears.
At first she did not say a word,
Then in a pleasant way
She looked out to the west, and said:
"It _is_ a pleasant day."
She had not heard a single word,
She's told me since with tears;
She wore her hair, as some girls will,
Down over both her ears.
S.W. CHAMBERLAIN.
_Vassar Miscellany_.
~Christmas in Chicago.~
The girl from Chicago arose sharp at eight,
As her maid on the door was knocking;
She found a piano, a desk, and a slate
Concealed in the toe of her stocking.
A. M. WHITE, JR.
_Harvard Advocate_.
~A Discovery in Biology.~
I think I know what Cupid is:
_Bacteria Amoris;_
And when he's fairly at his work,
He causes _dolor cordis_.
So, if you'd like, for this disease,
A remedy specific,
Prepare an antitoxine, please,
By methods scientific.
Inoculate another heart
With germs of this affection,
Apply this culture to your own,
'Twill heal you to perfection.
MARY E. LEVERETT.
_Vassar Miscellany_.
~Logic.~
Say, does Fact or Reason err,
And, if they both err, which the more?
The man of smallest calibre
Is sure to be the greatest bore.
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