Chapter 4 Wesleyan Literary Monthly.

~The Modern Book.~

Extremely small or of giant size,

Bound in vellum or boards antique,

The pages of paper made by hand

With deckle edge and shape unique;

Margins four inches wide, at least,

And straggling o'er the page a line

Or two (no more), of beautiful print

In type advertised as "our own design."

You pay a price exorbitant

This cherished morsel to procure;

You get a gem of the bookman's art

And five cents' worth of literature.

M.R. Vassar Miscellany.

~His Father Took Him Home.~

"I was always so poor in Greek,"

He played the guitar,

"A 'dec' I never could speak,"

He won every race,

"My Latin I have to 'horse,'"

In football a star,

"The German is 'cribbed' perforce."

He played second base.

S.J.R. Madisonensis.

~Beautiful Sprig.~

Sprig, sweet Sprig, is cobig;

For I feel it id the air,

See, the groud is gedtly thawig,

Bud ad slush are everywhere.

Dow I doff by widter fladdels,

Ad I dod by subber close;

Thed for weeks ad weeks together

Vaidly try to blow by dose.

J. P. WELSH. Harvard Lampoon.