We timid knock, and beg to gaze
  On all once ours—­are shown a seat,
O irony!  In sad amaze
  We marvel that it looks so neat,
  Recalling how we used to meet
At gruesome hours in days of yore,—­
  Hours that fate can ne’er repeat: 
Another’s name is on the door.

Our ready chaff, our wordy frays,
  Conviction backed by young conceit,
Have left no echoes; nothing stays
  To mark how once we “led the street;”
But others come with youthful heat,
 Nor reck of those who came before,
  And play their part—­their years complete;—­
Another’s name is on the door.

ENVOY.

Freshmen, our age with reverence greet,
  And warning take, though grieved sore,
No words delay, no prayers entreat,—­
  Another’s name is on the door.

EDITH CHILD.
Bryn Mawr Lantern.

A Banquet Song.

I.

Comrades, fill the banquet cup
    Brimming up! 
Fill it full of love and laughter,
Claret lips and kisses after,
  Crown it with a maiden’s smiles,
  And the foam of magic wiles. 
Drink it, drain it, clink your glasses,
For the love of loving lasses
    Ere it passes!

II.

Fill again, the banquet cup
    Brimming up! 
Overflow it with the roses
Which her timid blush discloses. 
  With her sparkling eyelight sift it,
  Till it flavored is.  Then lift it. 
Drink it, drain it, clink your glasses,
For the love of loving lasses
    Ere it passes!

III.

Comrades, fill a parting cup
    Brimming up! 
Flood it in your praise’s zest,
For the uninvited guest. 
  With her charms and graces fill it,
  Touch the lips and heartward spill it. 
Drink it, drain it, clink your glasses,
For the love of loving lasses
    Ere it passes!

EDWIN OSGOOD GROVER.
Dartmouth Literary Monthly.

The Senior And The Rose.

A few faded rose-leaves—­
A Freshman-year treasure—­
I view you again with a sigh. 
Three years have I kept you
In care without measure,
And now must I tell you good-by?

A rose that a Senior
Once dropped and deserted,
A rose from the bright banquet-hall,
A rose that man gave me,
When madly I flirted
With him at the great Junior Ball.

Alas for the rose-leaves! 
Confusion o’ercomes me! 
My cheek is quite crimson with shame! 
Which rose were you part of? 
And which Senior was she? 
And what was that college man’s name?

EVA LINNETTE SOULE.
Cardinal.

IV.  NATURE

The American Partridge.