Most gladly do we come again, dear READER, to grip your honest band. We don't believe in bows. Strike us, bat don't stand off yonder striking attitudes. We are never half so awkward as when doing the profoundly gracious. We never called ourselves anybody's humble servant in the world. Mannerism we detest, and above all in students, When we get to be Doctors of Divinity, we will give you sentences of orthodox and solemn sound,' and nailed wi' scripture; or if we ever edit the North American,' we shall feel bound to speak like oracles; but heaven forefend any premature profundity-we mean in our Editors' table. We have the complacence to believe that all the great questions in morals, politics and literature generally, are handled just about as well as they conviently could be in the earlier pages of our sheet. We hope therefore, dear Reader, always avoiding that familiarity which breeds contempt, to be on the very best of terms with you. As students, acting for our fellows, we beg leave to speak as students, and we trust our strictly collegiate garb will not be to our prejudice, even with our most sedate readers. We are youths, but very sensible youths, I ween, and we heartily rejoice in the prospect of finding you such good and sensisible company. We hold the very best conditions of friendship to be those which admit of a warm and honest shake of the hand; therefore, once more, Salve! Da nobis manum!

'Tis done-finished! No. III. is the world's. A fortnight since, we found the following remarkably unique epistle in the handle of our door.

Sir John,

The Printer is after you with a sharp stick.

Truly yours, Middy.

With a recital of the weary days and nights spent, since this somewhat startling suggestion as to our editoral duties, in preparation for our third appearance, as well as with the many misgivings which our utter inexperience has continually forced upon us, we will not fatigue you. Editors are too apt to complain. We, at least, who write intend to be a choice exception. Indeed, if you could see us in our easy chair with a pen behind each ear patiently working out our sheets, in contrast to the knotted visages and torn hair of the editorial herd in general, we are confident we should present a most comfortable aspect. You would take us at once for just the best fellow in the world. Though our duties have been a weariness to the flesh, and our midnight lamp somewhat derogatory to our character as a genius, we have toiled in behalf of our favorite journal with real pleasure.

OUR EXCHANGES.

We are happy to acknowledge the receipt of our Yale Literary. It appears under a new quintumvirate of Editors. We give them a brotherly welcome. We notice also among our exchanges the Home Journal, admirably.conducted by N. P. Willis. It gives us a rare weekly treat-a rich dessert to the cold dry vict uals of our text-book life. Cassius has also effected an exchange with the Greenfield Democrat.

TO OUR CONTRIBUTORS.

We are most certainly encouraged in view of the increase of matter presented us. We had stipulated with our printer for an additional form in our number, and had in anticipation a rare set of articles therefor; but the bustle inci dent to Commencement has forced us to abandon the plan. Be not surprised, however, if we appear with eight extra pages at any future time. If we do not adopt this as a permanent change for the present year, which for several reasons is impracticable, we shall strenuously recommend it for a future volume.

We regret the non-appearance of the "Tale" in the present No. The anthor will redeem himself in our next.

The section or two of unintelligible greek caption precludes the possibility of our ever printing the contribution entitled "The Sea."

"Pompeii" has been in our hands sometime, but is as yet unexamined.

Thoughts" may possibly appear in our next. It needs too much trimming for our limited time.

The letter of the unfortunate Soph. who appeals to us in "despair of ever lecoming popular," and the one in the jemale hand, in which it is suggested that the "most noble Five take unto themselves other five," are reserved-the former for a future answer, the latter for serious consideration.

Many thanks to our friend for his choice German translations. They are fine in themselves as well as very convenient.

The apostrophe to the "fell bolt" that "came among us" in the storm of the other day, is a rare production. The following verses will serve to immortalize

the event.

"Farewell to the Seniors" will be better spoken in another place.

at the close of the year" also, are decidedly too melting for the season. Other pieces are before before us, containing some merit.

Thoughts

There is no truer saying than that the history of the world is the biography of great men. In the drama of life so far acted, a few leading minds have played the prominent parts, subjecting all things to their own mastery, and guiding and controlling all by the resistless energy of their own wills. It is by an acquaintance with the lives and characters of such men that we gain any just notions in regard to the past. In their characters we see shadowed forth the distinguishing features of an era just in future; and in the manner in which they were received, is clearly exhibited the age in which they lived. For great minds always live in advance of their age, while their generation, aroused by the call of its master spirits, bidding it onward, must still linger one moment to bury the fathers. Not only does utility, but pleasure also, invite us to the study of the lives of distinguished men. Memory, as she backward flies over the uneven pathways of the past, folds her wings for rest hard by the tomb of a departed hero, to drink in the sweet melody which comes even from the grave of buried greatness, and to admire the beauties that cluster around the consecrated spot. So a traveler, journeying over the rugged mountains of the East, ofttimes descends into some sunny vale, and, charmed by the sweet music of a shepherd girl, sits him down at a sparkling fountain, to admire the flowering landscape, where nature smiles in primeval loveliness, so strangely contrasting with the rugged cliffs, and cloud-capt summits that environ it.