tions; her walk upon the ice; her lingering by the glittering water; the final triumph of her faith in him, her husband, and in HEAVEN ; her shelter beneath the roots of the tree; her drowsiness, and the fearful comfort of the benumbing cold, and her dream, so timely broken and so happily fulfilled; he thanked GOD who had made her his so good, so beautiful, and so true, and wept like a child. Mingling their tears they fell asleep.

So closed the Happy New Year's Day.

WINTER IN THE COUNTRY.

BY 18AAC MACLELLAN.

THE winter moon rides high,
The yellow moon shines bright;
The frosty stars, like jewels,
Entwine the brow of Night,
And the wintry winds are calling,
And the feathery flakes are falling.

The snow shines on the roof,
The snow drifts o'er the street;
Road-side and field are sprinkled
With the sharp translucent sleet.
Big icicles hang from the wall
Like spar in grottoes dim;

And a polished shield is thick enclasped
Around the old oak-limb;

While sparkling crystals on each twig.

In liquid lustre swim.

The brook hath lost its merry song,

And ceased its playful chase:

O'er glistening lake a rosy throng

Of skaters ply their race;

The water-wheel is choked with ice,

Nor turns its dripping beam;

Mute rests the frozen water-fall,

Mute rests the frosty stream.

The snow-birds perch on the garden-rail,

The earth denies them food;

Under the hemlock mopes the quail,

With her half-perished brood;

And the partridge shivereth as the gale

Howls through th' inclement wood.

The cattle haste to the friendly barn,

The sheep to their folds repair;

The dame by the fire-side spins the yarn;

Her goodman nods in his chair;

While children crowd to the chimney-nook,

Intent on frolic, or pictured book.

WHEN the Omniscient GIVER of all life,
In His eternal council first conceived
The thought of man's creation, forth HE called
Into His presence three bright ministers -

JUSTICE, and TRUTH, and MERCY, that for ever

Had hovered around His throne-and thus HE spake:
'Shall we make man?' Then JUSTICE stern replied:
'Create him not; for he will trample on

THY holy Law.' And TRUTH, too, answering, said:
'Create him not, O GOD! he will pollute
THY sanctuary.' When forth MERCY came,
And dropping on her knees, exclaimed: 'O GOD!
Create him! I will watch his wandering steps,
And tender guide through all the darksome paths
That he may tread.' Then forthwith GOD made man,
And said: "Thou art the child of MEROY: go!
In mercy with thy erring brother deal!'

D. W. C. ROBERTS.

Schediasms.

BY PAUL SIOG VOLK.

MY COLLEGE FRIEND, BOSWORTH FIELD.

I FIRST met my friend, Bosworth Field, at a time when he was likely to have made an impression upon me. He did make an impression. We swore eternal friendship, and it lasted with his life. He is gone now, poor fellow, where friendships are indeed not in name sempiternal. I sit down now to jot a few hasty lines to his memory. Who could then have thought such a joyous, rollicking spirit as he, would be making draughts upon the tears of his sorrowing friend before he had half reached his prime!'

I shall never forget our first encounter. We were Fresh men together at Yale College in 1838. It was the evening of our first day. A memorable day in the life of a college-student. We had both rooms assigned us on the ground-floor front, of the oldest of those prison-like buildings that divide the college-green, 'Old South-Middle.' Our rooms were on opposite sides of the south entry. It was about nine o'clock. I had been studying hard' at my tasks for the ensuing day. I was badly fitted' for college, as the phrase is. I wished to make the best appearance I could. The task was light enough, if I had been permitted to give my attention to it; but there lay the difficulty.

It was the first night of an hundred students' Sophomore year. The 'Sophs' had just ceased to be Fresh,' and by virtue of a time-honored

*A beautiful conceit, of which Judge CRITTENDEN is said to be the author, in prose; I havo taken the liberty to re-model it in verse, as being well worthy of preservation.

custom in the college, this night was a Saturnalia among them. If all the practical jokes in the world had been put in use that night at once by the 'Sophs,' it seemed to me as if they would not have given vent for all the mischief the rogues contained. We miserable Fresh-men were their victims. Field had a 'chum,' or room-mate, whose visage was suggestive to the 'Sophs;' it invited experiment; it held out opportunity for their peculiar deviltry. This 'chum' was a green backcountryman, who had grown and lived to manhood, but was yet 'in the leading-strings' of Minerva. Seth Barnabas Rock was the name he rejoiced in. Any rock would have been typical of his mind; for a more barren sterility I never encountered in a human intellect that fell short of idiocy.

If I were a very serious man, and not disposed to be a trifler, I would cut short the thread of my story and moralize now for an hour or more upon the criminal folly so often exhibited by foolish parents and kindhearted, charitable old ladies, in persuading or permitting such men as Rock to undertake the toil of a collegiate education. Poor fellow! he labored like a quarry-slave four long years, and at the end, although in his thirtieth year, a studious boy of fourteen would have non-plussed him in his favorite studies.

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As I was saying, Field's 'chum' had been found out by the ' Sophs,' and marked for their own.' Field's room was the principal scene of action, and the shadow under my windows they had selected as a place of ambuscade. Their mode of warfare was of the Indian or Guerilla order. They trusted rather more to the agility of their heels in eluding pursuit after a stealthy onset, than to any valiant prowess in cutting their way through opposition. They would make a brief bombardment, perhaps carrying the door from its fastenings, and extinguishing the lights in Field's room, and not unlikely following it up by a shower of unsavory missiles, and then retreat to their hiding-place. Whenever the infuriated victim attempted to detect or capture his assailants, they sprang upon him from their place of concealment, under cover of night, and soon made him repent of his bravery.

This border warfare upon my neighbor's territory might not have disturbed me very greatly, had not the spirit of mischief abroad been too virulent to be satisfied with a modicum of fun. But the mad-caps, while maturing fresh plans of assault upon my neighbor, diverted themselves by an occasional sortie by way of interlude for my benefit. At one time a cane would be poked through a pane of glass in my window, with a startling jingle; at another, a syringe would be thrust into the friendly aperture, and a stream of fresh spring-water would describe a graceful parabola over my reading-desk, in a drizzling shower upon my head, and through my hair upon my books.

I had prepared my mind for this sort of petty annoyance, and believing the shortest way to prevent its continuance was not to heed it, kept on with my studies, and bore it very philosophically, apparently giving no attention to the matter; I determined to finish my task for the next day, come what might come. After a period, through much tribulation this was accomplished, and I then began to feel that I had borne my probation, and it was unnecessary to endure these one-sided, practical jokes any longer.

However, for a little time there had been a cessation of hostility, and it being now about eleven at night, I began to believe the storm was over, and thought about getting to bed, when I was startled from my fancied security by a most tremendous crash at my neighbor's door, as of a catapult discharged, which must, at least, have carried away its hinges, (if any had survived to this time,) and a Parthian kick at my own, in passing, that smashed its barricades into infinitesimal fragments, and sent it spinning and trembling open into the room. I rushed spasmodically into the entry, fully determined to inflict condign punishment upon the first wretch I overtook, and clasped a youth in my arms. It was my neighbor Bosworth Field! He had emerged at the same tocsin as myself. He was vowing vengeance as he rushed headlong in the dark, and his meek 'chum' Barnabas was bringing up the rear, snivelling in meek despair.

I invited Field into my room. A fellow-feeling made us friends from the start. He recounted the perils of the night. He was far more observant than myself. He had recognized the voice of the ringleader of the gang of his tormentors. He had, as he said, 'come the King Alfred over them,' and had entered their camp in disguise while they lay entrenched under my window. He had learned all their plans. He unfolded them to me, and we set our heads at work to devise means to give them a re-payment in their own coin. The leader occupied a room on the floor over our heads.

Their mode of proceeding, as revealed to Field's espionage was this: after they had plagued us to their satisfaction, they were to adjourn to the J House,' (a favorite hotel in those days,) have a jolly supper, and, on their return, call and see us, to condole with us concerning the scandalous doings of their class-mates, which they (poor lambs!) had partly heard of, and partly restrained, but could not prevent. While expressing their profound sympathy, they were also each to be supplied with a large pipe, and a common kind of tobacco, and to give us a benefit with their score of smokers, in our small, close chambers, just as we were about to retire for the night. Having driven us from our rooms by the smoke, they were to lock our doors, carry away the keys, assemble in the room of their champion over-head, and with cards and wine make a night of it. A pretty beginning, truly, for a year's study of these fledgelings.

Finding it useless to attempt resistance, without an unmanly appeal to the authorities, we set about preparing the most deserved reception for our distinguished guests. As soon as they had fairly gotten out of hearing, Field forced the door of the strategos of the party of marauders, and with the aid of a class-mate who dropped in my room, just as we had matured our plans, (De Graffenreid, a tall, handsome fellow, who afterwards left college hastily, by reason of some unworthy distrust of the Faculty,) Rock, Field, and myself soon quietly emptied the rooms of their contents, even to the carpet. We noiselessly carried all the furniture into the middle of the college-green, and piled it up in a pyramidal shape, making a mound some ten feet high, and surmounting the whole with a calf's head, taken from the stall of a neighboring butcher.