A COLLEGE PICTURE.

THE shades of evening gather o'er

The College and the Square;

They deepen into gloom within

A room - no matter where -

Wherein the firelight falls upon

The Proctor, sitting there.

And is his heart filled full of care?

Ah no, it cannot be;

For Proctor laughs right merrily,

And gazes wistfully,

As though bright-gleaming on the night!

A vision's light saw he.

It is a vision that he sees, -

A vision of the day;

From out the little room his soul

In fancy floats away;

He walks old Massachusetts Hall

As he walked yesterday.

Again the rows of students bend

O'er blue books as before;

Again a snowy paper falls

And flutters to the floor;

Again he charges down upon

The hapless Sophomore.

Alas! that paper's snow is soiled

By drops of inky fate;

Cribs have held Oranges ere now,

This "crib" holds many a date;

Ah! Sophomore, a summons waits

To bid thee rusticate.

And so there in the firelight dim

The Proctor laughs in glee,

He caught two fellows more to-day;

To-morrow he 'll catch three;

In truth the semiannuals

Are rich for such as he.

Don't like the picture I have shown?

You think its tints too bright?

It is because you look at it

In too severe a light.

O Proctor! may some better brush

One day paint thee aright!

ION.