The Advocate.

The Advocate starts its seventy-seventh volume with a number that gives no exceptional promise, but is yet by no means uninteresting. Editorially the number is careful and pleasant, but not very pointed. Before joining the universal undergraduate chorus of greeting and good-will to President Eliot, the editor finds time to express regret that Harvard is so strongly representative of New England and to wish that more members of its Faculty might hall from other sections, thereby bringing to Harvard a broadening influence, and making it "not only the greatest University in America, but the greatest American University."

The single attempt at verse is an effort to translate Goethe, too serious a task for the undergraduate at best, and in this case, although courageous and not without merit, unsuccessful.

Two stories and a play complete the number. "The Viceroy's Treasure" is bare where it might have been convincing; and it is difficult to determine whether "Upon Thy Children's Children" is or is not farce. The latter begins rather effectively with an Indian legend and ends with an entirely obvious and uninteresting love story, apparently intended to illustrate the ancient theme of the legend. "The Ambassador" is clever, light, and decidedly amusing. Without it the number would be a comparative failure; as it is, Mother Advocate turns into the road for a new volume with at least one good step forward.