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room for a story if I put him into it ?" " I'd make room," said Hereford. Hereford is a married man now ,and an experienced editor. Hisearlier stratagem has entailed him much good fortui e, yet lie does not recommend its hazardous practice to other heginners. Neither dors James.

MAKY T. KAKLK. '85. '

Zfc "Winter <Wit*>.

Out of the land of glacial snow, Out of the mystic light, Whose varied splendors flash and glow; Aurora's beams of white. Over the mountain's rocky peak, Through sunlit vales below, Over vast wastes of prairie bleak, Blow, cold north wind, blow. Carpet the woods with leaves of red, Send Robert o' Lincoln away, For the merrv cbime of skates and sled

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And jingling sleigh-bells gay. Whiten the crest of each wave at sea; Cover each spar with snow; Roll huge billows under the lea Blow, cold north wind, blow. Fire each heart with merriment, And set the cheeks aglow; A wintry wind promotes content, blow, old Boreas, blow.

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