The sonneteer, coming, we believe, from the unsalt waters of the Wabash, seems to be unaware that the fisherman at whom he has leveled his tuneful lyre is not seeking fair tides but clams.

We therefore suggest that the closing line of the sextette be amended to read-- Fair clams reward thy long, laborious days." Harwood was liked by his fellow students in the law office.

Two Yalensians, already established there, made his lot easier, and they combined against a lone Harvardian, who bitterly resented Harwood's habit of smoking a cob pipe in the library at night.

The bouquet of Dan's pipe was pretty well dispelled by morning save to the discerning nostril of the harvard man, who protested against it, and said the offense was indictable at common law.

Harwood stood stoutly for his rights and privileges, and for Yale democracy, which he declared his pipe exemplified.