In Cap and Gown student journal

made his bow - an untried youth. Long before the days of Benson Cox and when the name of David Cornish was yet unknown. You will not believe me I know, but nevertheless it is true that at that time the names of those glorius Seniors of honor modern fame were still in the lists of the obscure.

I could tell you much dear students, of those bygone days, but you would not understand. What do you know about "how funny Farney was that night," or about the uninvited guest in the professor's lecture-room the morning after Hallow e'en. We had no organ then wherein to chronicle events and thus hand down to posterity a record of vital happenings. We were not venturesome enough to establish an Editor's sanctum, from which might emerge monthly

a magazine. McDonkey had not even begun his brilliant but fitful career. Nevertheless we do most heartily congratulate you upon your efforts and gaze with admiration upon your success.

I would dearly love to linger a little longer with you, but I must deny myself that pleasure, lest I, unknowingly, should be the first to raise the curtain upon memories that live alone in the hearts of the students of former years. [drawn line]

Social Items. [all underlined] Mr. Grant has returned to the College. It was rumored that he would not return alone. And he didn't. He was accompanied by an infantile mustache.

"Quite the jolliest event of the season" occurred when Sunny Joe reappeared in the lane. Even the clock in the hall clapped its hands at his approach.

[Image - tower, string of bells] [bold] A Bachelor's ReQuiem[bold]

Peace hath her victories no less renowned than war.

On October 12th 1813 the roll of cannons and the shrill call of mililtary bands accompanied by the onward movement of hundreds of armed men announced the fact that ere many hours Queenston Heights would be written for all time in letters of victorious gold upon Canada's walls. But what a change in less then a century. On October 12th, 1904, the clang of church bells and the melodious strains of Mendelssohn's Wedding March accompanied by the onward movement of hundreds of interested men and women announced that ere many hours the names of Rev. and Mrs. H.W. Snell would be written for all time in letters of victorious

gold upon a marriage certificate. "Peace hath her victories."

The curtain has been drawn over the many months of courtship - yes and the door closed and locked and the lamp turned down low. Unbecoming indeed would it be to repeat the words of honey sweetness, whispered in the sombre shade of evening, as they two strolled along the streets of Tillsonburg; or in the more sombre shade of evening[struck through] a darkened parlor not far from the same busy streets. Suffice it to say that these did occur - with the fatal result of October 12th.

Snell was not quite himself that day. He arose early in the morning - a danger ous symptom. Sixteen miles lay between him and his - quite a difference there was that day between the objective and possessive cases. Love laughs at distances. Miles were rolled off as inches. Time lingered not, nor

dragged; and eleven o'clock saw him in all his matrimonial grandeur - "armed and ready for the fray."

What was he arrayed in do you ask "Shoes of brilliant patent leather; (pray notice gentle reader, I start at the feet to work up to a grand climax;) trousers, faultlessly pressed vest of the approved clerical cut, carefully buttoned; coat long and becoming of the frock variety, gracefully hanging; hair, charmingly curled; and to crown all, hat brilliant, shining, lofty. carefully smoothed

Such was His Reverence and such his attire. By his side, for a time, alas! too short a time was his old college chum and fellow tart-eater - also carefully "got up" for the occasion. Thus they entered the church, whilst the interested congregation held its breath in silent admiration.

A rustle! a flash! I was dazzled first

then positively blinded. I was fairly unconcious and only "came to" by hearing some ominous words being uttered about a ring. I learned since that the arrival of the bride and her party was responsible for my condition.

In what were they [underlined] arrayed, 'do you ask? Fair question! Ask me not! One moment I saw white, the next it was pale blue. Now I gazed upon pink; suddenly I beheld pearly flashes. Tis beyond me to describe the scene of surpassing beauty which met my blind and sightless gaze.

The service - oh no! it was not in darkey dialect. It was rumored that the groom and groomsman had arranged that it should be so. But not so the person. So it was in English.

Then with feelings of mingled admiration and envy the congregation rose, the organ pealed forth Wagner's Bridal March, and the

processing left the church crowded and the congregation breathless. Rice soon saled thro' the air. It was a case of everyone "ricing to the occasion."

Oh yes! he was perfectly at home and not a bit uneasy all through the service. No doubt many weary hours in his bachelor's quarters had been spent perusing the pages of his service book. And he was concious to the last. But as soon as he breathed his last response, many aching hearts gave up all hope of his recovery.

Thus ended the life of Bachelor Snell. And those of us who know him would waft upon the Princeton-bouch breezes, our messages of good-will and every good wish for their health and happiness.

[bold] An Elegiac Parsonette Written in No. 6. [bold]

(With apologies to Thomas Gray.)

The ringing bells proclaim the hour of noon The grieving Juniors to their lectures flee, The merry seniors go their homeward way, Leave No. 6 to solitude and me. [drawn line]

Not think I over all the happy days That I within these college walls have known Of those who once were here now far away Scattered o'er from Berire to Port Rowan. [drawn line]

Beside the rugged elm those maple trees How often games of tennis they have played - Have played perchance more love games than they knew - And there their skill in croquet have displayed. [drawn line]

The evening study and the evening fights

The jokes on Hallow e'en when all was still, The "Lits," the sleighrides all are passed and gone For they are married now, have said:"I will." [drawn line]

Andd now for them the furnace will not burn, They cannot preach old sermons any more, They have to feed the chickens and the cow, And getting up at five they must adore! [drawn line]

Let not the Freshmen mock their useful tool, But think upon their piteous tale of woe Nor Horton hear with a disdainful smile If joys that he some day will likely know [drawn line]

Haply some many from Sunday duty back May say: "I saw him as I passed thro' there at dawn, Shovelling with hasty thrust the snow away Or on autumn morning mowing at the lawn

Once morn we'll lmiss you[underlined] too I greatly fear And off you'll go with smiles and a B.A., Tis even said that some of you're engaged And I suppose you'll say: "I will!" some day. [drawn line]

Then next we'll hear of Mendelssohn and rice How down the church aisle you will blushing go With bride in Paris gown of point d'esprit And never shall we see you more I trow. [drawn line]

No farther seek their troubles to disclose But try to pass exams with lightsome heart And then when you're all through with Latin prose You'll go into the world and do your part. [drawn line]