of the Age," and bearing date Cincinnati, January, 1853. This document is wholly made up of communications from a single individual, addressed for the most part to (then) President FILLMORE, whom the author of the Proclamations claims to have deposed as a monster of iniquity, and to have founded a new empire by express command from Heaven, in token whereof he signs himself "The Constitutional Citizen," "The Prince of Peace," "The Constitutional Freeman," "The Lord over Esau," "The Constitutional and Theocratic Rees E. Price." The last article is a letter headed "IRONY," and addressed "to his Excellency Millard Fillmore." After dealing with this gentleman pretty severely in prose, he finally winds up with the following rather vague, but very fine piece of objurgation:

"The Beast of the Pit-O! the Beast of the Pit,
O! Fillmore of Light, Help the Beast in thy flight,
O! Give him his doom, If in hell there be room;
In despair and affright, See! his hair is upright.
In the hold of thy Ship, Sink him down with a whip.
Let him know thee a Whig, Dress him down like a Pig.

In the Gulf, be aware, Lift him from despair,

And when you are done, Push him into a gun,

Then ring the great bell, And shoot him to hell.
With high regard for the obedient,

I have the honor to be the

Upper Foreign Minister,

the Constitutional Citizen,

Rees E. Price."

Rather strong, ain't it? But at the same time there is a studious politeness about it, that must be withering to its unhappy object-when he sees it,

Long will Yale College have to remember the trembling anxiety which pervaded her halls for the day or two succeeding the terrific railway slaughter of the 6th instant. But thanks to an overruling Providence, those fears were groundless; for not one of the hundreds hastening back to the opening session was involved in the calamity of that ill-fated train. But shocking as this occurrence seems, there yet mingles something of ludicrousness in the following ready ascription of liberality to the Corporation under which the disaster occurred. "Mr. Whistler, the active Superintendent, has caused fifty coffins to be procured at the Company's expense l'

A Correspondent (would there were more such !) sends the following rythmical version of an old anecdote. He intitules it

A FIELD FOR LAWYERS.

One cold winter's day in the old Nutmeg state,
A bevy of lawyers sat round an inn grate,
The thought of good fees was a foe to all sorrow,
For a court was to open its session the morrow.

In the midst of their laughter there entered a man,
(His like you'd not find from Beersheba to Dan !)
He looked like (I hope Greece will not think me rude,)
The timber that holds up Pythagoras' food.

In vain did he seek for a share of the heat,
For the lawyers as usual had filled every seat.
A waggish disciple of Blackstone and Coke
Thought the Yankee would furnish a capital joke,
And said, "my good friend you're a traveler, I know,
Did you e'er to the land of Old Nicholas go?"
A villainous smile played upon the rogue's face-
He replied, "I have seen the outskirts of the place."
"Ah well, brother Jonathan, what saw you there?
Were the people like you, just as graceful and fair ?"
"To be brief, ('twouldn't suit you to tell the whole case,)
By the verdict of all 'tis a terrible place,

But there's one thing I'll say, since you so much desire,
The lawyers, as usual, sit nearest the fire!"

Coke apud Lyttleton.

Speaking of taverns, reminds us of a "little incident" related to us the other day by that amusing young gentleman, Esq., (you probably know him,)

in which he himself bore some slight part. Those of our readers who attended the Regatta last fall, at the lake with the unrythmical name, may possibly recollect the large demand there was, sometimes in fact exceeding the supply, for bottles of a peculiar description and label, at every stopping-place on the route. "In view of this fact," the chronicle proceeds: "That the amusing young gentleman in question, shortly after reaching home, having one day indiscreetly left a pile of tavern-bills on his table, enjoyed the pleasure on his return, of finding them in the act of being examined by a paternal Committee on Finance.' He endeavored to look unconcerned, perhaps he succeeded; till finally relieved by the paternal investigation appearing to be satisfactorily closed, with the remark—'Well, Sam, it's all very well; but there's just one item at every hotel I can't precisely understand—such very heavy charges for "Porter," when you'd only one small carpet bag !'"

Reader, we should not be doing our duty as conductors of a Literary Magazine, were we to close without asking, Have you read YUSEF? If not, then do so immediately, so that when you do read it, as you certainly will sooner or later, you may not reproach yourself with having postponed an absolute enjoyment. Of all travelers in the East, for pleasure in perusal, we place first Sir John Maundeville; and second, Mr. Ross Browne. Again we repeat the injunction, read the book at once, and by all means, for there will be a two-fold enjoyment in it; you will gratify yourself and YUSEr will gratify you.

EDITORS' FAREWELL.

The Editors of '53, in giving up their charge, will inflict no long farewell exhortations on their Patrons. All who have aided them, by articles contributed or otherwise, they thank most heartily. Among these, they would mention especially Mr. JAMES K. LOMBARD, of the Class of '54, who has devoted much valuable time to make the "LIT." readable. With great respect and a thousand good wishes for all,

ALFRED GROUT,

GEORGE A. JOHNSON,
CHARLTON T. LEWIS,

BENJAMIN K. PHELPS,

ANDREW D. WHITE.