Our Exchanges.

LEHIGH UNIVERSITY wants plank walks. The mud in the yard is knee-high.

WE acknowledge the receipt of the Boston Journal of Chemistry, replete with useful and interesting information.

IT is to be regretted that, though by no means least of the college press, the Williams Review should be like its boat-crew, - last in its arrival. - Cornell Times.

This stale gibe is by no means funny, and is very ungentlemanly. We all remember how pluckily that crew struggled against adverse fortune last year, and should think Cornell would be on better terms with Williams, - having cultivated her acquaintance so carefully in the race.

THIS is highly colored: "The lilacs are budding," says a Wisconsin editor. "You lilac Satan," responds one of his readers. "You violet truth," politely replied the editor. And both are given over to blue devils. - Ex.

WE have it on good authority that one of those rustic Aggies, living in West Springfield, raised last summer one hundred and fifty mullein-plants, under the hallucination that they were tobacco. - Review.

SCENE in a hen-roost, on a Sunday evening: "And, Pat, do you think it is right in us stealin' on the night of this houly day?" "Och, Jamie, that's a great moral question; hand us down another pullet." - Ex.

A HARTFORD gentleman who had tarried late at a wine supper found his wife awaiting his return in a high state of nervousness. Said she, "Here I've been waiting and rocking in a chair till my head swims round like a top." "Jess so where I've been," responded he; "it's in the atmosphere." - Spectator.

SAID a great Congregational preacher

To a hen, You 're a beautiful creature.

The hen, just for that, laid two eggs in his hat,

And thus did the Hen re-ward Beecher.

Yale Record.THERE is one Senior who evidently believes in Divine providence. Before going into a very poorly prepared recitation at the end of the term, he was heard to remark: "Well, I'll have to trust in God and sit by Stillman," and then added, parenthetically, "I guess the last idea is by far the best." - Ex.

THE Record has grown envious of the Courant, and has started a new department, entitled, -

THE OLD SPITTOON."It is a tale

Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,

Signifying nothing." - Macbeth.

A LETTER has been read by '76 from the Sophomore Class at Harvard, asking '76 to keep up the class ball Nine, and expressing the wish that the two Sophomore Nines may meet some time again. The communication has been answered by '76, in what way we do not know; but we hope our boys were not behind Harvard in politeness, and ask them to keep up the '76 class crew, that the two crews might meet again. - Yale Record.

We don't mind racing Yale; but confess, with sorrow, that our crew is not heavy enough to row against the Agawam ferry-boat.

THE following neat but gaudy puff of a contemporary is from a Western paper:-

The Waterville Telegraph has the appearance of being printed on shoe-pegs. It ought to be sent to Vienna. It would carry off the first premium for the most complicated puzzle. We recognize it, however, by the design of an auger-hole between two lines of mashed bugs at the head of the first page. - Courant.

THE Tripod gives us the surprising information that the Northwestern University will soon be the "richest on the globe," but growls that "it does not spend a cent for the support of its paper." Perhaps this is owing to the fact that the "Faculty and Christian students" are indulging in a religious revival, usually an expensive excitement. "The watchword is the NORTHWESTERN for God and His Christ." We now find the answer to that much-vexed question, Why does not God kill the Devil? Of course, he left him to be killed by the Northwestern University. Now, indeed, we are all safe.

(For the benefit of the curious, we will state that the Northwestern University is at Evanston. We learn from the title-page that Evanston is in Illinois; we regret that we cannot indicate its situation more definitely to our readers, as our latest atlas is only brought down to the year 1864.)

THE affectionate tone which marks Yale journalism is evident in the sentiments expressed at their suppers.

At the Record supper:-

12. - THE YALE LIT.

Go up, thou bald-head. - Original.

13. - THE OLD PORTFOLIO.

Afflicted, distressed in mind, body, or estate? - Liturgy.

14. - THE YALE COURANT.

Mur. We are men, my liege!

Mac. Ay, in the catalogue ye go for men. - Shakespeare.

Responded to by Mr. BLAINE, '76.

At the Courant supper:-

20. - THE YALE RECORD.

The infant,

Mewling and puking in its nurse's arms. - Shakespeare.

14. - THE YALE NAVY.

And if it is a boy, I'll dress him up in blue,

And he shall wax the Harvards,

As his daddy used to do. - Old Song.

As undergraduates are not allowed to marry, we fear the rising generation at Yale is very stupid. "T is a wise child that knows its own father." But perhaps the frequentative was used by mistake.