SOMETHING TO ADORE; OR, THE HARE AND HOUNDS CHASE.

"I'VE been on the Hare and Hounds. We've had a beastly run!" This was the explanation that my chum made when I returned from dinner and found him in the midst of dirt and confusion.

"Another case of 'the last of your race,' I suppose," said I, taking my books. (My chum, you know, is the 174th great-grandchild of somebody; at least, he says so.)

"Say, All Don't you think it would be a good thing for the Advocate? After Walter Scott, eh? Let's see, how does it begin?

"Harp of the Chase!" - (A long pause, then)

"'T were hard to say what hounds gave o'e,

As sped the chase through Cambus-moor.

And when they came to No-names rill,

The foremost leader e'en stood still.

Up, up, you hounds! rouse ye, ho!

Tally ho! Tally ho! ye, ho!"

"I should say that was very much after Walter Scott. Go to bed!" The only answer was the following lullaby:-

"Poor hound, rest! thy chase is stayed,

Fellow hounds are by thee flying.

Sleep! nor dream in yonder glade

How thy tennis-shoes are lying."

This was too much, and I departed. The first thing I met was the outside door: it was a Grays door. I had a spite against that door, and I plunged into it. As I did so, there was a dull thud on the steps below, and a paper fluttered into my hands. I cannot be responsible for its contents. It is a specimen of a too familiar type.

"INTERVIEWS ON THE HARE AND HOUNDS CHASE."Your reporter first called on Prof. Epol Rabnud (the Dhin), who, in his usual chipper style, said: 'You see, sir, it is a most unexampled case of profit and loss. If you win, you receive an H. A. A. cup! And when you lose all, you only lose a scent!' At this juncture the learned gentleman fell asleep, and your interviewer was obliged to withdraw.

"The author of 'the Camabryge Tales' delivered himself as follows:-

"A bolde reportere trewely are ye highte,

If to the Boston Herauld you are plighte.

Ther wer on a harre and Houndie chasse this daye,

A ful trew score of felawes make their waye:

And ful limbere were they, as ye are ware

Afore they wenten after these two harre,

But now they walken lik a bold Bummere,

For well their general style ye knowe here;

To them, the Hed-Waitere is no-thinge,

Doun colder have they got the Harvaurd swinge.

Now in schorte hande limne the tale I've saidde

And put it in the Herauld to be readde.

"Prof. Ko Kun Khua exclaimed, 'Oyougohel-leehelleehelly.* All rotte. Haree-hounde make alle me pupelee cutte.'

"P. S. As we go to press, we learn Muzzes Khin is about to publish a map of the course. As the artist will have some difficulty in following it, the usual crimson cover will have to be omitted on the score of expense."

So much for the paper. I had solved two problems: First, Why had the Corporation ever swung such a door? It was the most effectual ever invented for reporters. Second, Here was the fountain-head of all the Heraldic imagery about Harvard.

I spent my last five cents on a Sunday Herald the next day, expecting to find a blank space. But, alas! the ingenious editor had filled the fifth page with an advertisement.

CLONMEL.

* This is the Chinese word to express good morning to reporters. 'T were well adopted.