At a joint meeting of the classes of '58 and '59, the following preamble and resolutions were adopted:

WHEREAS, It has pleased God to remove by sudden death our loved classmate and friend, George Elliott Dunham,

Resolved, That while we recognize in this mournful dispensation the hand of an infinitely wise and good God, we mourn the loss of one whose noble and generous nature had endeared him to our hearts, while his manly character, to the natural loveliness of which had lately been added the graces of a consistent Christian life, had gained our warmest esteem.

Resolved, That we sympathize most tenderly with the parents and other relatives of our deceased classmate in their deep affliction, trusting that they with us will find consolation in that, Christian hope which he had recently begun to indulge.

Resolved, That we offer our most heartfelt thanks to the students of Harvard University for the kind sympathy and regard which they have shown us in our sudden calamity.

Resolved, That as a token of respect for the memory of the deceased, we wear the usual badge of mourning thirty days of the College term, and that a copy of these resolutions be transmitted to the family of the deceased, to the students of Harvard University, and to the Press for publication.

ISAAC RILEY,
W. P. BACON,
A. VAN NAME,

Senior Class.

A. H. WILCOX,
T. B. DWIGHT,
J. M. HUBBARD,

Junior Class.

The funeral took place at Hartford, on Tuesday afternoon, the 20th. Several members of the Faculty, and about three hundred of his fellow students went to Hartford in a special train, to perform their last sad offices to the deceased, and to offer such condolence and sympathy to the afflicted friends as they were able.

Rev. Mr. Buckingham, of Springfield, delivered a brief and feeling discourse, and closed by quoting, with peculiar appropriateness, the following lines from Willis:

Ye reckon it in days, since he strode up that foot-worn aisle,

With his dark eye flashing gloriously and his lip wreathed with a smile;
O, had it been but told you then, to mark whose lamp was dim,
From out your rank of fresh-lipped men, would ye have singled him?
Whose was the sinewy arm, that flung defiance to the ring?
Whose laugh of victory loudest rung-yet not for glorying?
Whose heart, in generous deed and thought, no rivalry might brook,
And yet distinction claiming not? there lies he, go and look.

On now--his requiem is done, the last deep prayer is said—

On to his burial, comrades--on with a friend and brother dead!
Slow-for it presses heavily-it is a MAN ye bear,

Slow for our thoughts dwell wearily, on the gallant sleeper there.

Dr. Hawes, of Hartford offered an excellent prayer, and was followed by Dr. Bushnell, with some suitable remarks, and an interesting narrative of a conversation which he had with the deceased at the time he joined Dr. B.'s church.

The singing was very appropriately conducted by a choir composed of students, who also sung a hymn. at the grave. Each student present placed in the grave a spade of earth, and thus closed the largest and saddest funeral that we have ever attended.

THE NAVY.

On the 5th of July, a regatta took place at New London, in which four boats from New Haven entered, two of which-the Olympia and the Omicron-were from the Yale Navy. The distance seems not to have been accurately known, being placed by some as low as three miles, and by others as high as four and a half. We take the New London Democrat's account, which gives it as three and and three-quarter miles. The time of the Olympia, which took the first prize, was 32 minutes 35 seconds, that of the Omicron, which took the second, was 35 minutes 50 seconds.

Even allowing the distance to be four and a half miles, the time made was not such as to reflect any credit upon our boating reputation, and so far from being any test of our skill and strength, is beaten every day in our own harbor.

In all other respects the regatta passed off in an exceedingly pleasant manner. A cordial feeling existed on both sides; and the students of Yale, who were present, will cherish a grateful sense of the attention paid to them by the inhabitants of the city. We can assure our New London friends, that many of the remarks, which have found their way into the papers, have been to no persons a source of so much annoyance as to the members of the Navy.

The melancholy accident at Springfield has put an end to the regatta of the Colleges for the present, but next year it will undoubtedly take place. The thanks of the students of Yale are due to the inhabitants of Springfield for the willingness with which they gave up all their extensive preparations, out of deference to our feelings. We wish also, in behalf of Yale, to thank the students of Harvard, especiaily the members of the Cambridge boat clubs, for the delicacy of feeling which has characterized their whole action under these to us most painful circumstances. It is but one of many instances of that courtesy and generosity which Harvard has always displayed in her dealings with us. The Volante has been bought by the Yale Navy.

To no one is the present efficiency of the Navy more indebted than to its present Commodore, W. P. Bacon. Let succeeding Commodores imitate his example, and we will soon be enabled to claim superiority as boatmen as rightfully as we now claim superiority in those duties and pursuits which are especially the objects of a College training.

PRIZES.

The following prizes for Declamation have been awarded in the Class of '60:

The class of 1858 entered Freshman year with one hundred and thirty-seven members, and graduated ninety-nine. Of the number of individuals, who orig

inally belonged to it, seventy-three graduated, leaving sixty-four who have been
dropped during the course, for various causes, but principally on account of
inability or indisposition to keep up in their studies. The class has been more
fortunate than usual in retaining its men, as it is, we believe a circumstance ex-
ceedingly uncommon for any class to go through the four years without losing
considerably more than half their original number.

The following schedule represents the number of men coming from each state,
who have belonged to the class at the beginning of the different years of the
course, and their whole number for each year. The fifth column contains the
graduates only.

BIENNIAL JUBILEE OF THE CLASS OF '60.

THE Class finished their Biennial Examination on Thursday, the 21st ult., and
celebrated the event the same day, by a hearty jubilation at Savin Rock. Every-
thing in this season of joy and festivity passed of with great credit to the Class,
and gave general satisfaction to all. Their songs were unusually good, and were
probably sung with that heartiness and satisfaction with which an ex-Biennial
man alone can sing. We had hoped to give one or two specimen songs, but they
were unavoidably crowded out.

Book Notice.

Old Hepsy. By Mrs. C. W. DENISON. New York: A. B. Burdick. 1 Vol., 12mo For sale by T. H. Pease.

Although a work based upon the great national question of slavery, and consequently unpalatable to many readers, yet aside from the general aim of the story, we find, scattered up and down its pages, passages of such beauty and truth, that we feel sure that it must prove interesting even to those who oppose its views. The plot of the story is one of rare ingenuity, and the reader is led from scene to scene, delighted and refreshed by the unexpected turns in its development. We understand that portions of the work are already preparing for the stage, and that it has been reprinted in England and on the continent.

Editor's Table.

"Idleness is sweet and sacred."

"With all your gettings, get laziness."

READER, have you ever had a real obstinate attack of laziness, one which pervades the whole man, from tile to brogans. If you haven't we advise you to catch it as soon as possible. You can enjoy leisure without having it poisoned with any compunctions of conscience. You can be the prisoner of "masterly inactivity;" can season your stand with an occasional flunk, and diversify your recitations with heroic instances of fizzling; all of which will cultivate a spirit of self-denial of the most approved Socratic kind. They may possibly make you "the hero of a thousand flunks," and induce a brief sojourn in the "rural districts." But what do you care for these small inconveniences when you have the great principles of laziness at stake. You can defer any business which you may have on hand with perfect impunity. If you are ever elected Yale Lit. Editor, you can put off your April number until Commencement time; you can interfere with your successors, without at all disturbing your own equanimity, or incurring any loss on your number, for a number brought out at Commencement always sells better. The best recipe for getting this desirable malady is the following divest yourself of all such old fogy ideas as those of Chesterfield, "that indolence is suicide;" engage a season ticket to the "Castle of Indolence," of which the old elms are proprietors; flee that "tyrant Thought;" take as your companions a few Regalias and the thief of time, and in two days you will have a "clear case" of laziness. After having followed the above prescription with thoroughness, the thought entered our cranium and the Devil our sanctum, reminding us that the responsibility and work of issuing the August number of the Lit. devolved upon this fraction of the Editorial Board. Not wishing to VOL. XXIII. 35

imitate the example of some of our predecessors, and let this number lie over until the close of next term, we concluded to seize the quill and drive it as furiously as possible. We had just seated ourselves in the sanctum to perform our editorial duties, when in rushed a satanic specimen from the printers, demanding "copy." Our laziness had evidently "raised the Devil," and our first desire was to rid ourselves of his presence. The thought came over us, that we had seen, somewhere in the course of our limited reading, this comforting assurance, "Resist the devil and he will flee from you." After diligently following the injunction, we concluded that this couldn't have been said of our devil, for we resisted him with all our might and he flew at us. The idea was suggested that this remedy for Satanic annoyance was limited in its application to "that other" devil of Eden notoriety, who is generally supposed to inhabit a locality somewhat warmer than the equatorial regions, to say the least. Had not our pocket book been as lean as that of any secret society man the day after initiation, we should have offered large pecuniary inducements to this small edition of Satan to leave. We were finally compelled to apply some arguments to him more forcible than dignified. The rapidity with which he appreciated our logic and piled down stairs was as gratifying to us as it was dangerous to his locomotives. After this setto we enjoyed a comfortable immunity from satanic annoyance.

The jolly third term has come and gone, leaving the anxious Freshman the boisterous Soph., the boisterons Soph. the jolly Jun., and the jolly Jun. the dignified Senior. The quondam Sophomores have crossed over Biennial, that Jordan which separated them from the Canaan of Junior year, and seem to enjoy the transition with hearty relish. The present Sophomores are busily engaged in the pursuit of Freshmen "under difficulties," as but few of that genus seem to appear on the horizon of Yale. We saw one in the New Haven House, on Saturday, beseiged on one side by one hundred and seven Linonians, led by their President, and on the other by one hundred and eight Brothers, with their President, Brothers ahead by a clean majority of one, hurrah!!!

"Brothers to right of him,

Linos to left of him,

L's and B's in front of him,

Volley'd and thunder'd.
"Gobble" was the captains' cry;
Theirs not to reason why,

Theirs not to make reply,

Theirs but to do and lie,
Into the Freshman's wool
Dive the two hundred."

Study has been, during this term, decidedly below par. Colloquy men have shown a heroic indifference to everything like study. Philosophicals and valedictorians have exhibited a commendable deference to the general custom of reclining on the bosom of mother earth; to speak astronomically, most of the College luminaries have been in perigee. As for sleeping,

"It is a jolly thing,

Beloved from North to South."

Loafing has seemed to be contagious; "blatant noises" too frequent for Professorial and Tutorial comfort, and "growing intelligence" decidedly scarce. In