Almost perfectly literal, and--sweet reader--how spirited! I might _multiply_ my remarks, were I not loth to _divide_ thine attention. I give thee two or three things--such as an aching head and sleepy eyes made them. _By Lucillius, to Nicylla._ Those, who affirm that thou dost dye The ringlets of thy jetty hair, Can easily be proved to lie-- Thou _bought’st_ them black as now they are. _By the same, to a Miser._ Thou hast, indeed, the rich man’s pelf, But dost possess the beggar’s soul, Oh, thou, who starvest for thyself, And for thine heirs in wealth dost roll. _By the same. Envy._ When Flaccus on the gallows swung, And chanced to see a brother-thief Upon a loftier gibbet hung, He grinned, and died in envious grief. _A quodam, mihi ignoto._ A man, that once before has married, And longs again the _noose to splice_, Is one, that has at sea miscarried, And wishes to be shipwrecked twice. Be this a _caveat_ to all amorous widowers. Hermeneutes. TO CORRESPONDENTS. “Charles K.” is a well written tale, and, as it is apparently founded upon facts, would undoubtedly interest those personally acquainted with the scenes which it describes; but, unless we misjudge, it would strike others differently. “Evening Thoughts,” an article on William Wirt, and a “Sonnet,” are declined. “The Seminole,” with some metrical alterations, may appear in our next. “A Rhyming Mood,” is accepted. The author of “Niobe,” and “Spring,” (we suppose them both from the same pen,) would do well to use the ‘_file_’ a little more freely, and also, read, at his leisure, a chapter or two of some treatise on _Perspicuity_. “My Village Home,” “The Pleasures of Innocence,” and “The Future,” (which, from the _paper_ and chirography, we judge to be the productions of one and the same intellect,) might, perhaps, be creditable to the powers of an Infant School poet; but, _Dii Immortales!_ can it be possible they have been perpetrated by any one of riper years? Take a specimen or two. “But ah! where’s now their boyish pranks Since last I saw those sloping banks; _Time’s_ stern mandate, bid to hardy toil, Some with Fame--the rest on Nature’s soil.” “Oh! ’tis that off distant hill By the shady grove, all leafless--still Where I’d seek an humble place To lay low my care-worn face.” PROSPECTUS OF THE YALE LITERARY MAGAZINE. TO BE CONDUCTED BY THE STUDENTS OF YALE COLLEGE. An _apology_ for establishing a Literary Magazine, in an institution like Yale College, can hardly be deemed requisite by an enlightened public; yet a statement of the objects which are proposed in this Periodical, may not be out of place.