The members of the S. S. U. C. will observe the following signals:-- 1st. The Grip.--This is given by inserting the first and middle finger of the right hand between the thumb and fourth finger of the respondent's left, and describing a rotatory motion in the air with the little finger. N. B. Much practice is necessary to enable members to exchange this signal in such a manner as not to attract attention. 2nd. The Signal of Danger.--This signal is for use when Miss Jane, or any other foe-woman, heaves into sight. It consists in rubbing the nose violently, and at the same time giving three stamps on the floor with the left foot. It must be done with an air of unconsciousness. 3rd. The Signal for Consultation.--This signal is for use when immediate communication is requisite between members of the Society. It consists of a pinch on the back of the right hand, accompanied by the word "Holofernes" pronounced in a low voice. BY-LAW NO. 2. The members of the S. S. U. C. pledge themselves to inviolable secrecy about all Society proceedings. BY-LAW NO. 3 The members of the S. S. U. C. will bring their Saturday corn- balls to swell the common entertainment. BY-LAW NO. 4. Members having boxes from home are at liberty to contribute such part of the contents as they please to the aforementioned common entertainment. Here the By-Laws ended. There was much laughter over them, especially over the last. "Why did you put that in, Rosy?" asked Ellen Gray: "it strikes me as hardly necessary." "Oh," replied Rose, "I put that in to encourage Silvery Mary there. She's expecting a box soon, and I knew that she would pine to give the Society a share, but would be too timid to propose it; so I thought I would just pave the way." "How truly kind!" laughed Clover. "Now," said the President, "the entertainment of the meeting will begin by the reading of 'Trailing Arbutus,' a poem by C. E. C." Clover had been very unwilling to read the first piece, and had only yielded after much coaxing from Rose, who had bestowed upon her in consequence the name of Quintia Curtia. She felt very shy as she stood up with her paper in hand, and her voice trembled perceptibly; but after a minute she grew used to the sound of it, and read steadily. TRAILING ARBUTUS. I always think, when looking At its mingled rose and white, Of the pink lips of children Put up to say good-night. Cuddled its green leaves under, Like babies in their beds, Its blossoms shy and sunny Conceal their pretty heads.