Bell! Bell! Bell that rideth the breakers' crest, Bell of the shallows, tell, O tell: The swell and fall of foam on the sand, Storm in the face from sea to land, Roar of gray tempest: these, O bell, What say these of the West? Tell! O tell! Bell! Bell! Crowding the night with cries, O tell: What of the moorings in the silt? What of the blooms that drift and wilt? What of the sea-chest wrenched wide? Is it safe harbor by thy side? Bell that rideth the breakers' crest, What say these of the West? Tell! O tell! Bell! Bell! It is a dirge the bell is tolling, A dirge for the silent dead,-- With the cold sea rolling, rolling, rolling, Rolling each restless head. Bell that rideth the breakers' crest, O, when will they lie all quietly, Untossed by the slow sea-swell: Nor breakers brave on the great sea-beach, Nor ceaseless crash of the cresting sea, Nor booming headland's sullen knell, Nor bell, for elegy? When is the last tide out of the West, And the last restless dream for each? Tell! O tell! Toll! toll! toll! Toll for the ebbing tide: Toll for the lives that outward ride: Toll for the deep-delved cold sea-seat: Night in the West at every beat! Toll! toll! BRAYLEY--WINSLOW--JONES. In this group of young writers, the editors present what seems to them to be the best work done by students or young graduates of the University while unquestionably under her influence. They wish there were work by more such writers to present. Possibly there is more that has not yet been brought to their attention. Berton Brayley has written extensively for newspapers. He has facility in rhyme and the knack of "hitting off" a verse that well fits an occasion. One has the feeling, however, that there is a power and seriousness to the man that have not yet found adequate expression. Perhaps in the next ten years the qualities of ease, leisureliness, and reflection will assert themselves more in his poetry. But from the first there has been a wholesome tone about his work. Horatio Winslow, son of Chief Justice J. B. Winslow, showed marked ability while an undergraduate. He was a collaborator in the writing of a play which was presented by University students. As with Mr. Brayley, we would say of him that his best work has not yet been published. There is power and strength and grace latent in him that have not yet found expression, but that are unmistakably foretold in the things he has already produced.