LOTOS CAMP.

We ate the lotos day by day,

Till not a care could weary us,

And time as lightly on us lay

As tho' life ne'er were serious.

O happy days, on shady shores,

Books, breezy waves, and laziness !

O happy nights, when dripping oars

Gleamed in the moonlit maziness !

Again I 'm drifting thro' the night,

Far off the camp-fires wavering,

And shadowy forms move in their light,

With merry music favoring;

Then note by note the music dies,

I watch the camp-light perishing,

And learn that in my heart there lies

No scene more worth its cherishing.

Yale Record.ATTENTION is called to the advertisement of Dr. Tourjee's Conservatory of Music on page vii. This establishment is well adapted to meet the musical wants of Harvard men.