Concio ad Clerum was preached in the North Church, on Tuesday, July 28th, by the Rev. Mr. BRAINARD, of Lyme. The anniversary of 9. B. K. was celebrated in the North Church, Wednesday, July 29th. The Oration was pronounced by WENDELL PHILLIPS, the Poem by Mr. FINCH. We heard that it passed off with its customary éclat, and that the Church was even more densely crowded than the Hall of the Society on its regular nights. For the following interesting account of the Regatta, we are indebted to the kindness of the present Commodore, WM. P. BACON: "The Annual Regatta of the Yale Navy took place on Monday, July 27th, at 4 o'clock, P. M. Three boats for the racing prize, viz: the Olympia, (Scientific Department,) 8 oars; the Nereid, ('56,) 6 oars; and the Wenona, (60,) 6 oars. The distance rowed was a little over three miles, and the time as follows: Nereid, 22 m. 51 secs. Olympia, 22 m. 52 secs. Wenona, 23 m. 16 secs. The Judges were Messrs. Dwight and Stevens, of '54; the latter an ex-Commodore, and the referee, Mr. Scoville, the Commodore. An allowance of 11 seconds per oar was made in favor of the 6 oared boats. The Olympia drew the inside position, the Nereid the second, and the Wenona the outside. The boats started beautifully, the Olympia leading and followed closely by her competitors. The crew of the Nereid, finding they could not gain the inside position before reaching the stake-boat, relaxed their efforts somewhat, allowing the Olympia to turn some five or six lengths in advance of them, to insure themselves a clear turn. Rounding the stake-boat in the order of their respective positions at the start, the homestretch became intensely exciting. The Nereid gradually regained her position abreast of the Olympia, and thus they came up the harbor and passed the Commodore's boat amid the cheers of the thousands of spectators whom the pleasantness of the day and the certainty of an unusually close contest for the championship of our waters, had drawn forth. The execution of the crew of the Wenona, who, it 1. Missionary. will be seen, lost the race by only a few seconds, excited much admiration and gave abundant promise of their rendering a yet more satisfactory account of themselves ere long. After the race, a contest for a drill prize took place, which was awarded to the Thulia. Six boats entered for this prize. The presentation of the prizes, a set of silk boat-flags, and a pair of boat-hooks, was performed by the Commodore, from the steps of the Pavilion, and was accompanied by a very happy and effective address from Mr. Tyler, of '57. For the present flourishing condition of our Navy, much praise is doubtless due our last Commodore, Mr. Scoville. The success of our last Regatta abundantly attests his energy and devotion to its interests. Three fine boats have been added to our Navy during the Summer-the Olympia, 8 oared, and the Varunah and Wenona, each 6 oars, the former built by Ingersoll, of New York; the latter by James, of Brooklyn. During our last vacation, the Transit, 6 oars, was sold to a club in Springfield, Mass. The Annual Election of general Officers of the Navy took place on Monday, Sept. 30th, and resulted in the following choice: Commodore, WILLIAM P. BACON, First Fleet Captain, ROBERT J. CARPENTER, Statement of Facts took place as usual on the first Wednesday of the term. "Gentlemen who had recently entered College," seemed to be largely edified by the number and importance of the facts produced; one whom we noticed taking notes, however, seemed to consider the question rather intricate towards the close. On the appearance of the Banner, victory was declared in favor of the Brothers in Unity, they having a majority of twenty-nine in the Freshman Class. While on the topic of Societies, no apology is needed for inserting the following interesting extract from a letter of Mr. Gilman, to the President of the Linonian Society, having as it does a general interest for the whole College world. "To the President of the Linonian Society: "DEAR SIR:-You are aware that before my departure for Europe, in March last, I was requested by the Linonian Society to expend for them a large amount of money in some work or works of Fine Arts, for the decoration of the Society's Debating Hall. After visiting all the celebrated Museums of Rome, and conferring with good judges of Sculpture and Painting, among whom I may name Mr. Cass, the American Minister at Rome, Mr. Page, the celebrated Portrait Painter, and Mr. Terry, a distinguished Artist from Hartford, Conn., nothing seemed to be more appropriate for the Hall of the Society, than copies of two ancient statues, renowned for their beauty and their history. I refer to a statue of Demosthenes, now standing in the Museum of the Vatican Palace in Rome, and a statue of Sophocles, now standing in the Museum of the Lateran Palace of the same city. “Making known to Mr. E. S. Bartholomew, a native of Colchester, in this State, and an Artist who is in the foremost rank of American Sculptors, my desire to procure for the Linonian Society copies of the above mentioned statues, Mr. Bartholomew, with a courtesy and generosity which I am sure not the Society only but the entire College will appreciate, expressed a willingness to execute these works without compensation for his own services. The statues are to be full length, in marble of the purest and finest character, and one of them is probably completed before this. The other may be expected next spring. The beauty of the original figures, the celebrity with which they are known throughout Europe, and the ability of our distinguished countryman, who has charge of the work, may assure the Society that no ordinary decorations are soon to be added to their Hall. I rejoice, as a Linonian, that so good a policy as the encouragement of art, and the development of taste, has been thus successfully inaugurated. I am, dear Sir, Very truly yours, DANIEL C. GILMAN. Yale College Library, Sept. 22d, 1857. The sad duty devolves upon us to chronicle the probable demise of that ancient and venerable institution, the Foot-Ball game. Our heart beat high with joy when we saw the following notice, written in a clerkly hand, conspicuous on the Lyceum wall: SOPHOMORES! The Class of '61 hereby challenge the Class of '60, to a game of FootBall. Best two in three. In behalf of the Class, R. L. CHAMBERLIN, Replied to as follows: JAMES W. MCLANE, Committee. "Come, And like sacrifices in their trim To the fire-eyed maid of smoky war, All hot and bleeding will we offer you." To our youthful friends of the Class of sixty-one: We hereby accept your challenge to play the noble and time-honored game of Foot-Ball, and appoint 24 o'clock, P. M., on Saturday, Oct. 10th, 1857; and the Foot-Ball grounds as time and place. In behalf of the Class of sixty, But, alas, for youth's delirious fire! The star of battle waned and died out under the colder influence of age, and a prohibition of the Faculty underwrote an impassable FINIS to these warlike messages. Editor's Table. LECTOR BENEVOLE :-We wish we could throw right into your heart and soul the bracing jollity, the incomparable vigor of this autumn morning. Would that we could catch on our page the inspiriting sunlight that dances everywhere on the college green, playing hide and seek among the elms, and, like the lamp in the Arabian Nights, turning all it touches into gold. Would that we could metamorphose our pen into an Eolian bag, let out this invigorating autumn breeze into that close room, and all around that odious coal stove, where you will sit, "make you feel the wild pulsation that you felt before the strife," and instill into your languid blood the music and the strength of the out-of-doors. What old fools those poets were who prated of "the pale descending year," "the melancholy days," "prospects desolate and faded woods!" All dawdling sentimentalists who would dare to stain a fair page with such fustian, (“'tis trash, 'tis lucky, and lucky 'tis, 'tis trash," as Mullion would say,) deserve to be treated like Dan DeFoe in pillory, or, in a more Christian spirit, to be well shook up by a tramp of ten miles this very morning. Let them see the forests decked with vestments gayer than Angelica Highflyer's ball dress, resplendent with varying colors, compared to which Joseph's coat was a drab; let them see half a hundred children rustling among the leaves, hear their shouts when the chestnuts and hickory nuts rattle to the ground, their joyous laughter as it re-echoes along the wandering avenues of the wood; let them go to a real old fashioned husking match, when the corn stands yellow on the shocks, the rich red pumpkins gleaming in the sunlight, giving fair promise of toothsome pie, goodnatured jokes flying from mouth to mouth, the girl blushing and hiding her face when she husks a red ear; let them sit at the homely board, “Twixt the gloaming and the mirk when the kye come hame," where with the plenteous fare, the wise maxims of experience are meted out,— and, thank Heaven, this is no fancy picture,-then let him who dare, say that in this flood-tide of health, youth and merriment, there is one jot or tittle of sobersided, long-faced melancholy. Now if they were talking of a rainy spell, one of those lowering, drizzling, miserable, killing horrors, When a blanket wraps the day, we would be with them. The very idea is suffocating,-worse than pork and beans to a vegetarian, cold codfish to an epicure, or a hearty dinner in company to a miss of sixteen. Bah! "Page, laquais, novice, enfant de choeur, levron de l'Antechrist, donne moi a boire," exclaim we, with wicked old Beroalde de Verville, at the mere thought. Let us pass on. Thinking of poetry, reminds as that among the vast and ever increasing shoals of communication that this most noted Magazinity receives from various quar ters of the [un] known world, we must mention a new edition of Locksley Hall, by A-d T-n, but which he has thought best to alter to "South College." Contrary to the old proverb, we will take two bites to this cherry, and not then eat it all. Bite No. 1. "When I looked into the future with profound prognostication, Saw myself a new-fledged graduate spouting forth a high oration, Bite No. 2. "Ass! again the dream, the fancy, aрos Twv Ocwr! blitzendonners! et cetera. This is not as bad as it might be, and does well enough for a speci men of a kind of literature we sadly lack in college, namely, humorous poetry. Why must we forever harp on love, and maidens, and moonlight, and gloamings, and heart, and soul, and despair, and-and-and-. A good hearty laugh is better any time than all the whining and sniffling that Byron and Keats ever gave rise to. Give your diaphragm a good shake three or four times a day, and if you don't live to a good old age, take our tile. Lying on our table is a communication from Job Silper, Esquire, Lawyer in Swinesboro', containing divers and sundry complaints on the part of Timothy Phlipps, gent., against Bulinda, his wife. Verily his tribulations are dolorous, but what excuse could we make to many a fair one whose eyes (we hope) will glance over this page, if we were thus ruthlessly to rend aside the veil that hangs over the yuvaikwvirns, and expose the wiles and subtleties of the sex, Let us recommend to the pestered Timothy that ancient song, "Gif yure wiffe sall be a shrew, sir, Skirling o'it ne'er will do sir, Sin' thairby you may not luse her, "By the blessed rod!" We can write no word more to-day; the afflatus is past. Let us wipe our pen, shut the book and sink into silence for another month. But no! We cannot do this before we beg the indulgence of our kind friends, the subscribers, for keeping them waiting so long, but "circumstances over which we have no control," la force des choses, the immovable edict of the Parcæ, the iron fetters of necessity, anything, everything, have conspired together to keep you waiting. 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