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key to get into." "Make yourself at sweetest gravity.— University Herald.

home," she said, with

The expenses of the Vienna trip of the Cornell crew amounted to $2200. Of this amount $500 still remain ́unpaid.-Brunonian.

A young man in the Jardin des Plantes asked if the boa constrictor tied himself in a knot because he wanted to remember something.-Harvard Herald.

The bills announced that the "Edipus Tyranus" was "originally produced at Harvard College." Probably its presentations some thousands of years ago in Greece are only regarded as rebearsals.-Ex.

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NICCOLO MACHIAVELLI TO BRAMANTE, ARCHITECT TO POPE JULIUS I., AT ROME.

Messer Bramante mio:-We have no longer any politics in Florence, nor any aristocracy as in the time of the Medici. That family trusted to the luck of their name; but Florence would have none of them, and Piero had not the head for his position. He might have had the advantage of my brains if he had so chosen; but he had not wit enough to appreciate wit. The Magnificent was right when he said that he had three sons; the one good, the second crafty, the third a fool.

The good died young; Piero, the fool, has lost his inheritance ; it remains for the crafty cardinal to make good the prestige of his family. The chances are against him, yet he has something better than maccaroni under his tonsure, and I have always asserted that brains win. I watch the career of that young man with interest.

I have been grievously disappointed in Cæsar Borgia. It was for him that I wrote my Principe, for which I received so much unmerited criticism; because, forsooth, I had the boldness to assert that a prince must sometimes act the part of a beast, taking the part of the fox rather than that of the lion; and that a prudent prince ought not to keep his word except when he can do it without injury to himself. And is not that wise Prince, Ferdinand, the present King of Spain, also of my way of thinking? since when he heard that the King of France reproached him for having three times broken faith with him, he replied with pride, "The fool lies. "The fool lies. I have tricked him

above ten times."

Now, Cæsar Borgia had the audacity of a lion joined to the rascality of a fox, and I had hoped great things of him. He recognized the sagacity of my principles, nor was he hindered from putting them in practice by any so cowardly and stupid a thing as a conscience, and yet his fine, superb physical manhood is now a wreck, bloated and permeated through and through with the subtle poison which his family alone knows how to prepare, and whose effects they can only partially eradicate. And as though this were not enough, we know that he is an exile and a prisoner in a strange land.

Verily the ways of fate are past finding out. In reflecting upon his fall and that of Satan, I can but attribute them to the same cause, a lack of ruse and guile in the disguising of the end in view. Brains, my dear Bramante, brains are the loaded dice that win every game. I thought at one time during the years recently passed, that Savonarola was perhaps shrewder than he seemed, that he would succeed in tumbling

Alexander out of the Papal Chair, and in taking his seat therein as the Pope Angelico. But it seemed that the dolt never cared for the Papacy but only for saving souls. I have frequently thought that the cause of every man's success in life is owing to the temperature of his mind being in conformity to the times in which he lives. The people would have hailed Savonarola as a temporal tyrant; but they grew tired of his spiritual tyranny and so tossed him to the flames-Medici, Borgia, Savonarola, blunderers all! What name will the next wave bring to the surface?

But a truce to politics. You know this is a subject from which I can no more keep my thoughts than a greedy urchin can forbear thrusting his fingers into a pot of comfits. I am not so absorbed in my favorite pastime, however, but I can take an interest in all that interests my friends, especially in such matters as are flavored with a spice of intrigue, than which no condiment soever is better suited to my palate Touching, therefore, the matter concerning which you wrote me, I think that you, as chief architect to his Holiness, have indeed cause to fear the rivalry of Michael Angelo; for I am credibly informed that he is minded presently to journey toward Rome. Moreover, since it is the nature of Popes to be always meddling with works of art, marring and defacing the excellent things done in the Pontificates of those preceding, where they cannot improve them, and whereas they are a whimsical lot, not long contented with one object, or one workman, be he ever so excellent, you have sufficient cause, I say, to fear, having now continued in favor for some time, that this Michael Angelo will supplant you in the favor of his Holiness. I would suggest, therefore, that you search about for some new artist, who shall occupy himself with a line of work, as fresco-painting, not in any way interfering with your own architectural designs, but rather depending upon and aiding them; and that you make haste to introduce him to the Pope, and if possible ingratiate him into his favor, that,