Resurgam.

Hear the cry of the pewking babes!

While deploring the loss of our patriarchs, and patri-familiarasses, we nevertheless feel it incumbent on us to deprecate their remarks as regards the infantile conditions at Weir House.

We have it on good authority that, "the freshers in the House are an excellent body of young men who will be a shining light and a guide to older residents."

Owing to the departure of our hoary vigintiduodenarians, we regret that there are no more comic papers left in the House. Such favourites as the "Soupanam," a paper for sex-starved adolescents embodying the humorous adventures of a medical man in search of love, and the "Roburian"—to name only two-are nowmissing-no doubt owing to the departure of those responsible for their subject matter and publication.

Woe! Woe! Our men are gone! They have dispensed with the long flowing robes of babyhood, and gone into knickerbockers and rompers. This is evidenced by the remarks in the boyish outburst, entitled "Ave Atque Vale." It quite reminds us of "Eric," or "Little by Little."

Be good little boys! Now you have gone from the sheltering precinctsof Weir House into the hard cold world. Remember not to expectorate onpavements, and always, give up your seat to a lady. You are growing to be big boys now, and you ought to know better.

And, if there are any points as regards morals, manners, or matters of personal hygiene about which you are ignorant, please apply for information to the Babes James of Weir House. Though, of course, we should regard you with scorn-for you are not as other men-but nati incertis patribus.