Smyrna times., 1855-02-21
Original Artiflt,
Written for the Smyrna Times.
COLL LEG GE TIM ES.
BY JOGGLEs.

Or all the happy times in mans existence
from childhood, wreathed in flowers, strewn
with buds and blossoms, shaded now with
tear and now joyous with a smile, to hoary old
age tottering on his staff, bent with the weight
Of pressing years and burdened with load of
anxious cares-those times are the times, when
merry youths light of heart and free of wing,
meet in welcome bands within the loved halls
of their Alma Mater.
Youth is the time to learn-the time to store
the granary of the mind-to fill the hopper of
the mill of life-ere manhood shall hoist the
gate and "let her slide"
Yet, must care and burden,
Toll and trouble,
Ever be their lot
Must, then, ease and pleasure,
Fun and leisure,
Away be forgot!
Kind friends, say nay. Man of the world, op-
pressed with business, think of thy youth, and
! tell me, nay. Father, who wouldst have thy
son man in spirit as in thought, bright and
happy, as the MONDAY sun, shedding light and
! lite where'er he goes-say you, nay. Mother,
who wouldst keep thy "pride," boy while yet
| man, answer, nay. Maiden, bright and love-
| ly, sweet vision of our waking dreams, 4" star OF
our boyhood," and hope of our life-maidcn,
whisper, nay.
"What tho little fun he has,
With joke and sport aud a that;
| ,- An honest man, tho full of fun,
| Is king of men for a that
For a that. and a that
! "A mons mon, for a that"
! College is a mcrocosm-a world within world.
There is work TO be done-and there is fun to
be-.
Study on and study ever, through the long,
long, weary day" Dive deep into the gushing
fonts of Homer or Horace, and bring up from
the poetic abyss the hidden beauties, rich in
the noble, patriotic, glowing thought, clothed
now with all the melting pSthos of 'Scio'f
Bard !" now firing each heart with thrilling
emotion, unfolding mighty deeds of men and
arms. Pore over the intricate twists Of Euclid
seeking in vain 10 unravel his magic cord.-
n Revel in the charms of Logic clear" and
Rhetoric, easy gliding as the meadow brook
Toll on, brave toiler on science way. Toll, til
the sun shall have sunk to his couch--yon wavy
mass of stately pines rocking in the distance
Toll, till the glimmering wick burns low, ant
low, and, with flash, totters--fals, and all il
!. dark, with an unearthly smell of--smoking tai
] low! Toll. till yon footsteps of the argus-eyeC
! Professor shall have died in the quiet distance
and the breathless silence OF shady night reign
around. Toll, till the noiseless tread of -" com
!. rades dear" comes tripping in shoeless fee
d along the hall, and the well-known tap is tap
G ping at your door, and then toll no MORE
!" Homer lie thou there. old man, and dare not pc
]. = a line Of what thou see'st this night! Eucli
4 pillow thy couch on this soft plank: Study
d ayaunt, ri have no more. Enter ye, congeni'
y spirits of darkness, aud show thy GRIMM
- phzes The door is opened, and half doze
r. merry "juniors,' decked in all the fancy CO
d, tunes of inaginaton's airy fight, blacked al
n masked, and ready for the fun. They crow
D. around the glowing fire, and, in "cOuns
=" COOL" concoct the mischief for the night,
-, Reader. ID a.g9 s'lF eTaass
ot ..tf 9."We will play the spy, STA. -
~ 4 dasogi And learn the bloody plot" ~
II, The freshman IS are to be ducked. No seor