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Will contain serial stories by Charles Egbert Craddock, author of "The Prophet of the Great Smoky Mountains," "In the Tennessee Mountains," etc. Henry James, "The Princess Casomassina" will continue until August, 1886. William H. Bishop, author of "The House of a Merchant Prince." James Russell Lowell will write for the Atlantic Monthly for 1886. John Fiske will contribute papers on United States History. Philip Gilbert Hamerton will furnish a series of articles comparing French and English people, character, opinions, customs, etc. Thomas Bailey Aldrich will contribute some short stories...
...following are the Princeton class-day officers for 1886: Master of ceremonies, C. M. DeCamp; president, M. C. Fleming; secretary, T. Evans, Jr.; orator, C. R. Erdman; poet, A. S. Mapes; ivy orator, J. Cashman; memorial orator, A. W. Durell; presentation orator, J. H. Gaines; prophet. W. S. Elder; censor, P. Bailey; historian, S. Paton...
...tell the truth, ever since I wrote the first paragraph of this desultory essay, I have been seeking to find a place to insert a portion of a dream I had a few nights ago. It may be wearisome, but I am bent on making it public. "The prophet that bath a dream let him tell it," says Jeremiah. You, my kind but tired reader, I advise to stop at the end of this sentence. For I warn you,- there are no angels, or robbers, or Frenchmen's calculus problems, or earthquakes to recommend my dream...
Thus it comes to pass that the Morgue is no longer a mere inanimate building. It becomes weirdly endowed with an awful personality. It is an explorer, it is an expounder, it is a preacher, it is a prophet, it is a stern moralist, it is a ghastly buffoon, it is a broken-hearted recording angel. Like some horrible ghoul, grinning and gibbering forever amid its dark mysteries, it stretches out awful hands to the wretched and the despairing throughout the vast, throbbing city, and whispers: "Come to me, come to me!" and they hear and shudder and turn cold...
Gentle, though erring prophet, the answer is because the 22d of February will come this year upon Sunday, and as the song tells us that "Every day will be Sunday bye and bye," we can confidently look forward to the time when the birthday of the another of that beautiful American fiction. The tale of the little hatchet, will be regularly observed by the college authorities...