The Ehemist.

The chemist is a jolly man,
Whose heart is just as kind,
Whose spirit is as free from guile,
As any soul you'll find.

The darling of the chemist's heart,
Of course, is sweet mispickle,
And ere from her he'd ever part,
He'd give his hoarded nickel.

For her he spends his hard-earned store, He longs to call her bride;

And he has bought the wedding gown

Of warmest new ox-(h)-ide.

But still Ann Hydride claims his love,

And madly bellows she

That for this man she always has

A great affinity.

And Ethyl Hydride, too, is mashed,
And of him claims a section;

While Aunty Mony at him casts

The glances of affection.

And Molly Cule asks, too, a share

Of his regard, so placid;

But, most of all, he's madly loved

By Polly Basic Acid.

"OH.NO," he cries, "I cannot love

You darling creatures more,

And, truly, I can hardly see
Just what you doH2 SO4"

"O, HOH," she says; "I understand; You've met-a-phosphate here,

And now your love has flown away;
The case is very Claire."

"You're too precipitate," says he,

The iron in his soul; "Mispickle is my only love

You'd better wed Benzol."

"You lye, base dog!" she fairly yelled; "You are a (s)-chaly-beate!

I KNO, that you're a geyser now—
The Deville take you, cheat!"

He heaved a Si, and sadly said: "Come, have a dish of T;

I Cavendish up as fine a drink

As one will often C."

"I'll take a Saussure, too," she said;

"It is so Farraday,

I guess I'll put my Bonnet on

And Reinsch myself away."

She then arose and drank two quartz-
'Tis good for flesh and BoN.-
She did not scruple thus to drink
A dram that made her groan.

She started toward the Ingenhouz

I never saw her more;

I'll bet a cent-i-metre

Upon the golden shore.

An Idyl of a Seven-Dollar Silk Hat.

S. MEXICANO-Gentlemen of '84: It gives me great pleasure to say, that in your company I feel perfectly at home. You all remind me, by® your intelligent looks, of my companions of the Far West, with whom I used to herd the festive kine. (Great applause.)

H. RIND-Now, boys, I have got something to say, and yet don't know exactly what, and yet I think I have got something to say. In my opinion the class of '84 is the greatest institution of Adelbert College. Our . past record is but a series of triumphs over faculty and classes; for instance, the time we all cut, and went down to Stow Lake, and what an awful tear we did have; and when we came back how tired the Profs looked, and finally, taking pity on them, we offered to go to recitations on the holidays of the next 8 weeks, and they accepted; and after that,