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 of the day did their best, but facts have shown since that even the great accommodation given by the present imposing building is utterly insufficient for the present Medical School. They had not sufficient thought for the possible vast increase in the number of students of Medicine in this University.

The complete design of the Medical Buildings comprises a great academic hall, immediately behind that portion of the Quadrangle facing the spectator in our illustration. Sir Alexander Grant con­cludes mournfully thus :—“But as yet a great gulf still separates the University from the fruition of its long-cherished desire for an Academic Hall—a gulf only to be spanned by a golden bridge of £70,000.” The gulf has now been spanned, we are thankful to say, through the liberality and munificence of Mr William M'Ewan, M.P. The erection of the M'Ewan Hall will fitly mark the conclusion to the labours of many years, by the addition to our University of one of the finest halls in the United Kingdom. The student of the last decade, taking another peep at the haunts of his student days, will scarcely recognise in the present University, with its Medical School, its Academic Hall, and its Union, the college at which he studied, with whose cramped and scant assistance he qualified for the pro­fession to which he belongs.

It is dusk! And the gale Doth exhale Scent of musk; And the rain Falls again, Distilling sweets from blossoms of vervain.

A festive din Comes from within, A dancing tune, Of violin And deep bassoon; My horses champ Their bits, and stamp On turf that echoes hoof-sounds dull and damp.

In moon-mist She will pass, O’er this grass To her tryst; To this yew Of sombre hue She'll loiter from the lime-tree avenue.

A figure steals With lifted skirt, To shun the spurt Of mud from wheels And ’neath her heels. ’Tis she, I vow, Approacheth now, Tip-toe, no crush of grass, nor crack of bough.

“ Love ! art thou here ? On bended knee Awaiteth thee, Thy cavalier! Thine arms around My neck close wound, Thus to the saddle I lift thee from the ground.” H. D’A. B.