SECTION 1. A DAY IN COLLEGE. THERE is indeed deep truth in that most common of college proverbs-that this is a world in miniature. Here, within the enclosure of these venerable walls are mingled and crowded together the elements of human society as it exists in the broad field of life. The same mingled emotions, hope, fear, anxiety, recklessness-the same scheming, intriguing, and plotting,—the same jealousies, envies, disappointments, which make the sum total of human misery, and the same friendship, and manliness, and faithful honest endeavor which give to men of riper years their true nobility. The history of a day here as elsewhere is an index, a fair ensample of all other days, and affords in its passing hours a glance at college character and college life as it moves on year by year, and generation after generation, at our home of YALE. Come let us peep at the unconscious inhabitants amid the business and pastimes of this glorious summer day. A faint light gleams up amid the eastern clouds as we stand on the Chapel balustrade-see yonder over the dark masses of foliage -and the stars there are going out, but everything is quiet yet amid the repose of well earned slumber. Who shall say at what hour the last of all these unconscious sleepers closed his aching eyes over the pages of his study ?—but they are equally quiet now. Within a few yards of us are more than two hundred men, and there are dreams of home, and love, and minds wandering from these events of life here in a thousand fantastic imaginings. But there's a magic that shall speedily recall them, for the genius of emulation keeps watch, and the genius of college law, less rigorous, perhaps, but of more extended sway-see already as the sunlight begins to purple the morning clouds there's a light gleams out at that corner window, and hark the clatter of a Dutch clock rattling away a most hideous alarm to the infinite amusement no doubt of the already busy owner. Ha! ha! old faithful monitor, thy call is needless, and thou gettest more wrath than thanks for this time. Wilt never have done with thy "two yards of ringing ?"-an alarm clock with a verity, the first unfortunate that heard thy unearthly clamors must have believed thee indeed a piece of infernal mechanism, and every luckless mortal that has since then sprung up from his slumbers at thy call has no doubt wished thee with thy master. And another light there in the room |