the fire of his future renown; arduous and constant is the student's toil, now incited by the honors of collegiate preferment, now glowing with a love of classic lore, and again quickening his lagging spirits with the high expectations of a father's pride, or the emulous wishes of a sister's love. Surely, though much evil may mingle in his motives, yet he is not utterly wrong in whom such ambition finds place.

Another recitation-the last-another interval of gossip and the bell rings for prayers. Go in with us to the galleries, and see how our devotions here are conducted. There is less hurry than in the morning. See, they come in leisurely and sit waiting for the last stroke of the bell. Were it the Sabbath, you might expect to enjoy an exhibition of the musical capacities of our college choir when this chapter is finished; and then if it were a bright and pleasant evening, there should be a line of fair faces around these galleries: a fine anthem performed in the best style, forms no disagreeable entertainment of a Sabbath evening, though no female voices mingle in the melody. Nor be the Beethoven Club forgotten in these records of Yale-the Beethoven Club, choicest of the true sons of harmony, so familiar to our good citizens here, for their melody in concert and in serenade. Gentle sounds from the flute,

the viol and the "light guitar," touched by their fingers, have waked the slumbers of many a brighteyed maid, and for them the white kerchief has waved from many a half-opened lattice.

But we have gossipped the whole prayer-time. See, as the line of Professors in the order of age passes down the central aisle, with how evident good-will the reverential bow is given; how much better, notwithstanding the lament of croakers over the decay of college manners, than the stiff formal custom of those early times, when respect was meted out by the distance one might stand with his head covered from an officer, or the number of inches between the earth and the "os frontis." For our own part we never approach one whom we venerate as an instructor and father, without a cordial reverence, which has nothing to do with the constraints of fashion, and which legal enactments would tend only to dampen. True regard, we take it, must be something quite voluntary, and can never be influenced by legislation. Nor is the deep respect manifested by the sons of Yale wherever found, for their Alma Mater and its officers, a feeling which springs up subsequent to their residence here, or first elicited when they turn away for the last time from this classic abode. Though in the heat of youth restraints may be often broken, and the incontinence of early passions may not seldom disregard the

dictates of true respect, yet, year by year, it strengthens as a closer acquaintance reveals the real worth and character of those who are fathers in almost every respect, and the last earnest expression of gratitude is but the outgoing of feelings long and deeply cherished.

Away go the host to supper, and we leave them for a few moments. How deserted and still is this long range of buildings now that the buoyant occupants are gone;-it is so in vacation, as if some strange spell was on the place, and its inhabitants slumbered enchanted in the closed rooms. Could we in this silence ascend the height of some one of those towers on the recently constructed Library Hall, we should witness a sunset that might almost vie with the mellow evening of Italy, nor indeed is it without beauty from this level. The gilded clouds stream like banners over the distant plain and hill and rocky battlement, seeming more distant through this hazy atmosphere, the reflected light shines flame-like from the western windows; and even the dust which yonder wagon raises in these unpaved streets is tinged with fiery rays like threads of gold.

Again they return, the pleasures of the evening repast being over, and relax from the duties of the day by a pleasant talk during twilight. There

is a long row sitting on the fence-some twenty laughing and joking, not now upon the subjects of study, nor yet upon the more exciting. theme of college politics. And under this huge elm is seen a decade stretching themselves listlessly upon the grass to while away the time till the approach of night. How many old memories will lie clustered at its foot when we are scattered and gone. The right merry laugh, the good joke, the amusing tale-all are associated here, and the jars and jolts of college life have here been cordially forgotten in the quiet good humor of this even-tide.

And such, day by day, and summer after summer, is the life of the student at Yale as an observer might hastily gather it. Nor let the reader deem it too jovial and free for the man of letters, for these are but the lighter scenes in it, beneath which are concealed his severe labors. His toil is unseen, conducted in the seclusion of his chamber; it is only the gatherings and masses that the eye of the spectator can reach. So is the hasty observation of outward appearances ever delusive.

SECTION II.

COLLEGE CUSTOMS.

We have taken a cursory glance at every-day life, as exhibited at our University, but there must obviously be many things which go to give it its character, which are peculiar to times and seasons, and do not therefore belong to such a description as we have already attempted. College life, as well as life elsewhere, has its eras, its anniversaries, its days which stand out as landmarks in our recollections of the past, a knowledge of which is important to a proper estimate of college man

ners.

If there be a general character to our daily occupations, there is not therefore a disagreeable sameness in the round of our pursuits. There is ever something of new and engrossing interest to relieve the tedium which a perpetual repetition of tasks tends to produce even in minds most devoted to learning.

TUTORING THE FRESHMEN.

The ancient customs of subordination among the classes, though long since abrogated, still preserve a part of their power over the students not