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FAIR HARVARD: 
 
 A STORY OF 
 
 AMERICAN COLLEGE LIFE, 
 
 < Quorum cognitio studiosis juveuibus si non maguam utilitatem afferet at 
 certe, quod magis petimus, bonam voluiitatein." 
 
 NEW YORK: 
 
 0.1 P U T NAM & SON. 
 
 LONDON: 8 . Low, Sox & M A R 8 T o N . 
 
 1860. 
 
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 Entered according to Act of Congress, in tho year 18G9, by 
 
 G. P. PUTNAM & SON, 
 
 In the Clerk s office of the District Court of the United States, for the 
 Southern District of New York. 
 
PREFACE. 
 
 THIS story, the product of hours wrested from severe 
 professional labors, the author offers to the Public with 
 out diffidence. 
 
 The opinion of those friends whose criticism he most 
 values, he has already taken. 
 
 " I should advise you," said one, "to commit what you 
 have written/ (the labor of some months,) "to the flames, 
 or to the North River," sive flamma sive man libel Hadri- 
 ano "and to throw off something more worthy of your 
 powers. " 
 
 "I should recommend you, added the other, "to ap 
 pend a tabular view of the college studies to your story, so 
 as to give the book, at least, a certain value." 
 
 Thus urged, the author feels it to be a crime to keep his 
 work lonprer from the Public. 
 
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CONTENTS. 
 
 CHAPTER PAGE 
 
 I. WATERLOO i 
 
 II. INFERNO 25 
 
 III. CHRONICLES 42 
 
 IV. THE STAGE 52 
 
 V. LE MONDE 72 
 
 VI. CRICHTON 83 
 
 VII. PRINCJPIA 97 
 
 VIII. LA BOHEME 11- 
 
 IX. THE PUMP S TALE 132 
 
 X. THE WAR PATH 143 
 
 XL IN MKMORIAM i6c 
 
 XII. THE SPECTRE STUDENTS i6S 
 
 XIII. THE ROMAN DINNER 182 
 
 XIV. PYRRHA 214 
 
 XV. ORE ROTUNDO . . . 228 
 
 XVI. TRAFALGAR. . 242 
 
VI CONTENTS. 
 
 CHAPTEli 
 
 XVII. NEWPORT 256 
 
 XVIII. CELESTE 263 
 
 XIX. PAPAXTI S 266 
 
 XX. OLYMPUS 288 
 
 XXL A BORGIA 296 
 
 XXII. ALMA VENUS 302 
 
FAIR HARVARD. 
 
 CHAPTER I. 
 
 Ne pueri, ne tanta ariimis assuescite bella." 
 
 BOUT six o clock P. M. on the first of Septem 
 ber, 185-, a large number of persons were 
 collected around the Delta of Harvard College. 
 The walks edging the green were thronged with men, and 
 the streets blocked with carriages from Boston and the 
 neighboring country. 
 
 These bore a fair freight of laughing girls, accompanied 
 by a chaperon or an obliging father. Near the central 
 point of the south side of the Delta a barouche was sta 
 tioned, in which were seated two young ladies, surrounded 
 by a group of gentlemen. 
 
 "Arn t those Sophomores ever coming, Mr. Morris? 
 They are making us wait a long time," said one of the 
 ladies to a gentleman, whose air of sedate superiority pro 
 claimed him a Senior of the college. 
 
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 1 " there they 1 "ate; MisaT Campbell. You can just see 
 them coming down the middle walk of the college yard," 
 replied Mr. Morris, carefully adjusting a scholarly eyeglass. 
 As he spoke, a long line of young men became visible 
 through the trees, rapidly winding towards the Green. 
 Their raiment was limited to a shirt, trousers, and an ine 
 briated stove-pipe hat, on which the name of their class, 
 185-, was cut in letters of appalling magnitude. They 
 were marching two and two, and kept harmonious time to 
 the chorus of "Left, left, left her far behind mz," a strain 
 heard not infrequently by the startled burghers of breezy 
 Boston, and echoed yearly by the hills of Lake Quinsiga- 
 mond. 
 
 "Isn t this splendid, Nell?" asked a handsome girl with 
 a classical face who was seated beside Miss Campbell, and 
 watching everything with great interest. And indeed the 
 scene was not without beauty. On the right of the carriage, 
 beyond the Green, rose the square, substantial houses of 
 the gentry of Cambridge, half hidden among vines and 
 shrubbery, and shaded with venerable trees. Towards the 
 left could be seen the brick walls of Holworthy, one of the 
 college dormitories, an angle of Hollis, or Massachusetts, 
 with glimpses of the Library and old University Building. 
 The sun was just setting, and the thick trees beyond the 
 Green were sifting its golden sands. The men crowding 
 the walks were all in high spirits, many of them chatting 
 with the ladies in the carriages, and the rest debating with 
 each other with eager gesture. 
 
 Among them, the Seniors and Juniors of the college were 
 
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 easily distinguished, as they sauntered magnificent, ambro 
 sial, some whom love of glory inspired, others gathered to 
 witness the ensuing foot-ball game as a spectacle, and 
 criticise the men of the year who were now to win their 
 spurs. 
 
 That fence is one of the goals, " remarked Mr. Morris, 
 pointing to the wooden bars which divide from Quincy 
 Street the base of the triangle. "The other is that path 
 which runs across the Delta near its apex, where the 
 Freshmen are standing. Which side do you favor, Miss 
 Leigh ?" he^ added, addressing the girl seated by Miss 
 Campbell. 
 
 "How young the Freshmen are!" answered the girl, 
 looking with a feeling of pity at the body of young fellows 
 huddled confusedly together, who had begun to pull off 
 their coats and waistcoats and to gird up their loins, " I do 
 hope they will beat." 
 
 "Three cheers for the class of 5-!" shouts a sturdy 
 Sophomore, the leader of that long column, which, filing 
 past Holworthy, across Cambridge Street, through the gate 
 of the Delta, has passed towards its eastern fence, and 
 doubling and closing stands in crowded phalanx. 
 
 Three cheers and a tiger are given by the Sophs, who 
 toss their hats high in air, while their ranks, impetuous, yet 
 disciplined, sway, and distend, and gather. 
 
 "Three cheers for the class of 5-!" cries a fine look 
 ing fellow on the opposite side, and three rousing cheers 
 burst from the Freshman lines, which effort of vocal power 
 
4 Fair Harvard. 
 
 is chastened with clapping of hands and ironical laughter 
 by the Sophs. 
 
 "Who is that Freshman?" asked Miss Campbell of Mr. 
 Morris. The latter, albeit somwhat annoyed by such ill- 
 directed curiosity, turned his eye-glass with difficult courtesy 
 towards the body of children. 
 
 " I really can t tell you, Miss Campbell," he answered, 
 I m not in the way of meeting these young fellows, and 
 yet, now I look at him, I fancy I ve seen him somewhere ; 
 why it must be young Saulsbury ; I know his uncle very 
 well. That Sophomore, the other champion, is Seaborn, 
 a Harvard man, and I m told a very good fighter. That 
 big fellow near him is Ned Bilger ; he is a rowing man 
 too ; and there s a man whom I think you know, Brand- 
 reth; he is every way their best man," and Mr. Morris 
 pointed out on the edge of the Sophomore wave a youth of 
 middle height, dark face, and agile as a cat. 
 
 " Have you ever been at one of these games before," he 
 continued, turning to Miss Leigh. 
 
 " Look, they have begun," cries the girl in her excite 
 ment, not hearing Mr. Morris. The Sophomores have won 
 the pitch, the kick-off is theirs ; a fierce yell : "Are you 
 
 rea dy?" "Yes," is shouted back, and the next moment 
 
 Seaborn has struck the ball. It rises with a long graceful 
 curve, and spans much of the vacant interval. Before the 
 two armies join, we will pause a moment to compare their 
 numbers and chances of success. About eighty men are 
 ranged on each side. The larger portion of each body is 
 chiefly useful in giving weight, but conspicuous in either 
 
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 van are a score or more of vigorous young fellows, emu 
 lous of fame, on whom the brunt of battle is to fall. The 
 Sophomores have the advantage of being a year older than 
 the Freshmen, and their martial uniform makes. the match 
 appear even more unequal. This causes the sympathies 
 of most of the spectators to side somewhat unfairly with the 
 latter, who, though less boisterous, are no contemptible op 
 ponents. The line of battle of the Sophomores is more 
 extended than the Freshmen s ; and their fighting men, 
 confident of success, are scattered along the front. Their 
 younger rivals are more compact, and in their centre stand 
 five or six of their best men, a nucleus around which the 
 rest cluster. Conspicuous in this group is Saulsbury, the 
 boy whose name Miss Campbell had asked ; a fine look 
 ing fellow, whose light hair, blue eyes, and clear skin 
 prove him a New Englander, while his unconscious grace 
 shows him an adept in athletic sports. 
 
 "Remember, Van Courtland and Rakeman ; we must 
 keep together, " says Saulsbury, as the ball curves towards 
 them, turning to two boys near him, the one a handsome 
 fellow with regular features and a sharp New York accent, 
 the other a boy whose dark eyes and quick words and 
 gestures could belong only to a Southerner. 
 
 Bravo, Bowyer I" shout the Freshmen, as a vigorous 
 kick from a burly fellow with a thick neck and huge chest 
 drives the ball nearly back to the Sophomore lines. At 
 the blow the whole Freshman body, with loud huzzas 
 shouting the name of their class, rush forward to meet the 
 Sophomores, who are fiercely bearing down upon them, 
 
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 yelling wildly and brandishing a hundred fists in air. 
 Swiftly each army spurs itself on. The ball rises but twice 
 more. The two bodies crush madly together over it, and 
 men are bowled over, trampled on, scramble up, thrust, 
 push, kick, strike, fall and rise again with aching joints, 
 battered noses, and darkened eyes. All along the lines 
 burst shrieks of rage or shouts of triumph, which mingle 
 with the voices of the spectators, as with cries of " Go in 
 Freshmen/ " Sophs," " 185-" " bravo," and clapping of 
 hands, they urge on the game. 
 
 A few moments more and nothing can be seen in the 
 centre but a surging, swaying mass though to the right 
 and left, the skirts of the fight present frequent private en 
 counters, where more skill is shown, exchanges are made, 
 and men knocked down with method. Soon gaps are 
 seen in the Freshman lines, as the Sophomore fighting 
 men press through the yielding wings. In the centre of 
 the fight, however, where the ball rests, the Freshmen still 
 hold their own. Here Saulsbury, Bowyer, Van Courtland, 
 and Rakeman are gathered with the best men of the class, 
 striking fiercely, and taking blows sullenly, watching their 
 opportunity. Suddenly Bowyer seizes the ball in his arms, 
 and lowering his head like a battering ram breaks through 
 the weak Sophomore centre, and makes towards the goal. 
 With a loud shout Saulsbury and his friends press through 
 the breach. Bowyer gains but a few yards when Seaborn 
 grasps him by the shoulder. Bowyer hurls the ball to 
 wards the goal and grapples fiercely with his enemy. The 
 Sophomore trips him upon the grass, and with his few sup- 
 
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 porters delays the Freshmen until the Sophomore wings 
 can close around them. The plucky young fellows are 
 then driven slowly back to their main body with many re 
 wards of merit. The ball is again kicked between the two 
 lines and the men fight fiercely around it. The Sophs 
 now use more skill, and mass themselves against the sturdy 
 knot of men in the Freshman centre. The battle hangs in 
 even scale a few seconds. Then the Sophs force their way 
 forward by sheer weight, and inch by inch drive the ball 
 towards the goal. 
 
 "Well done, Saulsbury!" murmurs Morris, and "bravo!" 
 shout the spectators, as suddenly, when the game seems 
 lost, the ball rises once more, curling back to the centre of 
 the field. Saulsbury has snatched up the ball at the very 
 goal, and dodging a fierce blow from Bilger, gained a ring 
 ing kick over the heads of both sides. 
 
 The ball has fallen not far from the fence where Miss 
 Campbell s carriage is standing, and down upon it sweeps 
 the rushing, struggling mass. 
 
 "Isn t this horrible !" exclaims Miss Leigh, her face 
 growing very pale and her heart beating quick, as she 
 watches with greater earnestness every movement of the 
 game. Saulsbury leads the van of Freshmen. His arms 
 and face are stained with blood. His right cheek discov 
 ers a deep cut from which a slender stream is trickling. 
 The boy s eyes are on fire with excitement. He has 
 ceased to feel the blows that rattle round his face and 
 chest. Through his veins pours the fierce delight which 
 hope of victory lends to souls avaricious of honor. The 
 
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 swiftest runners on both sides arrive first at the ball, and 
 engage each other, until in a few seconds both armies in 
 full force are struggling, pushing, and striking as before. 
 The men as they again crush together bear numerous 
 marks of-their former encounters. Their hats have been 
 exchanged or have forever vanished. Their shirts are 
 torn and checkered with blood and dirt. Their noses, 
 mouths, and eyes are swollen and painted red or black 
 with the grim pencil of war. Their shouts and noise have 
 ceased, and all fight with a sullen rage and fierceness they 
 did not at first display. 
 
 The battle redoubles along the lines. The Freshmen 
 are now driven back a few yards, now with desperate ral 
 lies force back their enemies. The blows echo heavily 
 from heads and bodies, and a low fierce growl creeps from 
 the seething mass. In the front Saulsbury and his friends 
 are fighting in unison, hoping again for a favorable chance. 
 But Janus occasion presents first his Roman nose, and 
 afterwards his nez retrousse, which is hard to grasp. 
 The Sophomores, however, are again fighting without plan. 
 On their left wing Bilger makes a lane through the Fresh 
 men, striking right and left. In the middle, Brandreth, be 
 striding the ball, engages man after man, dealing graceful 
 and vigorous blows on nose, chin, chest, and ribs, open 
 ing mouths and closing eyes in a most scientific fashion. 
 On the right Seaborn, careless of the ball, has made a ring 
 around him, and challenges any Freshman to meet him. 
 Already four have been placed hors de combat by the stal 
 wart boating man. Van Courtland, unable longer to en- 
 
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 dure the sight, leaves the ball and his friends and enters the 
 lists against his stronger but less agile enemy. It is soon 
 obvious that the Freshmen are being worsted. Yet they 
 fight bravely on, and close their thinned ranks, like the 
 Scots around their king at Flodden. Bowyer, Saulsbury, 
 and Rakeman keep together though sorely pressed. The 
 Southerner is at length led by his eagerness away from his 
 friends and engages two men near the fence. One of them 
 he strikes from him, and turning upon the other with a 
 sharp shrill yell deals a blow with his clinched hand as 
 with a hammer, cutting his own thumb to the bone against 
 a row of startled teeth. Before he can reach his friends 
 he is himself struck down by Bilger, the heaviest hitter in 
 his class, and led from the field. " Poor fellow !" exclaims 
 Miss Leigh, who has watched the fate of the gallant South 
 erner with deep interest, "I hope he is not much hurt." 
 The plucky fellow catches the remark and touches his hat 
 to the fair speaker with a smile of gratitude. The larger 
 number of the Freshmen have now been knocked down 
 and exhausted or disabled, and the rest are again forced 
 back, and this time with fatal steadiness, towards the goal. 
 The Sophomores no longer look after the ball, which is 
 soon thrust out a few paces to one side of the melee. 
 Saulsbury spies it, and is speeding to repeat his former ex 
 ploit, when he hears a savage yell behind him, and glanc 
 ing back sees Brandreth running towards him. 
 
 Suddenly from the Freshman lines a slender young fel 
 low springs forward, his face burning, with blood about his 
 mouth and neck, and his collar and scarf streaming behind 
 
10 Fair Harvard. 
 
 by a single button. "Stop Hamilton/ cries Saulsbury, 
 recognizing a friend to whom he had been introduced the 
 day before. The boy, however, aims two fierce blows at his 
 unequal opponent. The blows spend themselves upon 
 the air, but not so the clean straight return by which the 
 Freshman is struck far to the rear. 
 
 "Go down, go down/ shouts Brandreth to Saulsbury, 
 who has now reached him, and with this command he 
 delivers his left straight at the other s face. Saulsbury, 
 however, proves himself no novice. Guarding the blow 
 with his right he counters with great effect, sealing up the 
 right eye of the Soph for many a day. Brandreth falls 
 back a few feet and the Freshman hears a clapping of 
 hands from the men and ladies near. Yet his time is 
 short for the enjoyment of such sweet music. Another 
 second and Brandreth, the most graceful, finished, and 
 plucky sparrer of his class is again before him, and very 
 ugly and unpromising is the glare of his surviving eye. 
 Again Brandreth levels his left, flinging himself lightly for 
 wards. Saulsbury guards his head with his right and 
 counters as before. This is the last act of which he 
 is conscious for some minutes. Brandreth has himself 
 cross-countered, throwing his head to the left and bringing 
 in his right with the whole weight of his body. Saulsbury s 
 head forthwith reposes upon the lap of earth, his heels 
 twinkle in the setting sun, his nose assumes colossal pro 
 portions, and the world grows black before his face. Pres 
 ently a bystander sets him upon his legs and he gazes 
 stupidly around him. The game is over. The ball has 
 
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 been driven home by the Sophs, and the men are separat 
 ing for the next encounter. 
 
 During the respite that follows the first game you may 
 distinguish among a group of Freshmen a wild-visaged, 
 rough-hewn man in a state of fierce excitement. This 
 gentleman is Mr. Timothy Gowan, who was born, and as 
 he terms it, "raised," in what was then the beautiful village 
 of Galena. He had supposed that he had in his youth 
 seen something of rough life. Scenes in Western bar- 
 rooms, where the knife and pistol played conspicuous roles, 
 were not unfamiliar to his boyish years. On more than 
 one occasion he had beheld eyes gouged out or noses slit 
 at cheerful social gatherings over the convivial punch. He 
 had imagined, however, that when he came among the 
 more polished denizens of the East, he should find the 
 manners of society assume a gentler tone. He had, indeed, 
 been informed by his friends on the previous evening, that 
 his class was about to engage in a little game familiarly 
 known as foot-ball. 
 
 This consisted, as they kindly explained to him, in 
 tracking, following, kicking, or otherwise impelling an in 
 flated globe of rubber cloth towards a fixed mark or goal. 
 Custom, they added, had made it incumbent upon him as 
 a classmate to take part in the sport. Mr. Gowan had 
 cheerfully consented, and had flung himself among the 
 foremost in the rush after the ball. Now boxing is an art, 
 but little practised upon the prairies, and the surprise of 
 Mr. Gowan was therefore great, while plunging with obliging 
 ardor into the spirit of the game, to find some twenty yel- 
 
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 ling monsters leaping upon him, still greater to find him 
 self instantaneously knocked down, and, as he is now ex 
 pressing it to some comrades in misery, "run over, 
 trampled on, and made a door-mat of by a hundred hogs. 
 I d give," he mutters hoarsely to his friends, rolling 
 fiercely his empurpled eyes, "I d give ten years of my 
 life to feel a bowie knife in my fist." 
 
 The two following games were similar, but shorter, as 
 the Freshmen had been seriously weakened by the previous 
 struggle. Their leader, Saulsbury, could now do little more 
 than walk through the game. The Southerner Rake- 
 man, though he had insisted on returning to the field, was 
 almost disabled. Van Courtland was exhausted by his long 
 encounter with Seaborn, on whom he had left many marks, 
 but who had taken terrible revenge on the slighter frame of 
 the young New Yorker. Others of their best fighting men 
 had suffered equally, and though the class upon the 
 whole did well, they were speedily beaten. 
 
 The Sophomore and Freshman classes alone took part 
 in the first three games, but now the latter were recruited 
 from the Juniors, while the Seniors reinforced the Sophs. 
 The two sides were thus very evenly matched, and the last 
 three games were sharply contested. It was not considered 
 a point of honor for the two upper classes to engage in the 
 fight, yet the men who had earned a reputation for pluck 
 and skill, commonly put in an appearance on the field. 
 Thrice the combat was renewed with varying fortune, 
 whereof it chiefly concerns us to know that our young 
 friend Saulsbury had sufficiently recovered himself to be 
 
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 twice knocked down by Seniors of mark. By the end of 
 the last game it had grown dark. The spectators dispersed, 
 the carriages drove away, and among them Miss Camp 
 bell s barouche whirled off to town, where it unloaded its 
 precious freight. Meanwhile each class had formed in a 
 ring and was singing, "Auld Lang Syne." The men 
 then broke up in groups and went off in various moods, 
 exultant, lugubrious, hilarious, or philosophic. The 
 Seniors- to play billiards, to their club rooms, or to the 
 pleasures of Boston ; the Sophomores to break windows 
 and to wanton through the town ; some to their rooms ; 
 others to the wine-shop of Lyons ; all to talk over the for 
 tunes and wounds of the six games. 
 
 We would now beg the reader to transport himself for a 
 few seconds to a pleasant house in Walnut Street, Salem. 
 Let him enter a genial dining-room, where he will find 
 an elderly gentleman, his wife, and a young girl. 
 
 A servant has just brought tea, and a gentle domestic 
 tinge, adapted to the place and hour, pervades the conversa 
 tion of the family. " Henry," muses the lady, "I wonder 
 what Wentworth is doing now ! He must be studying 
 those mathematics he used to find so hard. Are you 
 sure he got that parcel and those blankets I sent him ? 
 His room must be very damp." "Yes, my dear, 
 replies Mr. Saulsbury, "I have no doubt of it. The ex 
 pressman was told to be particularly careful. " "I am 
 sure he will study himself to death," continues Mrs. Sauls- 
 bury. I hope you write to him not to overwork himself. " 
 What a goosey you are, mamma," says Miss Saulsbury 
 
14 Fair Harvard. 
 
 a lady of fifteen, with a laugh. "I am sure Mr. Morris, 
 whom we met last summer at Newport, did not look as if 
 he injured himself by hard study." "I will write if I 
 apprehend any danger, my dear/ says Mr. Saulsbury, a 
 merry twinkle in his eye. 
 
 While his family were thus debating his condition, Went- 
 worth Saulsbury had joined his friend Hamilton, an ac 
 quaintance of yesterday, indeed, but regarded already with 
 something very like attachment, and was reposing his 
 battered frame, stretched at length in a long easy-chair in the 
 latter s room. Hamilton had taken up his quarters and 
 very comfortable ones they were in the third story of Har 
 vard Block. In the middle of the room stood a broad 
 oaken study table near the fireplace a Yankee rocking- 
 chair, and a lounge on the mantel a couple of stone jars 
 for tobacco, and half a dozen briar-wood pipes. A pair of 
 dumb-bells, and a formidable Indian club lurked in one 
 corner. On the table lay Felton s Selections, a volume of 
 Livy, Whately s Evidences, Mr. Cuthbert Bede s celebrated 
 history of Verdant Green, divers numbers of the Harvard 
 Magazine, and the Atlantic Monthly for September. 
 
 Saulsbury, after resting a few moments, jumped up and 
 looked in the glass. 
 
 " One might play Banquo s ghost with great success to 
 night, Hamilton/ he remarked after surveying his wounds. 
 
 " Your nose has become a burning and a shining light 
 within the last few hours," returned his friend. " Here s 
 some water. " 
 
 1 I wonder who that man was, who keeled me over so 
 
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 neatly! I never dropt so quickly in my life," con 
 tinued Saulsbury, washing his face, and bathing his bumps, 
 with lively pleasure. 
 
 "I heard some one say his name was Brandreth, and 
 that he was the best boxer of his class." 
 
 "He used me up very effectually," said Saulsbury. "I 
 know so much about him." 
 
 "Come in/ shouted Hamilton, in answer to a tumultu 
 ous knocking, at which the door was flung open, and half a 
 dozen Freshmen entered. 
 
 " How are you, fellows !" cried Hamilton. "Sit down, 
 and have a pipe !" 
 
 The boys seated themselves after the manner of contor 
 tionists and college youth, all but one named Sweatrame, 
 who, being a little overcome by the libations with which he 
 had crowned his efforts in the field, delivered a short but 
 impressive speech to his host. Among the Freshmen was 
 Bowyer, of whom we had a glimpse on the Deita, Rake- 
 man, and a boy with red cheeks, named Robin Ayres, 
 whose birthplace the city of Nashua boasted itself to be. 
 
 "We have just come from Holworthy," said Bowyer, 
 "some Sophs tried to haze one of our men, and we 
 had a little scrimmage ; but sneaky Brown came up and 
 dispersed us, and told us to go to our rooms." 
 
 " By Jove !" exclaimed Hamilton, "I wish I had been 
 there. Was any one hit ?" 
 
 "No," answered Bowyer, "and it s no use to go now, 
 All the Faculty are out. The yard swarms with Tutors and 
 Proctors. " 
 
16 Fair Harvard. 
 
 "They ve caught two or three Sophs breaking win 
 dows," piped Ayres. " Hollo, Saulsbury!" said Rakeman, 
 interrupting him, " what a crack you ve got on your nose. 
 You are cut up worse than Van Courtland. Did you see 
 what a mouse he caught under his left eye? By the way, 
 where was your friend Dummer to-night?" he added, 
 turning to Bowyer. 
 
 He was taken suddenly sick at the five o clock recita 
 tion/ answered Bowyer, who was in his division, at which 
 reply all the students laughed. 
 
 " Men say there hasn t been so good fighting for a 
 long time," said Rakeman. 
 
 I don t believe there will be many men at prayers to 
 morrow, " remarked Ayres after a pause. I havn t looked 
 at my geometry, and I recite at eight." 
 
 " Fellows," said Bowyer, "we ought to get up a boat 
 club this term. There are two or three months we ought 
 not to lose. Suppose we have a meeting here, to-night. 
 Hamilton, you call the meeting to order." " Pooh, pooh, 
 old salt/ objected Rakeman, " wait a few days. We can t 
 row to-night." 
 
 "Order!" at the same time interjected Sweatrame, 
 whose imagination had been rendered more discursive by a 
 bottle of ale. " Gentlemen, what is order ? Tis a way we 
 have at old Harvard. Tis a way we have at old Harvard. 
 Gentlemen, I m going home. I m not oh no -nothing 
 of the kind I assure you. But I m going home. Rol 
 ling home, rolling home, rolling home " and with this 
 Sweatrame emerged from the room propped by his led 
 
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 captain Ayres, who, as a tug-boat convoys through devious 
 channels some richly freighted galleon, guided him to his 
 room. 
 
 " Come, fellows, let s pud along!" urged Rakeman, after 
 a long chat in his friend s room. 
 
 "Oh, tis up the river and down the creek." 
 
 Singing this stirring strain of the South, as they sprang 
 down the stairs, the party lingered a few moments on the 
 sidewalk. 
 
 I say, fellows, " cried Rakeman, come to Lyons . 
 He s open there s a light in his old den," and thither, im 
 pelled by sympathetic thirst, his friends followed him. 
 
 The Lyon s den " combined in a long, low, smoky 
 room the varied attractions of wine-shop, lunch-counter, 
 oyster-cellar and coffee-house. A bar ran along the side 
 opposite the entrance, surmounted on its left flank by a 
 glass covered case sacred to cakes and tarts of price. By 
 the side of this a humble trencher offered doughnuts, 
 sausages, and hard boiled eggs to the cravings of car dri 
 vers who in five minutes must appease the hunger ofa day. 
 On the right of the bar as you enter stood six boxes a yard 
 or more square, closed against the vulgar eye by a dingy 
 curtain. On its left a door opened into a billiard room, 
 which was still filled with men of the various classes. 
 
 "Who is that?" whispered Hamilton to Saulsbury, 
 pointing to our acquaintance Morris, who was leaning 
 against the side of the doorway nearer the bar, and who nod 
 ded kindly to our hero. 
 
 "That is Morris," replied Saulsbury, "a Senior." 
 
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 "That is one of the men who knocked me down in the 
 last game," said Hamilton, with a natural feeling of pride. 
 
 What ll ye have, fellows ?" asked Rakeman, who, with 
 his friends, had crowded into one of the boxes. Hollo, 
 there are some Freshmen," cried a voice from the billiard 
 room, which sent a thrill of recognition through Sauls- 
 bury s nose. "Suppose we make them treat us," and out 
 from the room poured half a dozen men, headed by Brand- 
 reth. 
 
 "How are you Brandreth ?" said Rakeman, nodding to 
 the Sophomores. "What ll ye have, fellows?" he added, 
 to the increased astonishment of Hamilton, who, thinking 
 deeds of valor were called for, had instinctively doubled up 
 his arm. Hamilton s arm, when extended, measured 
 eleven inches, and when doubled was increased in size by 
 a full half inch. But behind his arm ruled a soul athirst 
 for glory, which in the late fights had made him covet and 
 win the honor of being thrice knocked down by the ablest 
 sparrers. His ambition still unsatisfied, he now again 
 doubled his arm to achieve greater fame ; and lowered it 
 reluctantly at the lack of occasion. 
 
 The Sophs soon returned to their billiards, and the 
 Freshmen laughed and told stories together an hour or 
 more. 
 
 "Suppose we go back to my room," Hamilton at length 
 said to Saulsbury. " I am all used up." 
 
 "So am I," replied Saulsbury, and taking Hamilton s 
 arm, he bade his friends good-night and issued into Har 
 vard Square. It had now grown late, and the old 
 
Fair Harvard. 19 
 
 square was lying fast asleep under the shadow of the huge 
 elm which rises from its centre. 
 
 Early on the morrow, however, when the town here 
 first awakes to life s fitful fever, the square will wear a dif 
 ferent aspect. The two druggists will then brandish their 
 rival pestles ; the milliner ply her pretty care ; the cars roll 
 along the street. Soon the courtly barber, manhood s 
 midwife, will draw his obstetric razor; inquiring students 
 will throng the University Bookstore ; bespattered drivers 
 will urge their lumbering oxen, squealing pigs, or tangen 
 tial sheep with blows and ejaculatory prayers towards fra 
 grant Brighton. Now everything is buried in slumber, and 
 the town pump is nodding over its trough, like a parson 
 asleep in his pulpit. 
 
 " Suppose we take a walk, instead of going to your 
 rooms, " suggested Saulsbury. That cellar was very close, " 
 and at this the two boys strolled along the path running 
 around the college yard. 
 
 The sight of the classical grounds, rich with the memo 
 ries of the past and the hopes of the future, touched the 
 minds of the young fellows with a pleasant melancholy. 
 
 "What a beautiful place this is !" mused Saulsbury, turn 
 ing to his friend, as, leaning on the old fence, they surveyed 
 the Green and the shadows thrown by the graceful elms. 
 
 "What a pleasant time we shall have here the next four 
 years," remarked Hamilton ; " I don t wonder men speak 
 of their college days with such fervor." 
 
 "What a fine class we have," said Saulsbury, as they 
 
20 Fair Harvard. 
 
 walked on. <; I heard a Junior say that next to his class, 
 it was the finest class in college. " 
 
 "I hope, Saulsbury, that we shall have the right sort of 
 class feeling, and that we shan t be split up into cliques. 
 We haven t many Boston men. I heard a man say that 
 they always made a division in a class, that they were good 
 fellows, but cliquey. I remember when I was a sub- 
 Freshman how I used to look forward to class feeling. I 
 thought how pleasant it must be to know a hundred men, 
 with all of whom you could thoroughly sympathize." 
 
 4 What strange ideas we have of college life, when we 
 are at school," said Saulsbury. " If we had only kept a 
 diary of our thoughts then, how absurd it would seem now, 
 and yet we are the same persons now as then. " 
 
 "I am going to make it a point myself/ continued 
 Hamilton, "to call on every man in the class, and to 
 know them all well." 
 
 1 I heard Morris say last summer, Hamilton, that the 
 knowledge of character you acquire in college, is worth 
 more than all you learn out of books. " 
 
 "I wonder who will be our first scholar ! You, Sauls- 
 bury, stood first at Salem. The men from Exeter and the 
 Boston Latin School seem to be the best fitted. When I 
 left school, my teacher told me to make a system for study 
 ing. He said that you could never learn anything with 
 out a system. I am going to set apart certain hours for 
 work and to sport my oak. " 
 
 If you stand high the first few months, Hamilton, I ve 
 heard that it is easy enough to keep a good rank the rest 
 
Fair Harvard. 21 
 
 of the course. They get used to marking you high. I m 
 going to throw myself into beating and sparring and that 
 sort of thing as much as possible. I heard a Senior say 
 that he would rather be stroke of the Harvard boat, than 
 the first scholar of his class. " 
 
 "I don t quite agree with that," objected Hamilton, 
 after due deliberation, and somewhat startled by his own 
 boldness ; "it seems to me that the first object of a man at 
 college should be to be a good scholar. I should like to 
 be stroke of the Harvard, but of the two I should prefer to 
 stand at the head of the class, I think. " 
 
 "Well, perhaps you are right, old man," rejoined his 
 friend, "I am going to study hard too, but I am not go 
 ing to be a dig." 
 
 As the young men walked on, their conversation grew 
 more confidential. They talked of their school-days 
 distant theme ! They alluded to their families with careless 
 anecdote. They hinted at the tender passion from whose 
 sweet slavery, they owned, they had not been altogether 
 free. Now of course they had outgrown such pleasures, 
 and their minds were filled with sterner thoughts. 
 
 Growing more open, they discovered the ambitions and 
 generous aims that, under the blase manner which one 
 loves to see a college boy affect, lurk hidden but none the 
 less strong. There is, indeed, something intoxicating in 
 the first draughts of college life. Then suddenly a boy 
 sees within his reach, all the pleasures of freedom with 
 none of its responsibilities. The memories of his home 
 are fresh and beautiful around him, and life is what sweet 
 
22 Fair Harvard. 
 
 remembrance and proud hope paint it. Every college 
 boy, in his heart, believes in-himself and in the world, and 
 thinks that a noble career lies open before him, if he will 
 but fairly struggle for it. Such beliefs and feelings are 
 the source of whatever is great and worthy in the world, and 
 he who sneers at them, is but a shallow cynic. Golden 
 dreams and bright ideals of youth ! who could have the 
 heart to dispel them ? Fools ! who with a touch of 
 the world s wand would change the rainbow into a few 
 drops of water. These dreams are the realities of life. 
 The truths we live to learn," the mean passions of the 
 market, of the pulpit, of the court, these are spectral far 
 more than the illusions whose place they usurp. 
 
 The pleasure of boyhood, says some one, is home ; of 
 youth, friendship ; and of manhood, love. Perhaps the 
 purest and most generous of these pleasures is friendship. 
 This, under the genial influence of a college atmosphere, 
 grows with a swiftness and strength elsewhere unknown, 
 and the two boys, after a short hour s stroll, feel that they 
 are already familiar friends. 
 
 Good night, old man, " said Saulsbury, as, returning 
 they reached the door of Harvard Block. I m going 
 with your permission to call you by your first name after 
 this, "he added, and taking leave of his friend walked to 
 Linden Street, and was soon in his room in the second 
 story of Danforth s. Saulsbury lighted the gas, and pro 
 ceeded to take another look at his nose, which he surveyed 
 with great satisfaction for some moments. He then threw 
 
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 himself upon the sofa and strove to rearrange the universe 
 which the events of the day had thrown into confusion. 
 
 I think I will write a letter to mother, " he said after 
 a vain attempt, pleased with the humor of making his 
 mother a party to the dissipation of sitting up until one 
 o clock. 
 
 Dear mother, " he then wrote, 1 have now been here 
 five days, but I have been too busy to write to any one. 
 I like college immensely, and have got a very pleasant 
 room. Your box came safely with the comforters and 
 blankets. As the thermometer now stands at 80 in the 
 shade, I shall not need any more blankets at present, in 
 fact if you have a spare refrigerator I wish you would 
 send it down to me. I am working hard and making a 
 great many friends. I am going to make it one of my 
 objects in college to study character. We had several foot 
 ball games to day between the different classes, and our 
 class, I am sorry to say, was beaten. Please give my love 
 to father and Mary, and believe me your devoted son, 
 
 WENTWOFTH SAULSBURY. " 
 
 His letter finished, Saulsbury slowly undressed himself 
 and found that he had already grown stiff about the neck 
 and shoulders. As his head touched the pillow there 
 passed before his eyes a picture of his home, his father, 
 mother, and pretty sister. Then came a feeling as of a 
 multitude of men rushing over him, followed by a herd of 
 
24 Fair Harvard. 
 
 bisons. Then all things seemed mixed confusedly, save 
 his nose, which remained fixed and increased in magni 
 tude until it reached the size of a mountain beneath which 
 our hero was soon buried in slumber. 
 
 
CHAPTER I I. 
 
 "Di, quibus inperium est animarum, Umbraeque silentes, 
 Et Chaos, et Phlegethon, loca nocte tacentia late, 
 Sit inibi fas audita loqui ; sit numme vestro 
 Pandere res alta terra et caligine mersas." 
 
 FTER the severe intellectual labors of the day it 
 is a not infrequent custom of the ingenuous 
 youth of Harvard to refresh the weary mind 
 with convivial ale, the social oyster, jolly songs, and conver 
 sation upon topics of less profundity than those that 
 usually occupy the thoughts of young truth-seekers. The 
 day before Junior Exhibition Saulsbury found Ayres card 
 upon his table, inviting him to meet a few fellows at his 
 room that evening at eight o clock. Thinking that it 
 would be a pleasant party, our hero decided to go, and af 
 ter supper, to pass away the intermediate time, sauntered 
 towards the Post-office, as the custom is, and thence into 
 Lyon s " to have a game of billiards. Morris, whom he 
 found there, with great condescension invited him to play. 
 Wentworth succeeded in beating his venerable friend, who 
 allowed him but fifty points, in two games in succession. 
 In capital spirits he then walked to Harvard Block, hol- 
 looed to Hamilton, who ran down stairs to meet him, and 
 
26 Fair Harvard. 
 
 the two thence strolled towards No. i Holworthy, where 
 Ayres, who occupied the position of Tutor s Freshman, 
 lived and sang. 
 
 "By the way, Lewis/ asked Saulsbury, as they neared 
 the room, have you been up to get your marks for last 
 month ? What were they ?" 
 
 I got eight in everything except Greek. " 
 "What did you get in that ? I thought Greek was your 
 strong point/ 
 
 "Two fifths of one," replied Hamilton with a sickly 
 smile, "and I only made tsvo mistakes during the whole 
 month. One day the tutor asked me, What is the point 
 in that sentence ? I told him what I thought was the point. 
 That is incorrect/ said he; the next; and he deaded 
 half a dozen men. At length Hayward said he didn t see 
 any point. That is correct/ said the tutor, there is no 
 
 point ! " 
 
 "What was the other?" asked Saulsbury with a laugh. 
 
 "The tutor asked me why fig-trees grew in Lesbos. 
 I told him I supposed they were imported from Asia 
 Minor. That is incorrect/ said he; the next/ and he 
 deaded half the division until he came to Gowan, who 
 said he did not know. That is correct/ said the tutor, 
 they are indigenous to the soil. Gowan got eight that 
 month, and I got two fifths of one." 
 
 "I can sympathize with you, old man," said Saulsbury ; 
 "what mark do you think I got in Latin four the same 
 mark as Sweatrame, who does not know the difference 
 between subject and predicate. I used to learn every lesson 
 
Fair Harvard. 27 
 
 almost by heart, and to write out a translation of it. 
 Sneaky must have thought that I used a pony/ and 
 marked me down. He is just the kind of man to mark 
 you from what he supposes your moral character to be. 
 There s some romance in your mark. I m not going to 
 look at my Latin again this term, and then I think I 
 shall get good marks. " 
 
 "Come fellows," cried Ayres, whose room they had 
 now reached, -don t talk shop/ and, as his friends en 
 tered, he threw his geometry carelessly into a corner of the 
 room. Like many boys, the warbler, though a fair schol 
 ar, tried to avoid a reputation for studying hard, and 
 wished to be thought to recite from inspiration. "Tell 
 me, Wentworth," continued Ayres, " is it true that Sweat- 
 rame was again blackballed at the last meeting of the Hu 
 ron Boat Club. I wasn t there myself. I heard some 
 one say that you blackballed him, Lewis. Don t you like 
 him ?" 
 
 "No," replied Hamilton. " I don t like him, though 
 no one has a right to say how I voted. I think he has a 
 bad influence on the class, which we ought to counter 
 act." 
 
 " It is a hard punishment," said Ayres ; I had myself 
 rather stand at the foot of the rank list, than be black 
 balled at our boat club." 
 
 " Hush ! Talk of the Devil," said Saulsbury, as some 
 one knocked at the door, which opened and let in Bowyer 
 and Sweatrarne engaged in earnest debate. 
 
28 Fair Harvard. 
 
 "I think he is a scrub," urged Sweatrame, "he dresses 
 like a scrub, and seems to be as poor as a rat." 
 
 "He seems to me to be a very good fellow," objected 
 Bowyer. "He fought well at the foot-ball games. I 
 think you might call him a dig/ perhaps, but not a 
 scrub. He talks and acts like a gentleman." 
 
 "About whom are you talking?" asked Ayres, who 
 caught with eagerness anything affecting the social position 
 of a classmate. 
 
 " Hayward," answered Bowyer. " Sweatrame says he is 
 a scrub." The conversation was here interrupted by the 
 stirring ballad of "The Bold Gallantee," which gave notice 
 of the expected presence of Rakeman the haughty South- 
 ton. 
 
 "Sweatrame," cried Rakeman, as he opened the door, 
 " have you heard my new conundrum ?" 
 
 No," replied the former. 
 
 " Which of the Grecian heroes do you most resemble?" 
 
 * I give it up. " 
 
 "Ajax, sold!" 
 
 Sweatrame says Hayward is a scrub, " said Hamilton, 
 to the new comer. He seems to me to be one of the 
 best men in the class." 
 
 "Scrub!" returned Rakeman warmly, "I reckon he 
 doesn t know anything about him. He is a capital fellow. 
 He rooms in my entry, and translates my Felton for me 
 every evening. That Dummer whom I saw you with this 
 morning, Sweatrame, seems to me to be a scrub. He 
 
Fair Harvard. 29 
 
 wears a diamond ring, and asks you how much you think 
 it costs and that sort of thing." 
 
 "Dummer is one of the richest men in the class/ 
 said Sweatrame, reddening; "he cuts half the men in 
 it." 
 
 " He must be very sharp," responded Rakeman ;" if he 
 didn t cut them, they d cut him." 
 
 "I dont believe in calling a classmate a scrub," broke 
 in Saulsbury ; " some of you fellows call half the class 
 scrubs many of them as good fellows every way as any 
 men in it." 
 
 "I saw Van Courtland, Robin, as I was coining here," 
 remarked Bowyer to his host after a short silence," and 
 told him you were going to have some fellows in your 
 room. I dare say hell drop in." A smile of pleasure lit 
 up the face of the warbler at the thought of so great a swell 
 as Van Courtland dropping into his room familiarly. Ris 
 ing he then opened a bed-room door and out marched a 
 dozen bottles of ale, and with them a Dutch cheese made 
 its phlegmatic appearance. 
 
 "Come, fellows. Have a smoke," said Ayres, after 
 they had well eaten, and passed round some briarwood 
 pipes. Cigars Freshmen rarely smoke, both on account 
 of economy, and because, shrewd fellows, they wish life to 
 hold some pleasures in reserve. 
 
 I m afraid some Soph will throw a brickbat through 
 the window. Dummer had one thrown into his room the 
 other night," remarked the host a few moments later, and 
 jumping up, he bolted his heavy wooden shutters with 
 
30 Fair Harvard. 
 
 great care. While thus fortifying himself a light step was 
 heard in the entry, and a graceful young fellow dressed 
 with taste entered the room. 
 
 " How are you Van?" cried Rakeman and the rest of 
 the boys, and a dish of oysters and a glass of ale were 
 offered to the new comer, who was no less a person than 
 our old acquaintance Mr. Schuyier Van Courtland of New 
 York. Van, as his friends now called him, was born at 
 Albany, in the old manor house, the home of colonial tra 
 ditions. He had passed a year at Vevay, and a year or 
 more at Paris, and had seen something of New York so 
 ciety, in which his mother had been a belle. His exclu- 
 siveness made him disliked by many of his classmates, but 
 his engaging manners and vast knowledge of the world 
 gave him great prestige. Among college boys, indeed, a 
 knowledge of the world is more prized than a large arm, 
 and after that nothing can be said. 
 
 " Van/ remarked Rakeman when the former had fin 
 ished eating his oysters, "you re a plucky fellow to wear a 
 beaver. Didn t you hear how they treated Dummer the other 
 day ? He wore a beaver to recitation ; and in the evening 
 six men with masks came into his room : first they placed 
 a chair on the table : then on the chair they placed his 
 new hat; and at the words one, two, three, they made 
 him mount the table and sit on his hat. Smile, now, 
 said one of the men, whom Dummer thinks was Brand- 
 reth/and say that you like it, and Dummer was obliged 
 to smile and thank the men for their kindness." 
 
 "There are Freshmen and Freshmen," said Van 
 
Fair Harvard. 31 
 
 "and this one, prefers that his hat should sit on him, 
 rather than the reverse. " 
 
 "Will you not have a cigar, Van/ asked Sweatrame, 
 pulling out half a dozen from his pocket, and offering him 
 one. 
 
 "Thank you," replied Van, blowing a ring from his 
 pipe. "I assure you I never smoke." Two or three of 
 the men, however, accepted Sweatrame s preferred cigars 
 to the injury of their host s amour propre. 
 
 "They are hazing our men very badly," said Sauls- 
 bury shortly. They have begun at the first letter, I hear, 
 and are going through us alphabetically. After they had 
 made Dummer sit on his hat, they ordered him to bring up 
 a pail of water, and put his head in it." 
 
 "Yes," added Ayres, "and a Soph found one of Dum- 
 mer s old razors and made him shave off half his mous 
 tache, and told him that if he shaved off the other half, the 
 Med. Fac. would make a note of it. " 
 
 "It s rough to be hazed by such a scrubby class," 
 muttered Rakeman. "There arn t more than a dozen 
 white men in it. Come fellows, let s liquor up, Bowyer, 
 let me fill your glass. Here s to ye." 
 
 "I have been training," remarked the latter, draining 
 his glass, { and have drunk nothing but ale, and eaten 
 nothing but raw beef for three days." 
 
 You must be as strong as a moose. How much does 
 your arm measure now, old man ?" asked Ayres, who was 
 a great admirer of his aquatic friend. 
 
32 Fair Harvard. 
 
 "Thirteen inches and a half. I hope to get it up to 
 fourteen, in a month, by working hard. " 
 
 "Bravo, Ned !" cried Rakeman, we shall have you in the 
 Harvard next year. Suppose we make each man sing 
 a song in turn. Ayres, you begin. " The warbler offered 
 much coy denial, but at length started the melody of 
 " Fair Harvard." 
 
 "No heel-taps I" then cried Rakeman, rapping on the 
 table with a poker, and all the glasses were drained, when 
 Rakeman himself began the song, with the original chorus. 
 
 " Tis a way we have at old Harvard." 
 
 This song, the tune of which is the same as that of the 
 favorite Oxford song with the chorus, 
 
 " Tis a way we have in the Versity," 
 
 Is learnt by each Freshman the day after he arrives 
 at Harvard, and sung with startling energy every day, dur 
 ing his first term. This, more than any one thing, enables 
 a Freshman to make real the illusion that he is an old 
 member of the college, and versed in all its devious ways. 
 
 "Ned," asked Rakeman, turning to Bowyer after the 
 circle of singers had been completed, "why do you look 
 so solemn ? What are you winking at with your left eye? 
 You re thinking of something wrong." 
 
 "A terrible thing happened to-day," responded the child 
 of Neptune, an expression of horror creeping over his face, 
 "As we were coming into the Huron Boat House, this 
 morning, I flung a boat-hook carelessly into a beam, as 
 I thought, when snap I heard a slight crack, and looking 
 
Fair Harvard. 33 
 
 up, saw a hole as large as your little finger in the bottom 
 of the Harvard Boat. " A shudder passed over the faces of 
 all the men present, at the news of the catastrophe. 
 
 "I don t wonder you look grave," said Wentworth, at 
 length, what did you do?" 
 
 " I went up at once to see Bilger and Seaborn, and of 
 fered of course to buy a new boat or do anything they 
 wished. They were very kind, and said they thought that 
 the boat could be mended, without doubt. " 
 
 "Come fellows, fill up," exclaimed Rakeman, whose 
 spirits could not long endure a curb ; "to-morrow s Exhi 
 bition day, and there are no recitations, you know." 
 
 "What a jolly time we had last night, did we not, Rake ?" 
 remarked Sweatrame, filling his glass ; we wentas supes 
 behind the scenes at the theatre. You don t know, Ham 
 ilton, what a charming danseuse there was there. She 
 had a foot that would drive you crazy." 
 
 Sweatrame loved to make parade of his dissipation. He 
 had lived all his life in New York, and was considered a great 
 connoisseur in wine and women. This excited great re 
 spect for him among the fast men of the class, but caused 
 him to be hated with equal fervor by Hamilton and his 
 friends. Hamilton, indeed, used often to discuss the ques 
 tion with Saulsbury, how so dissipated a man as Sweatrame 
 could keep alive, and express his belief that some fine morn 
 ing he would suffer the fate of spontaneous combustion. 
 
 " Suppose we go round to Dummer s to-night," sug 
 gested Van, turning to Hamilton, who, he saw, was an- 
 
34 Fair Harvard. 
 
 noyed by Sweatrame s topic of conversation. The Sophs 
 have threatened to haze him again." 
 
 "They will be sure to do so if they hear of men collect 
 ing to defend him," interposed Ayres. 
 
 "So Dummer thinks, Ayres, and that s the humor of 
 the thing. He hates to have us in his room, but can t help 
 trying to appear grateful to men who are risking their eyes 
 and noses for him. The night after he was hazed, a 
 small party of us sat up in his room with him until two 
 o clock. One of the guard got sprung/ and insisted on 
 sleeping in Dummer s bed all night, so that Dummer had 
 to sleep on the floor." 
 
 "I don t see what the Sophs could do worse," pondered 
 Ayres. 
 
 " Brother Saulsbury s up in a pear tree," 
 
 began Rakeman, beating time with his poker, when a 
 stealthy step was heard in the entry, followed by a low 
 knock. Rakeman at once grasped his poker and placed 
 himself en garde before the door. 
 
 It may be sneaky Brown, " the owner of the room 
 whispered, at which each man seized a bottle and held it 
 behind his back, while Wentworth turned down the gas. 
 Again the knock was heard, and the door then slowly 
 began to open. 
 
 "You don t catch this possum asleep !" yelled the 
 knight of the poker, slamming the door to with a violent 
 lunge. "We re ready for you. 5- forever !" A sound ex 
 pressing unmitigated disgust followed outside the door, 
 
Fair Harvard. 35 
 
 which issued from a mouth evidently underneath a banged 
 nose. 
 
 "I m Mr. Brown/ growled out a voice, at which Rake- 
 man opened the door, and the unhealthy face of the tutor 
 peered through it. "I beg your pardon, sir," said Rake- 
 man bowing to his instructor. "I thought you were the 
 class of 5-. They have been hazing us very badly of late. " 
 
 "I thought/ meanly insinuated the tutor, whose satis 
 faction at the above apology was by no means intense " I 
 thought I heard the sound of glasses in your room." 
 
 " I think it was some Sophs breaking windows in 
 Stoughton/ kindly suggested Rakeman ; "I heard the 
 same noise myself. We have ourselves got together to 
 prevent their hazing Mr. Ayres. " 
 
 "You must make less noise, gentlemen," the tutor con 
 cluded with saying, and walked away, wondering why 
 each man carried his right hand in so strained a posture. 
 
 "I did not at first recognize sneaky in his dis 
 guise," said Rakeman, after the tutor had gone. "He 
 has on a new hat. He must have bought that with the 
 fine he levied on me yesterday, for cutting my name on the 
 settee." 
 
 "Come, fellows, we must be oif," urged Van. "We 
 shall get Ayres into trouble, if we stay any longer. " 
 
 The men at this all took their leave, except Saulsbury 
 and Hamilton, who remained a few minutes ; and then 
 bidding their host good-night walked together towards the 
 latter s room. 
 
 "I don t much like this sort of thing," said Lewis, 
 
36 Fair Harvard. 
 
 thoughtfully, after a silence of some minutes. " I know 
 fellows call you spooney for saying so ; but the men 
 drink, and swear, and talk in such a vulgar way often. If 
 a man would not only not do any of these things, but 
 would set himself strongly against them, he would have a 
 great influence for good on the class. " 
 
 "I hate to think how unpopular he would become, 
 Lewis, though he would exert a fine influence, I don t 
 doubt. It is cowardly, too, to be deterred from anything 
 by a fear of unpopularity." 
 
 "Will you not agree with me, Wentworth," said Lewis, 
 stopping and looking earnestly at his friend, whenever 
 men speak of low and vulgar subjects, either to leave them, 
 or to make them talk of something else. I am going to 
 do so myself. " 
 
 "I don t know of anything so difficult, Lewis, but I ll 
 do my best. Good-night. I shall see you in the morn 
 ing." Wentworth left his companion at Harvard Block 
 and walked towards his room, thinking of what Lewis had 
 said, and revolving many virtuous resolutions in his mind. 
 
 "That man," he said to himself, "is the only man I 
 have ever known who unites the purity of a woman with 
 perfect manliness and pluck. " 
 
 "That s the fellow," whispered some one as Wentworth 
 turned into Linden Street, and at the words, four men in 
 masks sprang out upon him, from the doorway of the cor 
 ner house. Saulsbury was no coward, but the darkness 
 and the surprise for a moment unnerved him. He, how 
 ever, struck one fair blow at the man just in front of him. 
 
Fair Harvard. 37 
 
 The man stooped, the blow passed over his head, and the 
 next moment Wentworth was seized around the waist, and 
 thrown ; two hands grasped his throat ; his own were tied 
 behind his back, his eyes bandaged, and his mouth gagged. 
 Our hero exerted all his strength in a desperate struggle to 
 gain his feet. 
 
 " How the child wriggles," muttered one of the masks, 
 and gave Wentworth a blow with the flat of his hand, which 
 made him writhe in a frenzy of rage. 
 
 " Lift him," now whispered one of the men, and Went 
 worth was placed in a vehicle which drove rapidly off. 
 
 He lay still, though burning with anger. I d give my 
 life," he thought, "for one blow at that coward who struck 
 me." They drove rapidly for several minutes, until at 
 length the carriage stopped, and Wentworth was taken out, 
 turned round half a dozen times, and led up a flight of 
 stairs into a room. 
 
 " Mr. President, we have brought you the culprit, " said 
 one of the men who held Saulsbury. 
 
 "Remove the band," commanded a voice resembling 
 the angry mew of a cat. The band was removed and 
 our hero glanced around him not without a feeling of 
 terror. The walls of the room in which he found himself 
 were painted with revolting figures, representing the growth 
 of Disease. In the rear a table was placed, on the centre 
 of which rested a large Bible presented to Harvard by the 
 pious youth of Yale College in expectation of a similar gift 
 in return. Behind the Bible stood a box of medical in- 
 
38 Fair Harvard. 
 
 struments with a letter from the Emperor Nicholas. The 
 front of the table discovered bunches of skeleton keys ; a 
 few delicate Freshman moustaches, with the names of 
 their former possessors ; rich folds of hairs marked, the 
 wig of Tutor Jones, captured Oct. 3rd, 185-; " and a bil 
 let with cords twisted around its handle. 
 
 The Bible itself sustained a punch bowl of singular 
 shape, adorned with the motto, "Satano duce, nildesper- 
 andum," and two huge clubs, rough with letters and figures. 
 The words " Hell Fire Club " on the larger of these would 
 have recalled to the antiquary the deeds of iniquity by 
 which that society had justified its name. Carved upon 
 this sole memorial of a famous brotherhood were the ini 
 tials of men distinguished in the law and ministry, who in 
 their youth had furnished employment to the professions 
 which in their advanced years had supported them. On 
 the smaller club was the mysterious name, " Thundering 
 Bolus." This weapon, in former times swung by the arm 
 of the bravest Senior in the College, for many years struck 
 dismay into the hearts of hostile villagers, trusting in their 
 numbers. 
 
 Little desire, however, had our hero to examine these or 
 the other objects of interest which the chamber held. His 
 eyes were fastened on the scene before him. Directly in 
 front of him sat a hideous monster, with horns projecting 
 from his forehead, and his dress ablaze with flames. Next 
 the Devil to the right, was a creature whose features were 
 nearly eaten off by a cancer, while on the left leered a with- 
 
Fair Harvard. 39 
 
 ered hag. Flanking these three stood a dozen wretches, 
 each incarnating some malady. 
 
 Between Wentworth and the Leeches and Doctors, " for 
 such was the title these horrors wore on their breasts, was a 
 table covered with a sheet, QJI one end of which stood a 
 small brasier with scalpels, pincers, and other instruments 
 around it. Above, at the centre of the wall, before Went 
 worth, was hung a strip of black cloth, on which were writ 
 ten in scarlet six letters. The sight of these at once riveted 
 our hero s eyes, drove a cold iron rod down his spine, and 
 made him tremble with fear. These six letters were 
 MED. FAC. 
 
 " Remove the gag," ordered the Devil, and Wentworth s 
 tongue was set free. 
 
 Where s that d coward who struck me ?" he ex 
 claimed. I dare " 
 
 "Burn the profane fellow ! dissolve him, flay him, dis- 
 
 i 
 
 sect him," and other suggestions interrupted his words. 
 
 " Gag the rebel !" screeched the Devil. Delilah 1" he 
 added, "chasten the lawlessness of this young Samson." 
 
 At this, Wentworth was forced upon the table and the 
 hag shuffled up to him, and slowly pulled from his head 
 twenty-seven hairs and burnt them in the brasier. 
 
 " Remember," the Devil warned him, as the gag was 
 again removed and Wentworth set on his feet, "that you 
 are in the august presence of the Medical Faculty of Har 
 vard University. You are charged," he continued sol 
 emnly, with having spoken lightly of the godly society 
 of the Med. Fac. 5 Is the accusation true ?" 
 
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 "I think you have done a great many mean acts," mut 
 tered Wentworth, losing all prudence in his anger. 
 
 "He blasphemes against the Med. Fac. I" shrieked a 
 dozen voices, mingled with groans. 
 
 " Brother Plummer," commenced the Devil, "read the 
 punishment decreed against one who offends against the 
 majesty of the Med. Fac." 
 
 "Whoever," began a deep voice behind our hero, "shall 
 speak evil against the Medical Faculty of Harvard Uni 
 versity shall receive the punishment of air, fire, water, and 
 earth, and the purification of assafoetida and brimstone." 
 "Such are the words of holy writ," added the Devil. 
 "Your own good compels us to punish you, with whatever 
 pain to ourselves. Let the law be executed," he con 
 cluded, and waved his sceptre, at which sign each monster 
 removed a leg or arm and brandished it over his head. 
 
 Wentworth was then blindfolded, led into the open air 
 and placed in a blanket. Were we writing a romance, we 
 should not allow our hero to be tossed in a blanket, but 
 the spirit of truth, which rules all histories, compels us to 
 set down the evil with the good. 
 
 "Are you ready?" cried one of the men, holding the 
 blanket. "Now all together one, two, three, toss !"and 
 at the word our hero winged his way heavenward with such 
 aid as ten stalwart devils could lend him. 
 
 Wentworth was now nearly exhausted with excitement 
 and fatigue, yet he nerved himself to endure without flinch 
 ing. Suddenly a device occurred to him. As he was de 
 scending from his third flight, feeling like Vulcan landing 
 
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 upon Lemnos he extended both his feet to the utmost. 
 "Heavens!" cried one of his tormentors, "my head s 
 broken," and Wentworth had the pleasure of feeling his 
 heel strike a hard skull ; this was, however, lessened at 
 the same moment, by his falling heavily upon the ground. 
 
 "Let the punishment of fire be now inflicted," com 
 manded the Devil, after Wentworth had been led back to 
 his room. At this two bands, the ends of which were at 
 tached to hooks in the ceiling, were placed one round 
 Wentworth s feet and the other round his chest. Again 
 the boy broke out in execrations. 
 
 "Hush," whispered in his ear the voice of some one 
 half relenting, "or they ll gag you," and with a sullen 
 look of rage, Wentworth repressed his words. 
 
 The Leeches and Doctors then placed the brasier be 
 neath him ; some fluid was poured into it and lighted, and 
 our hero swung to and fro over it several times, and then 
 taken down. 
 
 "Let the punishment of water be inflicted," commanded 
 the Devil. At this, Wentworth was placed in a coffin, and 
 borne from the room. Soon he heard a noise as of the turn 
 ing of a windlass, and felt himself sinking lower and lower. 
 "What if the rope should break ! " he thought, and derived 
 little pleasure from the reflection. Suddenly the bottom of 
 the coffin struck water, and Wentworth heard the men talk 
 ingabovehim. " Pull him up !" "pull him up!" No, bless 
 him ; give him a dowse ; he nearly broke my head !" and 
 the coffin sunk still lower. The water pours through the 
 cracks : it covers the boy s ankle : it rises to his knee : the 
 
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 air grows dense : the water has reached his waist : his head 
 seems bursting : his eyes start from their sockets ; and with 
 a cry of despair, he loses all remembrance. 
 You oughtn t to have let him down so far. " Confound 
 the fellow ! Why does n t he come to ?" are the first words 
 Wentworth hears on returning to consciousness, and at the 
 same moment water is dashed in his face, and he feels 
 some one chafing his hands. 
 
 The boy opens his eyes and looks languidly around him. 
 " Where am I?" he asks, and shudders at the masks and 
 figures. 
 
 "We ve punished him enough." "There s game in the 
 fellow." "We ll drive him home." Wentworth heard the 
 men whisper to each other. A glass of brandy was then 
 given him, his eyes were again bandaged, and he was 
 placed in a carriage. After a drive of some minutes he 
 was taken from the carriage and set upon the ground. He 
 pulled off his bandage, and found himself by the familiar 
 gate of Danforth s. Through this he passed, and groped 
 his way to his room, where he was soon buried in sleep, 
 not without strange dreams. 
 
CHAPTER III. 
 
 " Ubi quid datur oti, 
 Uludo chartis." 
 
 EITHER time nor the patience of our readers 
 would permit our chronicling the daily events 
 of our hero s course, as minutely as we have 
 thus far done. It is also difficult to catch salient points of 
 interest in college life, as day after day glides placidly 
 along. Perhaps an extract from Salisbury s diary will 
 give our readers a better knowledge of the common current 
 of his life than anything which we could write. 
 
 "185-. Thursday, Dec. tfh. To-day I have deter 
 mined to keep a diary of my thoughts and acts. This I 
 shall write for my own pleasure in the future, and shall 
 show to no one, not even my mother, or my sister. I rose 
 this morning at half past six, and sprang uno saltu from 
 my bed into my hat." [Our hero here probably refers not 
 to that hat of silk, which was wont both to protect his head 
 from the sun and rain, and to fill his heart with the proud 
 consciousness of manhood, but to a utensil employed for 
 the purpose of taking a bath or tumby/ This we have 
 
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 inferred from a laborious comparison of similar passages.] 
 "I dressed myself hurriedly in boots, pantaloons, and 
 coat, and ran to the chapel. I have already cut eighteen 
 prayers, and have but one more to cut this term without 
 a Private/ 
 
 1 I learnt at breakfast that I had gained nothing by going 
 to prayers, as the monitor had been screwed up by Van 
 and Rake. After breakfast I walked to my room, read 
 over my Odyssey, and at eight went to recitation, but was 
 not called up. I was at first startled at finding Sweatrame 
 know the meaning of a Greek word. While he was recit 
 ing, however, a page of a pony was blown from his book 
 upon the floor, which solved the riddle, and gave us great 
 amusement. The men here do not recite nearly as well 
 as we used to at Salem. Many of them seem scarcely to 
 have looked at their lessons. 
 
 After recitation, I walked into town to call on my aunt, 
 at the Tremont House, but did not find her in. Before 
 calling I stopped at the barber s shop under the hotel to get 
 shaved. The barber was a low fellow, and said as this was 
 plainly my first shave, he would charge me half price. I 
 reproved his insolence, and reported him to his employer, 
 who said that he would have him discharged. I have, 
 however, withdrawn my patronage from the hotel. 
 
 I took a car at the bridge, and reached Cambridge just 
 in time for my twelve o clock recitation in Latin. Brown 
 called me up the first man, and I made quite a squirt. 
 Since I have given up studying Latin, I get very good 
 marks. After dinner I dropped into Ayres room, where I 
 
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 found Ned Bowyer, and enjoyed a profitable conversation 
 for half an hour. We discussed the question whether 
 George Washington or Napoleon Buonaparte were the 
 greater general. Ayres took the side of the former, and 
 argued that no man could be a great man in anything who 
 was not also a good man. Bowyer thought that if Wash 
 ington had had Napoleon s advantages, he would have 
 been the greater general, but I cannot think so. 
 
 Ayres, after Bowyer had gone, read the Woman in 
 White/ and I looked over the Atlantic Monthly for De 
 cember. I am ashamed to say that I had not before seen 
 it, though it has been out two entire weeks. The articles 
 were admirable, as they always are, and the Autocrat sur 
 passed himself. I walked to my room on leaving Ayres, 
 stopping a moment at Bartlett s, where I bought a very 
 pretty edition of Sir Thomas Browne s Religio Medici. 
 This I mean to give Hamilton for a birthday present. 
 Reaching my room, I read fifty pages of living s Life of 
 Washington, which I think a profound work. I then 
 dug on my Peirce s Geometry, and at five went to recita 
 tion. It would try the soul of an abolitionist to stand a 
 weary hour, gazing at the black face of a long board as 
 I did, without solving my problem. However, I worked 
 out Van s for him correctly, which was something. Van 
 is a man of great talents, though lazy. He knows the 
 world thoroughly, without being spoiled by it, though 
 whom of us indeed has it not somewhat injured ? Some 
 day I think Van will become a very distinguished man. 
 
 "After tea I called round at Hamilton s room to get my 
 
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 Liddell s Rome, which I carelessly left there two days ago. 
 Yesterday, rather a funny thing happened in recitation. 
 The tutor said we will will now drop Liddell/ at which 
 Van let fall his book with great noise upon the floor, much 
 to the tutor s horror. After talking a few minutes with 
 Hamilton, he suggested our calling to see Bowyer about 
 getting up our club-table for next term. Bowyer told us 
 that Van had already got up a table, but that he thought 
 ours would be a better one. We agreed to ask Rakeman, 
 Ayres, and three other men to join us, and to engage Mrs. 
 Green of Winthrop Square for our cook. Bowyer and I 
 were chosen by Hamilton as a committee to secure that 
 worthy widow. I then returned to my room, and read 
 over an article in the Harvard Magazine, written I hear by 
 Morris, which really shows genius. I wonder whether I 
 shall ever be able to write with such wit and power. I 
 have just finished reading the last part of Christie Johnston 
 a charming story. It is now only ten o clock, but I feel 
 very tired, and am going to bed like a little boy of twelve. 
 Dec. 6t/i. I rose this morning at six. It was very cold 
 and quite dark. The water in my hat I found frozen, and 
 I had to break the ice with a dumb-bell. I took my bath, 
 however, but did not feel the usual glow afterwards. I 
 then swung the Indian club fifty times, and went to prayers, 
 and thence to breakfast. After breakfast I went to recita 
 tion, but was delighted to find that Tutor Robinson had 
 given us a cut. We waited five minutes for him, and 
 walked off just as he was running round the corner. Van 
 and I then started off on a good long walk. Van said a 
 
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 few days since he had received a Public Admonition for 
 cutting recitations. He had at once sent word to one of 
 his servants at New York, to send him any letter addressed 
 to his father marked Cambridge, and had himself just re 
 ceived the letter containing the notice sent by the Faculty. 
 thus saving my father, he said, much unnecessary pain. 
 Van is a very good-hearted fellow, but quaere, was it wholly 
 justifiable ? We walked about eight miles, and then went to 
 Van s room. Van smoked two or three pipes, and tried to 
 induce me to do the same, but I have sworn off for the 
 rest of the term. I went to recitation at twelve, but was 
 not called up. After dinner I made a call on Gowan, 
 whom I am getting to like very well. He is a man of vast 
 ability. When he first came to Cambridge, he said he 
 did not think pigtracks, of it, every one was so stuck up, 
 but now he thinks everything high pie. These Western 
 metaphors are very expressive. I thence went to the Post- 
 office, which I had neglected to do this morning. There 
 I found a letter from mother, with a photograph of Mar} 7 , 
 which was very pretty, but did not do her justice. Stud 
 ied on my Roman Antiquities till four, and after recita 
 tion, went to the gymnasium with Van. To-day, for the 
 first time, I succeeded in going up a rope by my hands 
 alone. 
 
 Van told me that Sweatrame had raised money lately by 
 ordering suits of clothes of his tailor, and receiving fifty per 
 cent, of the cost, allowing the tailor to keep the clothes. I 
 said this seemed to me to be a very low way of getting 
 money. Van replied that Sweatrame doubtless thought 
 
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 that to get money was the first object ; that the means or 
 moral part of it was an after consideration, and, like every 
 moral, should come at the end of the story. Van also told 
 me a very wicked, but also very good story of a lady who 
 ran off with a man, and left a letter for her husband, say 
 ing that though she could no longer love him as a hus 
 band, she should always regard him as a brother. After 
 supper I left an order at Sawin s the expressman s, to call 
 at Bowyer s room, to take a forty inch chest to town, and 
 then dropped into Harvard Block to see Hamilton. We 
 discussed the question whether a lawyer should defend a 
 man whom he knows to be guilty. I went to my room at 
 about half past seven, and have ever since been reading 
 Raleigh s History of the World/ a work of grand scope. 
 
 11 Dec. 7th. This morning I rose at six, took a cold bath, 
 and went to prayers. About a foot of snow had fallen in 
 the night, and it was still snowing. 
 
 "Prayers are the things that try men s souls in college. 
 
 To-day is Saturday, when there is but one recitation. At 
 eight I handed in my Greek exercise, and returning to my 
 room looked over Vanity Fair for an hour or two. It 
 seems to be an unhealthy book, and I think I will not 
 read it. At the end of that time, Van called for me and 
 we rode together into town. Van was measured for two 
 suits of clothes, and bought a cartload of collars, scarfs, 
 and such things. Van is an extravagant dog. After this 
 we strolled into the Athenaeum to see the Exhibition, and 
 to while away the time, until the hour for dinner at Des- 
 tre s, to which I had invited Van. This found us both 
 
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 very hungry, and we did it ample justice. Morris was 
 there with two other Seniors, all of whom were very 
 pleasant. They talked about their class elections most of 
 the time. They said they felt sure that their club the Mush- 
 and-Milk would carry all the offices, which I hope will be 
 the result. After dinner Van and I went to the theatre to see 
 Booth. We stayed through two acts only, and then went 
 to Parker s to play billiards and enjoy ourselves generally. 
 We found Rakeman and Sweatrame there, and staid until 
 half-past eleven, when we all walked together to the Revere 
 House, and took the last car to Cambridge. I was told by 
 Sweatrame that two men were hazed yesterday in the most 
 outrageous manner, and I heard a week ago, that the 
 Med. Fac. had threatened to haze me again. Every night, 
 therefore, I fortify myself against surprise. In front of the 
 door I plant an abattis by tipping up three or four chairs 
 with their legs towards the door. I then dig a ditch by fill 
 ing my hat with water, and placing it behind the chairs. 
 I then lay me down to sleep." 
 
 Thus, as the first Freshman term wore away, our hero 
 grew in mind and body. 
 
 The last day of the term soon arrived, and Wentworth 
 took leave of his classmates for a six short weeks, and 
 drove to the station. As the cars rolled along it was not 
 without a just feeling of pride that he looked back over the 
 five months just past, and compared the present man of 
 the world, with the then unsophisticated boy. 
 
 His thoughts first naturally turned to the change his 
 body had undergone. His upper arm now measured a 
 
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 full inch more than before, and had reached the appalling 
 size of thirteen and a quarter inches, while his chest was 
 developed in not less dangerous proportions. 
 
 The shell that covered this manly form, had also changed 
 its appearance. The semi-rustic garments of Salem, to the 
 great grief of its fashionable tailor, our hero had long since 
 discarded, and was now arrayed with the dazzling beauty 
 which marks the proud gentry of Boston. 
 
 Wentworth s mind had also kept equal step with the 
 growth of his body. He had read a great number of the 
 works of the best authors, and could criticise them all with 
 sententious brevity. As a matter, of minor importance, he 
 had studied faithfully on the text-books of the college 
 course, and in spite of several deductions, stood third on 
 the rank list. 
 
 The knowledge of the world, however, which he had 
 gained during the past six months, war, what chiefly sepa 
 rated him from his former self. The society, the fashion, 
 the great affairs in which he had taken part, though they 
 had made him somewhat blase, had given him a confi 
 dence and repose of manner in pleasing contrast to his for 
 mer effervescence. He had learnt to attend a dinner with 
 out embarrassment, and in wines was a great connoisseur, 
 distinguishing sherry and madeira with ease, and often 
 Bordeaux from Burgundy. He had become, also, a good 
 cue at billiards, and often made runs of five or six points. 
 He had seen many men and known their manners, and 
 the knowledge of character he had thus acquired was so 
 great, that he could discourse by hours together on the dif- 
 
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 ferent qualities of mind and body which marked his class 
 mates. 
 
 Our hero had thus gained no slight acquaintance with 
 the worlds of men and books. This, though it did not 
 place him upon a level with the members of the older 
 classes, one can readily see separated him by an impas 
 sable gulf from his former associates and the great mass of 
 mankind. 
 
 Wentworth s manner, therefore, on returning to his na 
 tive city, assumed something of that "hauteur," which 
 makes the young collegy, an object of great repugnance 
 to the envious vulgar. 
 
 Wentworth s mother and sister, however, received him 
 with increased admiration, and listened to his anecdotes 
 with that interest which one finds, alas ! nowhere, save with 
 his female relatives of the nearest degree. Much they mar 
 velled that one small head could carry such store of know 
 ledge, or pass unscathed through so many perils. 
 
 " If I had known what sort of a place college was, " 
 Wentworth s mother would often exclaim, as she shuddered 
 over the dangers a college boy encounters in the pursuit of 
 truth, I should never have let you leave home. " 
 
 
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CHAPTER IV. 
 
 Ridete, quidquid est domi cacliiuuoruui." 
 
 HAVE found a capital dodge for Barney 
 Gumm," remarked Rakeman, two weeks after 
 the beginning of his second term, to his friends 
 who were seated round him at supper, at their club-table. 
 "You know what a bore he is. So yesterday when he 
 called to see me Barney/ said I, you know how de 
 lighted I always am to see you, but you remember how I 
 was bored by Nutkins last term, and I am afraid to let any 
 one in for fear it should be Nutkins. Now, Barnacle, 
 when you call, if you will give three knocks, I shall know 
 it is you, and will at once unlock the door. " 
 
 "Isn t that a grand dodge? I m going to tell Nutkins 
 the same story of Barnacle." 
 
 "You are a great genius, Rakeman," said Wentworth, 
 "to make the number of your enemies a cause of weakness. 
 Our class is fortunate in having more than one bore. 
 How astonished Gumm and Nutkins will be to find that 
 now they know the countersign it is harder to get into your 
 room, than before you let them into the secret." 
 
 1 What a picayune runt Lumpy Nutkins is !" the South- 
 
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 ron added, as the men pushed back their chairs and tipped 
 them against the walls near the windows. Ayres alone 
 with the terror of whose name boarding-house keepers are 
 wont to still their children s cries -remained at the table 
 unsatisfied. 
 
 The club-table room, where the young fellows were seat 
 ed, was on the lower floor of one of the corner houses of 
 Winthrop Square. The walls were hung with portraits of 
 the ancestors of the landlady, Mrs. Green, all taken while 
 confined in the stocks, by their country tailors. A large 
 Bible, on which stood an empty card-case, rested on an 
 ancient etagere in a corner. 
 
 The claims of art and religion thus satisfied, the rest of 
 the furniture of the room was devoted to utility, and con 
 sisted of a large table, and a dozen chairs. Winthrop 
 Square, on which the room fronted, is connected by Brigh 
 ton Street to Harvard Square, from which it is only a few 
 rods distant. Between the two squares once stood Porter s 
 Tavern, famous in song, and still green in the memory of 
 our dissipated fathers. There in their wild youth they de 
 voured glorious suppers, and drank their good old madeira, 
 singing jolly choruses to the music in the balcony above 
 them. Now, alas ! the tavern has passed away, and Irish 
 women screech where students sang. There also now 
 dwells the venerable James, high above the gaping crowd, 
 an ancient merchant, who watches succeeding generations 
 of students, and panders to their passion for peanuts. 
 
 Seated here by a window of the club-table room on a 
 summer s noon, one sees playing on the Green a few ragged 
 
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 children from a Hibernian hive near the river. One, 
 mounted on a post, is watching his comrades at leap-frog. 
 Another, with a handful of pebbles, creeps after a courtly 
 cock, who is catering to his cackling crowd of concubines. 
 Hard by, a little Miss Yellowlegs is making pies with her 
 autochthonous sisters, and embellishes the dust with her 
 bright colored rags. 
 
 Later one beholds the conscious towney on his even 
 ing promenade, with imitative repose and ambitious neck 
 tie. Him passes with graceful step a resplendent swell, one 
 of Harvard s own " Elysian beauty, melancholy grace, " 
 on his way to the wharves to see the boats go out. If the 
 day favors, the gardens opposite discover pretty misses with 
 coquettish hats, playing croquet, a game of delight to all 
 small-footed, fair-ankled daughters of Eve, but frowned 
 upon by the modest feet and more moral ankles of less 
 favored fair. 
 
 Still later, perhaps one hears limping by the groaning 
 hack, filled with Irish ladies returning from a decent 
 burial. As they pass, they wave their handkerchiefs, and 
 address you words of sudden affection. 
 
 * Ned, you sly rascal ! Stop that winking with your left 
 eye at that girl. Ain t you ashamed of yourself!" cried 
 Rakeman, who had himself been rapping at the window to 
 a pretty serving-maid just coming from the variety shop 
 opposite, with a pound of butter, and a toss of her outraged 
 head. The oar blushed, and Rakeman remained silent 
 a few minutes watching Ayres, who continued to absorb 
 toast with a heartless disregard of the rights of widows. 
 
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 "Robin, "at length inquired Rakeman, " if you were 
 to be allowed to eat only ten pounds of food in one day, 
 how many pounds would you eat in ten days?" 
 
 -A hundred of course. Don t ask me such silly ques 
 
 tions. 
 
 No Robin. Thirty is the correct answer. You would 
 die of starvation the third day. " 
 
 "You get off a great many asinine gibes/ rejoined the 
 
 warbler." 
 
 " Robin/ returned the Southron, "you remind me, by 
 your remark, that had you lived in the days of the Roman 
 Republic, you might have been put to some good use, 
 whereas now you do nothing but confound the calculations 
 of political economists." 
 
 "What use do you mean?" asked Ayres, enraged at the 
 
 interruption. 
 
 "You might then, Robin," replied Rakeman, "have 
 served as a medium of exchange." Hamilton and Sauls- 
 bury laughed at Rakey s jest, and after a few moments Bow- 
 yer. Robin himself did not see the point until a month 
 afterwards, when he came across the name of the Roman 
 coin in recitation. He at once burst into a loud laugh, for 
 which he received a " Private" from his Latin tutor. 
 
 "What a capital club-table we have, fellows," remarked 
 Hamilton shortly. "I think we shall have a good influ 
 ence on the class." 
 
 The theme pricked up Ayres ears, and he paused a 
 moment in his desolating career. "I have heard older 
 men say "he said hastily "that if a man belong to a 
 
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 good club-table, he is sure of getting elected into all the 
 Societies." The warbler paid dear for his negligence. 
 Turning back to the table he cast a look of horror at the 
 last plate of toast, escaping under cover of Hebe Bridget. 
 
 "My cousin once told me," said Bowyer, "that a man 
 in his class, by controlling his club-table, though that con 
 trolled the societies and entire class." 
 
 " You, Robin, in that case," said Rakeman, " can easily 
 make yourself autocrat of the class. The societies rule the 
 class. Our club-table will rule the societies, and you with, 
 your appetite can easily bring us all to terms. Eh, Ned ?" 
 
 Rake, " returned the oar " you re a droll dog. How 
 I should like to see you sweating behind Seaborn in the 
 Harvard : that would take it out of you. 
 
 "How I should like to see you on a plantation picking 
 cotton, that would take it out of you, you old left eye winker. 
 But I m off. Who s going to Sweatrame s private theatricals 
 to-night ? They begin at eight. " 
 
 " And a cruising we will go." 
 
 Singing this genial chorus, the jolly son of the South 
 took Bowyer s arm, and the two sauntered off together, fol 
 lowed by the rest of the table. 
 
 "Lewis," said Saulsbury to his friend as they were walk 
 ing toward Harvard Block, "I wish to make a proposi 
 tion to you, that we learn ten odes of Horace by heart 
 every week, and recite them to each other, keeping an ac 
 count of our mistakes. " 
 
 " Bravo, Wentworth, that is the very thing I want to do. 
 
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 Tutor Rebus told me that no one ought to be considered 
 a Latin scholar, until he at least knew the odes of Horace 
 by heart. I heard of your reciting Horace the other day 
 without a book. That was a very swelly thing to do. " 
 
 " These recitations cut up a man s time so, that it is 
 hard to study to any purpose. I have a plan that saves the 
 time from being wholly lost. I read over my lesson with 
 a pony before going in, and try to learn the Latin and 
 Greek by heart during recitation. " 
 
 "Why, Wentworth, do you use a pony." Equo ne 
 crediteTeucri" "A pony never does one any good." 
 
 "A translation," replied Saulsbury, "is only a con 
 densed dictionary. There is a way some men have of ask 
 ing the men who recited in earlier divisions, what questions 
 the tutor asked, and looking up the answers to them. 
 That seems to me to be unfair, but I don t see why one 
 should not use means open to all. What right has the 
 Faculty to waste four hours a day of time making me hear 
 the ignorance of my classmates?" 
 
 "Well, Wentworth, perhaps you are right, but I should 
 not like to do so myself. " 
 
 " I am going to develop myself harmoniously this term, 
 Lewis," said Saulsbury. "I remember reading in some 
 book this summer, an idea that struck me as very true. 
 That the harmonious development of body, mind and soul, 
 was the only worthy aim of an intelligent being. " 
 
 To be stroke of the Harvard, President of the Chris 
 tian Brethren, and first scholar, is the practical way of put 
 ting it, I suppose," returned Hamilton, laughing. " Have 
 
58 Fair Harvard. 
 
 you read much this vacation ? I have|been reading Brown 
 ing, Ruskin and Hawthorne. WhaV a wonderful style 
 Hawthorne has. I never read him before. " 
 
 "I read Macaulay s Essays, and some volumes of Car- 
 lyle," replied Saulsbury. " How absurd Carlyle s views 
 seem to an American ! He seems to think that the greatness 
 of one man is the degradation of all the rest. By the way, 
 Lewis, are you going to Sweatrame s to-night ? v 
 
 "No, I was not invited. We are not on very good 
 terms. I should go by all means, if I were you. They 
 will be very good, I have no doubt." 
 
 Well, good bye, old man. If I m going it s time to 
 
 go-" 
 
 Wentworth, with this, took leave of Hamilton, and calling 
 for Rakeman, with him walked to the Bakery where 
 Sweatrame had his rooms. 
 
 " We ll all drink stone blind." 
 
 This pious song, which the Southron was singing, an 
 nounced the approach of our hero and his friend, who 
 were at once welcomed by their host. The room into 
 which they entered was filled with chairs, seated in which 
 were several of Wentworth s friends, laughing and talking 
 about men and things. Across one end of the room a 
 curtain was drawn, in front of which was a row of candles 
 to serve as footlights. 
 
 Excuse me, fellows, I must see to something behind 
 the scenes. There s Van beckoning to me," said Sweat 
 rame after seating his guests. 
 
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 "What are you talking about, Ned, so earnestly ?" asked 
 Wentworth of his friend the oar. 
 
 "We were talking about the Institute/ Bowyer re 
 plied. "I wonder who will be elected among the first 
 ten. They always elect the first scholar, so you re safe old, 
 man. " 
 
 " Not for that reason I m afraid, Ned ; I wish I were." 
 
 "It gives a man a great position in his class, to be 
 chosen among the first ten, " added Bowyer. * He becomes 
 a sort of censor. It ruins a man not to be elected into the 
 Institute, and the first ten elect all the rest. " 
 
 I remember, " said Wentworth, Ayres told me he 
 had heard it was a bad thing to resist hazing, or to do any 
 thing to provoke the upper classes, because it injured one s 
 chances of getting into Societies. I told him I thought it 
 of very trifling importance, compared with keeping one s 
 self respect. " 
 
 "One doesn t know much about college life, Went 
 worth, I suppose," said Bowyer, "until he gets into the 
 Societies. Senior and Junior years are much pleasanter on 
 that account. " 
 
 "I don t know much about college Societies, Ned; I 
 never talked much with the older men about them." 
 
 My cousin tells me, Wentworth, that it is best never to 
 speak about them. It injures a man very much." 
 
 " Oil, I m the rambling rake of poverty." 
 
 The Southron stopped singing his ditty. "Are you 
 talking about Societies, Ned ?" he said. I remember when 
 I first came to college, seeing the sign of the Mush-and- 
 
60 Fair Harvard. 
 
 Milk Club you know what it is : a man s name in white 
 letters on a black strip of cloth By Jove! thinks I, 
 "that s a good idea! I ll paste up my own name in the 
 same way ! A Senior told me I had better not do it. 
 That it was the sign of a Society, and it would get me into 
 trouble." 
 
 "It would have ruined you, Rakeman, if you had done 
 so." 
 
 And a shudder passed over the oar/ as he thought of 
 the danger his friend had escaped. "Hallo, the perform 
 ances are commencing, " he added, as the whistle sounded 
 and the curtain rose. The first scene represented the Fac 
 ulty room, with the President seated alone at the head of a 
 long table. A side door opened, and a student entered, 
 trembling violently. 
 
 "Mr. Pidcock Poplett," said the President, naming the 
 most bashful and effeminate boy in the class, whose sex 
 had often been a matter of serious inquiry among his class 
 mates. Mr. Pidcock Poplett, the Faculty have been in 
 formed that your language and conduct toward the college 
 goody who has charge of your rooms, has been grossly im 
 proper, and wish me to inform you that for this offence 
 you are suspended from college for one year. If the of 
 fence is repeated while you remain in college, the penalty 
 will be expulsion." 
 
 Poplett took out a handkerchief, and pressed it to his eyes. 
 
 "Cannot cannot you intercede for me!" he cried in 
 broken accents. "By the beard of St. Anthony, I did not 
 make the first advances. " 
 
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 "I will state what you say," said the President ; "but I 
 assure you, I have no influence with the Faculty." 
 
 "Oh, it will kill my poor mother! cried the boy, grop 
 ing his way out, weeping at every pore. 
 
 "I don t think," mused the President, slowly rubbing his 
 shrewd spectacles, I don t think I have committed my 
 self." 
 
 The door again opened, and a student with a leathery 
 countenance entered, and bowed to the President. 
 
 "Mr. Norman Lovelock Buggs," said the President. 
 "You have a room in College House." 
 
 "Yes sir." 
 
 Mr. Buggs, complaints have been made by several stu 
 dents living in that building, that you have in your room a 
 round tin article of great size, vulgarly known under the 
 name of a hip or hat bath. That you have twice filled this 
 utensil with water, once during the last, and once again 
 during this present term, for the purpose of bathing, to the 
 great annoyance of your fellow students, who have been 
 kept from their studies by the disturbance. The Faculty 
 have therefore voted you a public admonition. If the of 
 fence is repeated while you remain in college, the penalty 
 will be suspension." 
 
 Buggs face at first expressed astonishment, which, as the 
 President continued, gave place to deep indignation. 
 
 "I never did such a thing," he cried, as the President 
 finished. " I never have done, and I never would do such 
 a thing. Oh, cannot you intercede for me ? On the honor 
 of a gentleman " 
 
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 "I will state what you say," said the President; "but 
 you know I have no influence with the Faculty." 
 
 "Oh, it will kill my poor mother!" cried the boy in 
 agony, and he pressed his handkerchief to his eyes, and 
 went out of the room weeping hysterically. 
 
 "I don t think," mused the President, slowly rubbing 
 his shrewd spectacles, "I don t think I have committed 
 myself." 
 
 The door again opened, and a student, whose face wore 
 a look of remorse, entered the room. 
 
 "Mr. Rumun Venus Weed," said the President, fasten 
 ing upon the boy a look of the severest displeasure. " Mr. 
 Rumun Venus Weed, the Faculty have received informa 
 tion, which they are forced to believe authentic, that you 
 have on one several occasion liquidated, paid or satisfied 
 a small fraction of a claim purporting to be held against 
 you by one Hill, stable-keeper, in open violation of the 
 laws of the Commonwealth, and the customs of the Uni 
 versity. " 
 
 "I confess," broke in the boy, remorse deepening on 
 his face, "to have once yielded to this criminal weakness. 
 But can I not plead my inexperience my bitter, bitter 
 repentance ? I swear to you " 
 
 And the Faculty have accordingly voted you a public 
 admonition," continued the relentless President. 
 
 "Pity, oh pity my youth !" besought the boy, clasping 
 his hands in supplication. 
 
 " Young man," said the President, softening a little, 
 
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 "the offence though new is rank. The Faculty think an 
 example should be made of you, lest this custom, 
 
 like a new disease, unknown to men, 
 
 Creep, no precaution used, among the crowd. 
 
 I will, however, state what you say, but I regret to say I 
 have no influence with the Faculty/ 
 
 "Oh it will kill my poor mother !" said the youth, and 
 groped his way from the room, as one stunned by a grief too 
 deep for tears. 
 
 "I don t think," mused the President, slowly rubbing 
 his shrewd spectacles, "I don t think I have committed 
 myself." 
 
 The next scene represented a college recitation-room, 
 and the personal habits of the different tutors were taken 
 off. The mode in which recalcitrant Prodger lifted his leg, 
 or sneaky Brown glared at the students, and delivered his 
 sentences of death. The last scene discovered the Plummer 
 Professor, reading a paper from the pulpit, in scriptural 
 style, in which the Faculty were seen coming out of the 
 Ark, and each member likened to some animal not of the 
 highest dignity. 
 
 Thunders of applause in each case followed the falling 
 of the curtain, and Van, Sweatrame, Ayres, and the other 
 actors were called out, and obliged to make speeches of 
 thanks to their audience. The Faculty song was next 
 sung by Ayres, and a pleasant supper then made its 
 appearance, and the men were soon devouring their 
 oysters, and smoking and chatting in great spirits. 
 
 "The Seniors, this term," said Boywer, "had a great 
 fight over their orator. The Mush-and-Milk was very 
 
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 hard pushed by the Anti-Mushes, but they got their orator 
 by one vote." 
 
 Doesn t a class elect its best men to the class offices, 
 without regard to Societies?" asked Wentworth. 
 
 " Of course not," said Sweatrame, laughing at the inno 
 cence of his guest. "The Mush-and-Milk Club has its 
 candidates, and the scrubs their candidates, and each party 
 tries to elect its own men." 
 
 "Last night," Rakeman interrupted the conversation 
 with remarking, " Brandreth came into my room to get 
 me to file off some screws on one side, so that they could 
 not be unscrewed, and about one o clock called for me to 
 go with him, and hold a candle, while he and Seaborn 
 screwed up Tutor Jones. They had to open Jones door 
 with an axe this morning, and Brandreth gained a recita 
 tion." 
 
 " I wonder," remarked Ayres, joining in the conversa 
 tion, "how Jones can stay in a place where he is so hated. 
 I should think he would leave the college." 
 
 "I ve heard," said Bowyer, "that one reason why Tutor 
 Rebus is so popular, is that he always says you know so 
 and so, when telling a man anything. Jones always says 
 of course a thing is so and so. Rebus too always calls 
 a man Mr. He is a perfect gentleman, and the most pop 
 ular teacher in college. " 
 
 It seems strange to me, " said Van, that men should 
 be praised so much here for being gentlemen, as if it were 
 such a great thing. I remember father used to say that 
 being a gentleman was like having a pair of legs nothing 
 
Fair Harvard. 65 
 
 to boast of having, though it would be a misfortune to be 
 without them." 
 
 "I had almost rather be a law student than a tutor," 
 said Sweatrame. 
 
 " There is a strong movement on foot to induce you to 
 become a tutor, Sweatrame," which sally of Wentworth s 
 was received with a laugh by his hearers, since Sweatrame 
 was well known to be engaged in a desperate rivalry with 
 Nutkins for the foot of the class. The competition was 
 terrible, but the odds were in favor of Sweatrame. Singu 
 larly enough," continued Wentworth, "some Sophs had 
 some theatricals night before last in my building, and 
 Seaborn invited me into his room to see them." 
 
 I should think some fellows in that class would act very 
 well," remarked Rakey. "Tell us about them." 
 
 That Brandreth, is a capital actor. In one scene he 
 represented Professor Alchemist. He had a table before 
 him covered with retorts, blow-pipes, and all that sort of 
 thing, and with two bottles of ink on it. Brandreth 
 stood up dressed in black. Gentlemen, he began, 
 in my last lecture, I showed you some of the peculiar 
 characteristics of solids. In my present lecture I propose 
 to illustrate spme of the singular propensities of liquids. 
 You will observe that I hold in my right hand a piece of 
 white letter paper. If now I dip this paper which I hold 
 in my right hand, into a colorless substance like water, as I 
 now do, you observe that no change takes place in the 
 color of the paper. If, however, I take this bottle of black 
 ink in my left hand, as I now do, and grasping the letter 
 
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 paper firmly in my right hand, dip the paper into the black 
 compound, which I hold in my left hand, the paper be 
 comes immediately of a deep black color. If on the other 
 hand I take this bottle of red ink in my left hand, as I now 
 do, and still grasping the letter paper firmly in my right 
 hand, dip the paper into the red compound which I hold 
 in my left hand, the paper becomes immediately of a deep 
 red color. These experiments afford the most delicate test 
 of the quality of these liquids, and prove that the first com 
 pound is an alkali or base, and that the second compound 
 is an acid. The discovery of the wonderful properties of 
 this paper was made in a singular manner. 
 
 " Chemistry was just emerging from its empirical state, 
 and the united aim of chemists of genius was to discover 
 some test for liquids to introduce the element of certainty 
 into chemistry, and raise it to its just position as a science. 
 
 " In the year 1814, in an alabaster room lined with red 
 and blue litmus paper, sat a thin spare man. Who was 
 that thin spare man ? That thin spare man w r as Sir 
 Humphrey Davy ! Sir Humphrey Davy, like all great 
 chemists of that period, was endeavoring to discover a test 
 for liquids. 
 
 Taking a piece of white letter paper in his right hand, 
 he first dipt it into the compound of oxygen and hydro 
 gen, vulgarly known as water. The experiment did not 
 succeed, and no change took place in the color of the pa 
 per. Any other man would have despaired. Not so Sir 
 Humphrey Davy, Drinking off a glass of sulphuric acid, 
 Sir Humphrey Davy lit his oxy-hydrogen blow-pipe, 
 
Fair Harvard. 67 
 
 which emits a lambent-colored flame, and heated a vessel 
 full of alcohol until it entirely evaporated. Sir Humphrey 
 Davy then dips the letter paper into the residuum of that 
 compound. The experiment does not succeed, and no 
 change takes place in the color of the paper. 
 
 " Any other man would have despaired. Not so Sir 
 Humphrey Davy. Drinking off a glass of nitric acid, Sir 
 Humphrey Davy grasps the paper firmly in his right hand, 
 and taking a bottle of black ink in his left hand, dips the 
 paper into that compound. The experiment succeeds. 
 The paper becomes immediately of a deep black color. 
 Chemistry becomes a science. Imagine the joy of Davy. 
 Sir Humphrey mixes a tumbler of sulphuric, nitric, and 
 muriatic acids, and crying "Eureka !" drains off that com 
 pound. Excitement and pleasure combined, throw thai 
 great and good man for the first and last time in his life, 
 into a state of beastly intoxication. " 
 
 " Bravo, Wentworth 1" cried Rakey, "what a memory 
 you ve got ! You re a brick made of Richmond clay." 
 
 You Southern and Western men have very humorous 
 expressions," said Wentworth. " Yesterday I called on 
 Gowan you know him, Van, that bright fellow from Illi 
 nois. " 
 
 "You call on the queerest men, Wentworth. I don t 
 know him." 
 
 "Well, tant pis pour vous you ought to know him. 
 He s one of the most talented men in the class. We were 
 talking about his life out West. He said he once 
 * wrestled for six months, until one day he struck a rich 
 
68 Fair Harvard. 
 
 uncle between wind and water, who fitted him for col 
 lege/ 
 
 "What did he mean by wrestling ? " inquired Rakeman. 
 
 "He said wrestling was not to be fixed." All society, 
 he explained to me, was divided into three classes : the 
 well fixed/ the fixed/ and the wrestling. Every 
 one, he said, belongs to one of these three classes. If a 
 man sees a year of a house, food, clothing and coin before 
 him, he is well fixed. If he sees two or three weeks, he 
 is fixed. But if he is not certain of a night s lodging or a 
 day s meals, then he is wrestling. Isn t that humor 
 ous ?" 
 
 "I confess I don t see anything funny in it," said Ayres. 
 "I don t see how you can know such a scrub." 
 
 "You will probably see the point, Robin, in the course 
 of a year. I assure you, it may well be the aim of any 
 one of us to be just such a scrub. " 
 
 "Come, Wentworth, don t be quarrelsome. Ayres, give 
 us a song. 
 
 " Ubi sunt oil pocula," 
 
 hummed the tuneful Southron. "Sing us one of those 
 Scotch songs of yours." Ayres returned to his former state 
 of good nature, and sang for half an hour. 
 
 "Come round to my room, Wentworth, won t you?" 
 said Van, as the party broke up, and taking Wentworth s 
 arm, he walked with him to Browne s, where he buried 
 him in a luxurious arm-chair. "I wish you had been 
 here night before last, Wentworth," he said. "I had a 
 boxing soiree in my room. You d have seen a set-to* 
 
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 between Ayres, the Canary or Stallion, and Barney Gumm, 
 the Cambridgeport Chicken, who happened to drop in. 
 Rakeman and I got up the match after much persuasion. 
 Each of the men swung his arms around for some minutes 
 like windmills, when by some chance the Canary s bunch 
 of fives lit on the Chicken s peeper. The Chicken s soul 
 was up in arms. Retreating a few yards, he levels his left 
 arm at full length, like a spear in rest, and aiming it well, 
 rides full tilt at the Canary s nob, striking it fair and square 
 and spilling much good claret. By the way, Wentworth, 
 you are getting to be such a dig/ that it is injuring my 
 reputation as a bird, to know you; you must reform, 
 old man." 
 
 "It seems to be rather against a man here not to be a 
 dunce," said Wentworth, good humoredly. 
 
 Well, Wentworth, you know that -except yourself there 
 aren t any good fellows in the first half. Now don t deny it 
 for the sake of seeing what you can say for a bad cause. I 
 feel very seedy/ to-night. I went to a bat in Sweat- 
 rame s room yesterday, and we smoked and drank till 
 three. It was very slow. Nutkins was there and Sweat- 
 rame got him very well soaked/ That Nutkins is the 
 most fortunate man in the class. He can get roaring 
 drunk on the best liquor for twelve cents. Such a consti 
 tution is a saving of hundreds of dollars a year to a fast 
 man." 
 
 "I heard," said Wentworth, " that Sweatrame tumbled 
 out of the window about fifteen feet. I wonder he didn t 
 break his neck." 
 
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 "You ll find in your Bible somewhere, Wentworth, that 
 God softens the ground for the falling inebriate, or tempers 
 the wind to the shorn lamb, or something of that kind." 
 
 "Van, I wish to propose to you," "Wentworth shortly 
 remarked, to carry out with me a plan for physical devel 
 opment. . You re one of the best boxers and athletes in 
 the class, and I want you to assist me. " 
 
 "Well, Wentworth, I suppose I m fool enough to do 
 what you ask for a little while. I was afraid you wanted 
 me to learn the Iliad by heart. " 
 
 " You must agree, Van, every other week, to box twice 
 a week, and to take a run or a row or a ride every day. 
 You will soon be in splendid condition." 
 
 You will soon be in heaven or elsewhere, Wentworth. 
 Why, you are making a prize-fighter of me." 
 
 "Well, Van, it is better to be a prize-fighter, than such a 
 blase fellow as you are. I ve been reading up about train 
 ing. I m going to begin myself next Monday and practice 
 it every other week. You get up early in the morning, 
 take a short walk before breakfast, eat a raw beefsteak, and 
 cracked wheat or hominy, then you run or row for a 
 couple of hours, and after resting, drink a glass of sherry 
 with an egg in it." 
 
 "Stop, Wentworth !" cried Van ; "repeat that about the 
 sherry. You touch me there. " 
 
 "You dine on beef or mutton, and one potato. In the 
 afternoon you exercise for an hour, take a light tea, and in 
 the evening refresh the mind by reading something not too 
 profound, like the Wilkes Spirit. " 
 
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 "You then, Wentworth, I suppose, place a volume of 
 Bancroft s History under your head, and sleep like Rip Van 
 Winkle. There s too much pleasure in the life you describe 
 for a moral man like myself. Can t you have something 
 for a foil at least ? You might introduce a treadmill for 
 the time not occupied." 
 
 " You ll soon be in splendid form, Van. You know if 
 you take care of yourself you ll be in the Harvard in a year 
 or two." 
 
 Well, Wentworth, madness is catching. I ll try it with 
 you a few weeks. What an odd devil you are. This 
 week you are a dig of digs/ Next week you will be 
 sweating like Hercules. I suppose you ll take up a fast 
 line soon, and trifle with the affections of goodies, or have 
 prayer meetings in your room every night. Don t hurry 
 off, old man, it s early yet. Well, au reooir. I ll see you 
 to-morrow." And Van nodded to Wentworth, who bade 
 his friend good-night, and returned to his room to work 
 on his Horace. 
 
CHAPTER V. 
 
 Largior hie campos aether et luuiiim vestit 
 Purpureo." 
 
 IAN, are you going to Mrs. Morris s to-night ?" 
 Wentworth asked his friend, a few weeks after 
 their pleasant evening at Sweatrame s room. 
 "No, I don t know them," replied Van. "Come round 
 to my room when it s over, and I ll have a punch ready for 
 you." 
 
 As this was the first large party at which Wentworth had 
 ever been, he thought :t well to be punctual. At the hour 
 of eight, therefore, fro presented himself at Mrs. Morris s 
 door. Finding no one in the dressing-room, and fearing 
 that he was too late, he pulled on his gloves, and hastened 
 to the drawing-room. His invitation had stated that there 
 were only going to be a few friend s. Wentworth had not, 
 however, imagined that these few would be limited to him 
 self alone. Yet, as he entered the drawing-room, this 
 seemed to be the case. Wentworth gazed at the mirrors, 
 the baskets of flowers, and the white cloth stretched across 
 the empty floors, and the shudder which passes over the 
 
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 bravest captain at the sight of the thirsty saw-dust sprinkling 
 over the cleared deck, crept over him. The thought then 
 flashed upon him, that he had come too early. " What !" 
 he exclaimed, "if any one from the upper classes should 
 know that I came before the family were dressed? For 
 heaven s sake let me get out of this place. " Wentworth 
 turned and was making for the door, when he was aware 
 of three ladies entering the room, two of them young, and 
 the third about forty, evidently his hostess, Mrs. Morris. 
 
 "This is Mr. Saulsbury, is it not?" said the eldest of 
 the ladies, coming forward. "I m delighted to see you. 
 You have neglected us shamefully this winter. Miss 
 Leigh, let me introduce Mr. Saulsbury to you. " 
 
 Will you not take me to a seat, Mr. Saulsbury ?" said 
 Miss Leigh, as Wentworth bowed to her. "One gets so 
 tired standing before dancing!" and at this request Went 
 worth led the girl to the window, as Morris senior, and two 
 or three of his classmates, entered the room. "I have 
 seen you somewhere before, I am sure, Mr. Saulsbury," 
 said Miss Leigh, seating herself on a lounge in a bow win 
 dow, which looked into the trees and shrubbery which 
 encircled the house. " Oh, I remember, it was at the foot 
 ball game last autumn." 
 
 "I saw a great many stars then," said Wentworth, laugh 
 ing, as he thought of his personal appearance at that com 
 bat. 
 
 "You ought not to talk to ladies in that way, Mr. 
 Saulsbury. How horrible those foot-ball games are! 
 
74 Fair Harvard. 
 
 They re almost like prize-fights. I would not have gone 
 to them, if I had known what they were. " 
 
 Though persons talk against prize-fighting, they 
 always read the accounts of them with great interest," 
 said Wentworth. 
 
 " I confess I do like to hear about such things," said 
 Miss Leigh, though it is very wicked to say so. " It is 
 so pleasant to see persons in earnest about anything now-a- 
 days. The men one meets in society are so frivolous. 
 They do nothing but dance, and talk small: talk. Don t 
 you like all physical exercises ? I used to row at Newport 
 last summer. I enjoyed it ever so much. I wish girls 
 could go to college, and call round on each other in their 
 rooms, and talk and read. A lady s time is all taken up 
 in making and receiving formal calls. Do you like the 
 Seniors class song? I heard Mr. Morris singing it at tea. 
 A classmate of yours, a Mr. Sweatrame, was introduced to 
 me the other evening. What a horrible story was told 
 about him ! it can t be true that he was seen at the 
 theatre intoxicated. I don t think society ought to cut a 
 man for being once intoxicated. It might make him 
 desperate. Though I don t see how any woman could 
 ever marry him. Perhaps, after years of repentance "- 
 
 11 1 thought ladies preferred fast men, Miss Leigh. 
 There is so much joy over finding the lost sheep. Rake- 
 man often quotes the saying, Reformed rakes make the 
 best husbands. " 
 
 * Your friend must be a very wicked fellow, Mr. Sauls- 
 bury. Is he as handsome and clever as you say ? I should 
 
Fair Harvard. 75 
 
 like to see him very much, though I know I should not 
 like him. What a night this would be for a walk on the 
 beach at Newport. How clearly the stars shine through 
 the trees." 
 
 "Do you remember the most beautiful lines in Shake 
 speare, Miss Leigh? 
 
 Look liow the floor of Heaven 
 
 Is thick inlaid with patines of bright gold ; 
 There s not the smalldst " 
 
 " Miss Leigh, may I have the pleasure of the next waltz 
 with you ?" broke in an odious voice, and to Wentworth s 
 rage, he saw Seaborn about to carry off his prey. 
 
 "Excuse me a moment, Mr. Seaborn. Mr. Saulsbury, 
 I am going to present you to Miss Campbell. I m a sort 
 of hostess, you know. You ll like her very much. She s 
 very bright. Some persons call her a flirt, but it isn t 
 true." 
 
 "I think Mrs. Morris told me that you were a Junior, 
 Mr. Saulsbury," was the first remark Miss Campbell made 
 to Wentworth, which flattered our hero immensely, and at 
 once set him at his ease. I m so glad to find that you re 
 not going to dance. My foot was nearly crushed by the 
 gentleman with whom I waltzed last. He scarcely seemed 
 to touch the floor." 
 
 He must be a very graceful dancer, Miss Campbell. " 
 
 Graceful is but a faint term to express his skill, I as 
 sure you. You have no right to laugh at me. You have 
 no sympathy for suffering, I see." 
 
 11 Not when it is the cause of so much pleasure to me." 
 
 "Men are always so selfish. I shan t be able to dance 
 
76 Fair Harvard. 
 
 before the German. I have often heard Mrs. Morris speak 
 of you. Why didn t you go out this winter ? Men who 
 can talk ought to make it a principle to go into society. 
 There are so few men who can do anything but dance. 
 Isn t Miss Leigh charming? She is so full of life. She is 
 a great favorite with both men and women, which is very 
 rare ; don t you think so ?" 
 
 Thus Miss Campbell talked on, and Wentworth listened 
 to her with admiration, careless of the dancers whirling 
 madly past him. Miss Campbell had that power of sym 
 pathizing with her hearer, which is so dangerous to the 
 peace of mankind. She asked Wentworth about his fa 
 vorite authors and pursuits, and flattered his vanity by 
 praising what he himself admired. And soon our hero 
 found himself talking with an earnestness which surprised 
 the reticent New England boy. Miss Campbell had also 
 a bewitching way of raising her eyelids as she spoke, and 
 darting a clear glance from her almond-shaped eyes which 
 impressed the meaning of her words, and the brilliant 
 yet soft beauty of her eyes, with equal force upon her 
 hearer. 
 
 The words of a beautiful woman ! With what an ecstatic 
 charm do they touch the soul of a boy ! Had Mr. A or 
 Mr. B said the same things, their remarks would appear 
 little better than commonplace. But spoken by a beautiful 
 woman, each word as it issues from her lips clothes itself 
 with the beauty of its source. The last illusion to leave 
 the mind of youth, is that a beautiful woman can ever be 
 stupid. I have known college boys even distrust their 
 
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 own talents, sooner than admit this saddest of truths. If 
 such is the power of beautiful stupidity, the effect of Miss 
 Campbell, who was beautiful and by no means stupid, upon 
 the susceptible mind of our Freshman, can be readily 
 imagined. A few of Miss Campbell s sentences seemed 
 more precious to him than all the homilies he remembered 
 to have heard. "I had rather/ he thought as he watched 
 the strings of pearls dropping from the kiss-worthy lips of 
 the arch beauty before him "I had rather hear Miss 
 Campbell for half an hour, than listen to the Reverend 
 Doctor Eider Down week together. " And yet the clergy 
 man under whom Wentworth had sat from his youth up, 
 was one of the main pillows of the Church. So insidious is 
 the influence of woman ! 
 
 The time passed rapidly, and Wentworth was greatly 
 surprised when Miss Campbell s partner for the German 
 came to take her to supper for which ceremony he had 
 also engaged her and to end our hero s pleasure for the 
 evening. After supper the chairs were arranged for the 
 dance, and Wentworth took his station among the un 
 wholesome cluster of damp wall-weeds near the door, and 
 addressed now and then a few words to an ancient duenna, 
 who held her seat near him. It is a much greater pleasure 
 to the writer of this history, and doubtless to its readers 
 (if any) to see the enjoyment of others than to engage in it 
 himself. Wentworth, however, had not yet attained to 
 this state of Christian perfection. As he stood among the 
 uneasy throng by the door, though his face still preserved 
 the polite and vacuous expression which society enjoins, 
 
78 Fair Harvard. 
 
 beneath the surface were raging the fiercest passions of 
 envy and jealousy. 
 
 Much our hero wondered at the audacity of Brandreth 
 or Seaborn as they whirled the fragile compounds of muslin 
 and flesh on their reckless course, now scouring the fender, 
 now shaving with flying skirt some frightened father 
 stranded on the shore. As Miss Leigh, who danced with a 
 grace only girls born at Papantis can attain, floated swiftly 
 by him, or Miss Campbell s silver feet wove a magic web 
 for the entanglement of the hearts of youth, Wentworth s 
 body hugged the wall, to avoid being swept away by the 
 curling waves of the tempestuous petticoat, but his soul 
 swelled high with rage. 
 
 The social position of a Freshman is indeed not envi 
 able. The fair sex, whose opinions are mostly the shadows 
 of the foul, look on a Freshman with that worst of senti 
 ments, pity. They regard him with a sort of motherly affec 
 tion which, though the holiest of feelings, excites hor- 
 resco refer ens, 1 nothing but the bitterest ingratitude in the 
 breasts of its objects. 
 
 Wentworth had also this evening suffered as he fancied 
 the Olympian superiority of the Senior, which disdains ex 
 pression, the sedate pride of the Junior, and, hardest to bear, 
 the parvenu conceit of the Sophomore. All these our 
 hero had endured, and enduring, plumed his philosophic 
 pride, trusting in the change revolving time would bring. 
 Suddenly he beheld a sight which caused the room to 
 swim in darkness around him. 
 
 There dwelt in the aristocratic village of Longwood, rich 
 
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 son of a richer father, a youth named Gully Bustin. 
 Twice had the mounting ambition of this young man tempted 
 him to try to enter Harvard College. Twice had he been 
 rejected and relegated to his former ignominious status. Mr. 
 Bustin had rather agood face and figure; but he wore a black 
 lace neck-tie ; nor was his family of very ancient origin. All 
 his sins, however, which were many, were forgiven him by 
 the fair, for he danced much and well. As Wentworth 
 surveyed the black cares attached to their brilliant pleasures 
 flitting past him, he caught sight of Master Gully Bustin, of 
 whom he had heard mention, dancing with Miss Campbell, 
 and as much at his ease as a Senior or a prince. 
 
 "A sub-Fresh!" he muttered, and the thought that he, 
 Wentworth Saulsbury, member of the University, was idly 
 taking root upon the shore, while a nameless being a 
 sub-Freshman was braving it upon the open sea, proved 
 too much for his philosophy. Wentworth swore a terrible 
 oath, which shook all the barbers poles in the country, 
 that never should razor mow the bristling forest of his chin 
 until he had learnt to dance with grace and ease. "I will 
 make myself the best dancer in college," he resolved, 
 "and waltz once with Miss Campbell. Then I will stand 
 by the door and let all the girls languish for me." Thus 
 resolving, he bowed to the ancient duenna and walked to 
 the supper room. 
 
 "How are you, Saulsbury? I m glad to see that you 
 have brains enough not to dance. Take a glass of wine 
 with me/ said Morris, pouring out a glass of Burgundy for 
 
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 our hero, and filling the glasses for the Seniors who were 
 standing round him. 
 
 " Hands to hands, boys, hearts to hearts, boys. 
 
 " We shan t have many more suppers together," he added 
 with a sigh. 
 
 I wish I could exchange places with you, Saulsbury. 
 You have the pleasantest part of your life before you." 
 
 Wentworth remained in the supper-room a few minutes, 
 and then, begging Morris to excuse him to his mother, 
 whom he would not disturb, he took his hat and coat, and 
 stole quietly into the free air. Remembering his engage 
 ment with Van Courtland, he walked gloomily towards his 
 room at Brown s. 
 
 " Oh, the little black bull came down from the mountain!" 
 
 sang the well known voice of Rakeman, as Wentworth en 
 tered. 
 
 "How are you, Wentworth!" cried Van. "I order it 
 up. Make yourself at home, old man. We shall finish 
 our game directly. " 
 
 Wentworth seated himself and watched Van and Rake 
 man at play. 
 
 "Order up a right bower, Van?" said Rakeman; 
 "you re mad. See, I ve euchred you. Come, take your 
 revenge ; I m ten dollars in. " 
 
 1 No more to-night, " answered Van. You know we 
 agreed to stop at half past twelve. I always make it a rule 
 to stop at the time fixed, if I m a loser. The man who 
 wins can t propose to stop, you know." 
 
 "Well, Van, you re a martinet. Mix up the punch, old 
 
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 man, and be temperate in the use of water. What sort of 
 a time did you have, Wentworth ? You look like a poor 
 man who has just become the father of three healthy chil 
 dren. Van says you ve been at Mrs. Morris s ! Did you 
 see any pretty girls there ?" 
 
 "There was a Miss Campbell there, Rake, who is a 
 fearfully handsome girl. She has a figure like one of 
 Guide s Hours, and her eyes do you remember that 
 description in the Arabian Nights ? God said of her eyes, 
 Met them be/ and they were, affecting men s hearts with 
 the potency of wine. 
 
 Stop, " cried Rakeman. You make me uneasy ; 
 you remind me of what has made my life a curse ;" and a 
 shadow flitted over the jolly face of the Southerner, for 
 like all men at his time of life, Rakeman had suffered 
 from the fatal effects of the tender passion. Money 
 won at play," Rakeman continued, surveying his earn 
 ings with pride, "I consider consecrated. It should 
 be spent only for sacred objects. The oyster is, I think on 
 the whole, the noblest work of God, and I propose to in 
 vite the two club-tables to an oyster supper at my room 
 next Wednesday. Here s to you, fellows ! Van, this 
 punch is worthy of your guest ;" and Rakeman drained a 
 tumbler of Van s brave punch with a generous relish. 
 
 "Van," said Wentworth, "I want to go on a lark. 
 The sight of a sub-Freshman at Mrs. Morris filled me 
 with disgust. I must have a change of scene. Sup 
 pose we go to New York, Friday night. We can get 
 
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 back Monday morning, and only cut one recitation. 
 There are no good tailors in Boston, you know." 
 
 Are you going to take up the line of a swell ?" said 
 Van, laughing. "I told you you would come to that 
 soon. " 
 
 "Another line !" cried Rakeman. "I ll go with you, 
 though. It will be good fun. " 
 
 I used to meet a Miss Amy Saulsbury, last winter, " 
 said Van ; "she was a charming girl, and a great belle." 
 
 "She s, a cousin of mine. I haven t seen her for three 
 years. We ll make her give us a certificate that we have 
 attended church while we re there. But I must be off, old 
 man. It s nearly two o clock. " 
 
 "So must I," said Rakeman. "Good night, fellows ;" 
 and Wentworth and Rakeman took a last glass of punch, 
 and made their way to their rooms, leaving Van to retire to 
 his peaceful couch. 
 
CHAPTER VI. 
 
 "Hermes omnia solus, et ter unus." 
 
 WONDER what makes me feel so fearfully 
 blue/ remarked our hero late one Summer s 
 night, throwing himself back in his easy- 
 looking at the pleasant stretch of country on 
 either side the azure Charles. It was the last day of Went- 
 worth s second term in college, and he had just returnee 
 from a supper, given by him to his club-table, at Par 
 ker s. The windows were open, and he listened a few 
 minutes to the delicate noises that tickled the ear of Night 
 the voice of the frog the organist, the cricket with his 
 merry fiddle, and the love-sick tree-toad, without experien 
 cing great relief. I can t think what makes me so out of 
 spirits," he repeated, with an effort to shake off his despon 
 dency. What a good song Rakeman sang to-night. 
 
 Ye brothers, when I m no more drinking, 
 
 -Let me think of something pleasant. What a jolly 
 time we had in New York, and what a pretty girl Cousin 
 Amy has grown to be 1" and Wentworth s mind recurred to 
 
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 a scene he well remembered. A bright graceful girl, with 
 inviting lips, was standing opposite him. "Don t you 
 know, Wentworth, it is improper to hold a lady s hand so 
 long? See, you have bruised it, you re so strong," and the 
 girl leant nearer our hero, to show him the mischief 
 already done. "Why, Wentworth," she exclaimed, darting 
 back, "How dare you ! We are too old for such ceremo 
 nies. You Bostonians are all barbarians. Be sure and 
 come to see me to-morrow, and I ll try and reform you, 
 though I ve little hope !" and the girl blushed, and shook 
 her head reprovingly at her cousin, as he took his leave. 
 This reminiscence lessened Wentworth s gloom, and he 
 looked around his room in better spirits. 
 
 "How attached you become to your room, after living 
 in it a year," he mused, gazing at his books and pictures 
 with the kindly eye of possession. 
 
 The room justified some degree of pleasure. Its origi 
 nal furniture had long since disappeared, and had given 
 place to heavy oaken tables, lounges, and easy-chairs. A 
 large carved book-case stood against the wall, on each side 
 of the entrance, filled with rare editions of books, richly 
 bound. The side of the room opposite the door, was 
 nearly covered with a huge photograph of the Roman Fo 
 rum, flanked by a bronze statue of the Venus de Milo, and 
 a dying gladiator of the same metal. Engravings of no 
 little value, were hung thickly around the walls, with two 
 or three landscape paintings by American artists. Among 
 these as foils shone opposite the mantel, a proof copy of 
 Miiller s Madonna di San Sisto. 
 
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 Wentworth surveyed his treasures a few minutes with re 
 lief, but could not keep his mind from recurring to his life 
 during the past term, the thought of which, though he 
 would not confess it, weighed upon his conscience. Dur 
 ing the first two months of the term, indeed, our hero had 
 carried out his plans of study, and exercise, with great 
 regularity, one week reciting his Horace with Hamilton, 
 and studying far into the night, and the next rowing, spar 
 ring, and running with Van and Bowyer. 
 
 Toward the end of the second month, however, Went 
 worth had. taken up a third line that of a swell. This 
 character required him to give, and attend pleasant din 
 ners and suppers, at his own or his friends rooms, at ho 
 tels in breezy Boston, at Point Shirley, or whatever place 
 promised good cheer. It also made him intimate with a 
 great many fashionable tailors in town, upon whom he 
 levied for all varieties of cloth and color to hit the chang 
 ing hour and season. 
 
 Our hero s literary tastes made him also a great con 
 noisseur in large paper copies, white vellum, and the 
 secrets of the book trade, and in the selection of fine en 
 gravings, and the like, the results of which soon enlivened 
 the stern simplicity of his room. 
 
 This third line, moreover, obliged him to attend the dif 
 ferent places of amusement, the theatres or operas, which 
 the capital offered, and to learn to distinguish between the 
 stars that shone, or the voices that warbled from time to 
 time upon their stages. In fact all the pleasures which it 
 becomes a man of the world to seek and enjoy, Went- 
 
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 worth had plunged into with the hearty recklessness of 
 youth. 
 
 " Dum vivimus, vivamus," was a quotation at that time 
 often upon his lips. His erudition had discovered this 
 saying, and the knowledge of Latin one gains at college 
 enabled him to quote it with great accuracy. It soon, 
 however, proved so much pleasanter to ride than to run, 
 to dine than to fast, and to dress like a bird of paradise, 
 than in the shirt and pantaloons of a training man, and to 
 do any of these things than to learn Latin odes by heart, 
 that Wentworth s third line soon swallowed up the other two. 
 
 These various pursuits, though developing doubtless 
 the harmonious man, took away greatly from Wentworth s 
 rank, which fell from near the head of the class, towards 
 the foot of the first half. They also, as a shrewd observer 
 might readily guess, cost a great deal of coin or credit. 
 Wentworth s allowance was a thousand dollars a term, 
 which was large for a college-boy in America. His 
 father was known, moreover, to be one of the wealthiest 
 men in the State, and Wentworth found little difficulty in 
 obtaining credit. His name adorned many pages of the 
 books of the confiding stable-keepers of Cambridge and 
 Boston. It might also have been discovered by the 
 curious in numerous tailors interesting unpublished 
 MSS., and was well known to hotel -keepers, tobaccon 
 ists, wine merchants, " et id genus o??ine" 
 
 To be deeply in debt is a great advantage to a young man 
 in any profession in life. It causes one can readily see 
 a large circle of men to take a deeper interest in your 
 
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 life and prosperity, than can be secured by any other 
 course. It is difficult for a college-boy, however, to see 
 and act upon this truth. Wentworth, instead of growing 
 more cheerful as the term wore on, and his debts in 
 creased, became haunted with gloomy fits, which he in 
 vain endeavored to throw off, by increased dissipation. In 
 spite of these, however, his loss of rank and open-handed 
 generosity, had made him a great favorite in his class, and 
 he had, with Van, Bowyer, Rakeman, Swcatrame, and five 
 others, been chosen as the first ten of the Institute of 1770, 
 the great ambition of the Freshman year. 
 
 The last few days of the term, Wentworth had felt unu 
 sually despondent. Though he tried to forget his mis 
 spent months, the retrospect was continually forcing itself 
 upon him. As he sat in his room this last evening of the 
 term, the contrast of what he had done, with what he had 
 hoped to do, of his idle waste of time and talents, with his 
 high ambition, and proud aims "Don t think of it," he 
 said to himself- "Regret but doubles evil. No one can 
 say I have not enjoyed myself. Pleasure a-t least is a reality. 
 Hang it ! I keep thinking of Hamilton to-night. I won 
 der whether he has got back from Philadelphia. I hope 
 his father is better. Somehow I don t feel us though I 
 knew Lewis as well as I used to. These religious fellows 
 never can be friends of men of the world. Hallo ! what s 
 this ? A letter from father, and one from Hamilton !" he 
 exclaimed, catching sight of two letters on the table. 
 
 " My dear son," began the letter which Wentworth first 
 opened "You will regret to learn, as I to write, that ow- 
 
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 ing to the crisis from which the country is suffering, I have 
 been obliged to greatly curtail my expenses. My property, 
 as you know, consists mostly of manufacturing slocks. 
 These have paid no dividends during the past six months, 
 and it is impossible to tell how soon they will recommence. 
 I can easily allow you $500 for your next year at college, 
 without injury to your mother and sister. If you can live 
 on that sum, you may make arrangements to return to 
 Cambridge next year. Otherwise, you must wait till our 
 affairs look up a little. Your mother sends her love to 
 you. 
 
 " Your affectionate father, 
 
 L. SAULSBURY." 
 
 "Heugh!" cried Wentworth, " l fuit Ilium. What 
 next !" and he opened the other letter 
 
 "My dear Wentworth/ it began, " I returned to Cam 
 bridge to-day. Father died three days ago, after a great 
 deal of pain. It was found on his death that business 
 anxiety had caused his sickness, and that nearly all his 
 property had been lost by the panic. Enough has been 
 saved to enable mother to live comfortably, but I shall be 
 obliged to leave college. My uncle has offered me a place 
 in his store in Philadelphia, as a clerk, which I have ac 
 cepted. I called to see you twice this evening, but did 
 not find you in. Will you not do me the favor to sell my 
 books and furniture and send the money to my address 
 at Philadelphia, as I wish to start for home early to-morrow 
 morning. I hoped to win a name here, but it has been 
 
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 ordered otherwise. You, my dear friend, will, I am sure, 
 use the golden opportunity, the loss of which fills me with so 
 much regret. Promise to write me often, and believe me, 
 " Always your sincere friend, 
 
 LEWIS HAMILTON. " 
 
 "Poor Lewis !" cried Wentworth. "Clerk ! the devil ! 
 Why doesn t his uncle keep him in college !" and our hero 
 jumped from his seat, seized his hat, and ran toward Har 
 vard Block. 
 
 "Why, Wentworth! I m delighted to see you!" said 
 Lewis, opening the door at his vigorous knocking. "I 
 was afraid I should not see you again for a long time. " 
 
 "What s this, Lewis, about your going away?" Went 
 worth broke out with. 
 
 Don t talk about it, Wentworth. It cuts me very 
 much. I have learnt to love the dear old place," and 
 Lewis turned aside from his friend, like all boys ashamed 
 to show feeling. The young fellow looked thin and worn 
 with watching, and the loss of his father had told upon him 
 sadly. "You can t think, Wentworth," he said shortly, 
 with his old pleasant voice weakened somewhat by exhaus 
 tion, how much I thank you for coming round to-night. 
 Sit down and we ll have one of our old talks again. It 
 seems an age since we used to talk together so earnestly, 
 so many things have happened, " and a sharp look of pain 
 ful memories passed over Lewis s face which sent a sudden 
 pang to Wentworth s heart. "But we won t speak of those 
 things, " he added softly, " It is of you I want to speak, 
 
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 Wentworth ; promise me, my dear friend, that you will be 
 true to yourself, and strive to follow the paths your ambi 
 tion points out, and accomplish the good we so often 
 talked about. I feel that I am taking a great liberty with 
 you, Wentworth. But you know I love you, and I shall 
 not see you again for a long time, I fear." 
 
 "Liberty! Lewis? You could not take any liberty 
 with me," said Wentworth, much affected. " It is my fault 
 if any cloud has come between us." 
 
 "I don t so much mind it in other men, Wentworth, 
 but you are at heart so full of fine impulses and high 
 aims, that it wounds me to see you waste the talents God 
 has given you for the noblest uses. I only beg you, as 
 you are generous to every one else, to be at least just to 
 yourself. " 
 
 Wentworth looked down a few minutes in silence. 
 
 "Believe me, Lewis, I feel what you say deeply, and 
 thank you kindly for it, and shall always remember it. I 
 may as well," he added with a smile, "make a virtue of 
 necessity. Father writes me that all his property is worth 
 less at present, so I have nothing to do but work." 
 
 "Nay, Wentworth, what you do will be prompted by 
 your own honor, not by circumstance, I am sure of that. 
 I am sorry to hear what you say. I never knew the value 
 of money, until I saw my education cut off for the want 
 of it." 
 
 "Why do you leave college, Lewis?" 
 
 "It can t be helped, Wentworth. Mother begged me 
 to take her money, but of course I couldn t do that. I 
 asked my uncle to lend me some, but he said he would 
 
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 sooner teach a boy to sweep a store, than to go to college. 
 Don t say any more about it, my dear fellow. I must 
 leave. " 
 
 "But, Lewis, you shan t leave !" cried Wentworth, jump 
 ing from his seat. "As for that uncle of yours, I d cut his 
 tongue out if I had the power, and set him, for the rest of 
 his life, to grinding a hand-organ ! Such men are worse 
 than ^cut-throats I beg your pardon, old man, I don t 
 mean to say anything disrespectful of your relatives." 
 
 It is hard to take such a comparison as a compliment, 
 Wentworth," said Lewis laughing, "but I ll do my best. 
 Don t say anything more about my leaving. Talk of" 
 
 "But I tell you 1" exclaimed our hero, " that you shan t 
 leave. What, are you going to sacrifice your hopes and 
 your future for the sake of a few paltry dollars ?" 
 
 Wentworth, you know it can t be helped. Don t talk 
 about it." 
 
 "But it can be helped, Lewis. Next year you shall 
 chum with me. Father will allow me five hundred dollars, 
 and I can borrow more, if necessary. We ll take a cheap 
 room somewhere, and board ourselves. We can get schol 
 arships too, you know, next year. " 
 
 " You are too generous, Wentworth/ and Lewis again 
 turned away his head. "I always knew that you had a 
 great soul. If your father had not met with this loss ! But 
 now I cannot for a moment think of it except to thank 
 you with all my heart." 
 
 But I say you shall thjnk of it, Lewis. Talk about 
 my wasting my talents ! You, who are every way my supe- 
 
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 rior, do you propose to sacrifice your past and future to a 
 paltry pride ? If you educate yourself you can make your 
 self a name, and what you prize more, become a power to 
 advance the cause of truth." 
 
 Stop ! stop ! Wentworth ! Don t talk in that way. 
 You almost persuade me to act dishonorably." 
 
 " Dishonorably, Lewis ? What do you mean ? To re 
 fuse to accept a favor from a friend, seems to me to be dis 
 honorable. It shows you distrust him. " 
 
 "You don t mean that, Wentworth," said Lewis, look 
 ing him earnestly in the face. 
 
 "Yes, I do mean it, Lewis. Are there no laws of 
 honor, except those of the market? Friendship has its 
 laws as well as commerce. Had you offered me the same 
 thing I should have accepted it, and not nursed a mean 
 pride, at the expense of my friendship. You are not so 
 good a friend to me as I thought you, Lewis. " 
 
 "Wentworth, you know I am your friend. Would 
 you on your honor have accepted such a favor from 
 me?" 
 
 " On my honor, as a gentleman, Lewis." 
 
 "And should you not respect me less?" 
 
 I should never offer to do anything for a friend which 
 could lessen my respect for him." 
 
 Wentworth, I will do as you ask me ; I feel too grate 
 ful to thank you. " 
 
 "Bravo, Lewis !" cried his friend in great delight. "If 
 you re such a stickler, you can pay me some day yes, by 
 Jove ! with interest usurious ten per cent , do you hear ? 
 
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 You know we Yankees are such mean fellows !" and Went- 
 worth fairly hugged his friend in delight. 
 
 " Wentworth, you ve nearly broken my ribs, you villain. 
 I feel as if I had a new lease of life. How mad uncle will 
 be. Hurrah, old man !" and Hamilton began, to his own 
 surprise, to sing " Old Harvard." 
 
 The boys smoked and talked an hour or more, when 
 Wentworth took his leave. 
 
 "I shall make something of myself/ Lewis, if I have 
 you with me," he said to his friend, as he bade him farewell. 
 
 Wentworth was soon sound asleep, but Lewis opened 
 his Bible and a long hour read its sacred pages ; then giv 
 ing thanks for the new hope this night had brought forth, 
 he said his prayers and went to bed. 
 
 The next morning, Wentworth sent invitations to his 
 various creditors, inviting them to call and see him. They 
 came with praiseworthy alacrity, and expressed the most sin 
 cere sympathy for the misfortunes of his father. Went 
 worth proposed that such of his property as remained in 
 its original form, should be returned to its former owners, 
 and said he thought he could pay the balance of the claims 
 in the course of a year or more. This proposal greatly 
 pleased the venders of books, engravings, furniture, and 
 articles of a tangible character. But grief arose in Mr. 
 Gorbold, stable-keeper in breezy Boston, and his heart 
 within his hairy breast was troubled with doubt as to this 
 method of resurrection for his property. The spirit of re 
 volt spread to Mr. Funkhauser, tobacconist, and Mr. 
 Cabus, wine merchant, and others who were unable to see 
 
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 the benefit which would accrue to them from this arrange 
 ment. 
 
 Wentworth reasoned fairly with them all, and explained 
 his inability to pay them, which he greatly regretted, and 
 most of them took leave of him with friendly feeling. Mr. 
 Gorbold, and three or four others, however, remained after 
 the respectable throng of creditors had gone, and urged 
 their claims somewhat loudly upon Wentworth s attention. 
 
 Our hero s strength could have been guessed only by a 
 shrewd observer, and the more angry he became, the more 
 quiet grew his manner. As Mr. Gorbold s voice waxed 
 loud, and almost insolent, Wentworth gently whispered to 
 him. 
 
 My good fellow, I never allow any one to raise his 
 voice in my room." 
 
 "You don t, don t you?" shouted Mr. Gorbold, who 
 was a thick burly fellow of great strength, and with this he 
 seated himself in Wentworth s best easy-chair. I m not 
 going to leave this room until I m paid," he added, with a 
 coarse laugh. I won t be ch " The rest of Mr. Gor 
 bold s remark was lost to the world, for no very soft hand 
 closed the channel of his words, and the next moment he 
 was grasped by the collar, and making the best of his unwill 
 ing way towards the door. The stalwart stable-keeper and 
 his friends were, however, no cowards, and at once prepared 
 to attack our hero. And now great deeds had been 
 achieved, with which all college had rung, when the door 
 was flung open, and Seaborn entered the room, with 
 
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 Brandreth and another Soph, who happened to be in Sea- 
 born s room. 
 
 "If there s any fighting going on here, you will count 
 us in," said Seaborn, and the young Herculean "oar" 
 placed his hands in his pockets, while Brandreth leaned 
 against the wall, with a happy smile playing round his 
 mouth. 
 
 The rebels, cowed by the arrival of these allies, muttered 
 a few threats and left the room. The Sophs laughed over 
 Wentworth s account of the affair, and after a short conver 
 sation, also took their leave. Wentworth then seated him 
 self, and indited the following epistle to his father : 
 
 DEAR FATHER ; 
 
 Quanto quisque sibi plura negaverit 
 Ab dis plura t eret. 
 
 " I am very sorry to learn what you write on account of 
 your and mother s sake. I hope, however, that the crisis 
 will soon be over, and that you will then be freed from 
 your trouble and anxiety. Do not feel any uneasiness 
 about my education. The sum you mention is more than 
 sufficient. I should have spent a year in college to little 
 profit, if I had not learnt to endure the changes of circum 
 stance philosophically. The older I grow the more I see 
 the real worthlessness to a scholar of more than enough 
 money to support life. A college at least should be a 
 place where learning alone is sought for, and prized, and 
 a student s money should be his ideas. More than this 
 tends to draw his mind from his studies, to which, I regret 
 
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 to say, my course this term is a witness. Truth, you know, 
 loves to dwell in an empty stomach, and the Muses always 
 attack this barbarous world without bag or baggage. 
 
 "Next year I shall live after the fashion of the scholars of 
 those good old times, which you so often praise, 
 
 When illustrious men, 
 
 Lovers of truth, by penury constrained, 
 Bucer, Erasmus, or Melaucthou, read 
 Before the doors and windows of their cells 
 By moonshine, through mere lack of taper light. 
 
 " My room, I shall then write you, is naked and studi 
 ous; my ragged coat is open to every breath of truth; 
 books are my main food, the fountain of Castalia my 
 wine ; for the rest, a cup of pure water and an ear of In 
 dian corn suffice. 
 
 : Me pascunt OU VSB 
 
 Me cichorea, levesque malvse. 
 
 * With my best love to mother and Mary, believe me, 
 Your affectionate son, 
 
 * WENTWORTH. 
 Henry L, Sauhbury, Esq. " 
 
CHAPTER VII. 
 
 " Continue auditae voces vagitus et ingens 
 Infantumque animse flentes in limine priino," 
 
 >HE examination has been terrible, terrible ! All 
 men say it has been twice as hard this year, as 
 ever before. Did you get through your Latin 
 Grammar paper ? I feel awfully anxious about that. I am 
 safe in Roman History, thank Heaven, I only made one 
 mistake ; I thought the Gracchi were one of the Gallic 
 tribes conquered by Caesar. How did you do in mathema 
 tics ?" 
 
 "Oh, I did everything on that paper. Mathematics, 
 you know, is my strong point. A man who sat next me 
 did not know the answer to a single question. I showed 
 him how to draw a tangent. A tutor glared savagely at 
 me afterwards. I hope he did not report me. But the 
 Greek digamma : I feel all in a perspiration about that. 
 The examination has been terrible, terrible I" 
 
 Thus, a few minutes before three o clock, one day in 
 July, clad in their rustic garments, Masters Solomon Digge, 
 and Solon Grvnde, two candidates for admission to Har- 
 
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 vard, held high debate, as arm in arm they walked through 
 the college yard. 
 
 "Who are those men?" whispered Digge, nudging 
 Grynde, as they approached a substantial-looking old gen 
 tlemen, conversing earnestly with one of two boys, stand 
 ing beside him. 
 
 "That is Bob May, a man of our class," returned 
 Grynde ; one of the older men is his father. I don t 
 know the other. " 
 
 "Are not you Master Digge, and Master Grynde?" 
 asked Saulsbury, the third of the trio, stepping forward as 
 the candidates approached him, and handing them each a 
 printed paper. "I have been ordered by the Faculty," 
 he added, "to summon you to attend a private examina 
 tion, at three o clock, in No. i Holworthy. That is the 
 room," and with the air of one used to command, Went- 
 worth waved the frightened boys towards the building, and 
 turned to continue his conversation with the old gentleman 
 near him. 
 
 "I was not aware that there were two examinations," 
 said Mr. May, pere, looking at his son with paternal 
 solicitude. 
 
 It was not so formerly, " replied Wentworth, l but it is 
 now customary when, at the public examination, a candi 
 date does not show sufficient proficiency in his studies to 
 allow the Faculty to admit him, but gives so much promise 
 as to make them reluctant to reject him, to grant him a 
 second examination in private, where he will be less 
 embarrassed. " 
 
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 "Certainly a very wise provision, sir, a very wise pro 
 vision, " said the old gentleman, moving his head solemnly 
 up and down, and taking from his pocket a large handker 
 chief to hide his agitation. 
 
 "The appearance of your son," continued Wentworth, 
 looking flatteringly at the blushing face of Master May, 
 "makes me confident that he will find no difficulty in 
 passing this second examination satisfactorily." 
 
 "Thank you, sir, thank you with all my heart; you 
 reassure me !" and the old gentleman returned his flutter 
 ing handkerchief to its nest, and grasped Wentworth warm 
 ly by the hand : then taking his arm, Mr. May bade his 
 son follow them, and the three walked towards Hoi- 
 worthy. 
 
 "One cannot," remarked Wentworth, as they drew near 
 the building, < one cannot over-estimate the advantage to 
 your son of becoming a member of Harvard College. Not 
 only will he thereby become master of all ancient and 
 modern languages, sciences, and arts ; not only will 
 society of the highest fashion and fortune at once open 
 their doors to welcome him : but he will secure for him 
 self the sure means of future preferment and honor, in any 
 profession he may choose to follow." 
 
 "It gives me profound pleasure, sir, profound pleas 
 ure," rejoined the old gentleman, pausing to survey the 
 architectural splendor around him," to see our young men, 
 sir, our young men, on whom the hopes of the country 
 rest, appreciate the advantages of the present day, advan 
 tages which it was our misfortune to be without. The 
 
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 thought fills me with pride and hope for our country s fu 
 ture, our country s glorious future," and the old gentleman 
 again shook Wentworth warmly by the hand, at which our 
 hero cast his eyes modestly down, and continued his dis 
 course until they reached the door. 
 
 "I regret," he then said to Mr. May, "that the rules of 
 the Faculty forbid any friends of the candidates being 
 present at their examination. They fear least their friends 
 should naturally be tempted to give them some assistance, 
 if in difficulty over a Latin or Greek sentence." 
 
 "Quite right, sir, quite right! so we should, so we 
 should !" and the old gentleman, who had had but a year s 
 schooling in his life, felt highly flattered by the precaution. 
 Then again shaking hands with our hero, Mr. May turned 
 and walked up and down among the trees of the college 
 yard, feeling the awfulness of the crisis. 
 
 Wentworth and Master May, however, passed into the 
 room, where they found a number of persons collected. 
 At its further end were placed two tables, at which several 
 boys, among them Masters Digge and Grynde, were seated 
 hard at work over their examination papers. Pacing up and 
 down before the table were four men, whose sour vis 
 ages argued them proctors or tutors of the college. The 
 corner of the room, to the right, thronged with ven 
 erable scholars, whose long white beards added much 
 to their imposing presence. Two of them, bent with 
 years and wisdom, were buried in huge tomes, from 
 which it required some skill to distinguish them ; the 
 
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 rest were debating, with earnestness, problems of great 
 profundity. 
 
 Wentworth and Master May, as they passed by, caught 
 the broken expressions "the connection between the 
 Arrowhead and Choctaw languages at first sight is vague " 
 "yesterday I dug up a very nutritious Shemitic root " 
 "my recent researches in Sanscrit literature" " a minute 
 comparison of all written languages will prove" " in my 
 late edition of Confucius "in committing to memory 
 the body of Greek and Latin poetry, care must be taken" 
 and other indices of deep discourse. 
 
 Master May would have lingered, but Wentworth hurried 
 him to his seat, at the further table, and bending over him 
 whispered in his ear, "My young friend, if you have any 
 dates or mathematical formulas written down on your nails 
 or shirt cuffs, I recommend you to use them with care, as 
 the officers here are very sharp-sighted. " 
 
 I assure you, sir, I should consider such conduct 
 beneath me," returned Master May, blushing deeply. 
 
 "If you do not use them with care," urged Wentworth, 
 you will certainly be found out. " 
 
 "I mean, sir," replied the boy, blushing more deeply, 
 "that I should think it wicked to use them at all." 
 
 Oh ! to be sure, " answered Wentworth, kindly laying 
 his hand on the boy s head. "I misunderstood you. 
 Your words and feeling certainly do you credit. Though 
 such arts are often practised here, I think myself that they 
 are very wrong :" and with this Wentworth placed his ex 
 amination papers before the boy, and left him to his work. 
 
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 Master May took up his first paper, entitled -Ancient 
 and Modern History/ and with growing earnestness, 
 read among others the following questions. 
 
 "Trace the connection between the Eleusinian Myste 
 ries, the Destruction of Jerusalem, and the Holy Alli 
 ance. " 
 
 " What inferences do you draw as to the cultivation and 
 use of tobacco among the Greeks, from the prayer of Ajax 
 for a light? What information is derived from ancient 
 coins upon this subject ?" 
 
 "Show how the expression A No. i, sprang from the 
 death of Ajax." 
 
 "What, if any, was the difference between the ear of 
 Dionysius and the ear of Dionysus ?" 
 
 "What, if any, is the difference between Jacobins and 
 Jacobites ?" 
 
 " What relation was Hecuba to Hamlet?" 
 "Describe the religious ceremonies of the Mohawks, 
 Cyprians, Pantagruelists, Bohemians, Alsatians, and Brob- 
 dignagians." 
 
 "Was the conduct of Rhea, in giving Saturn a stone 
 when he asked for his child, Christian? What is the allu 
 sion to this in holy writ ?" 
 
 "Why was Hannibal called Barker? Prove from this 
 the custom of the Romans to libel their enemies. Show 
 the connection between the words Hannibal and cannibal. 
 What deductions do you draw from this similarity, as to 
 the carnivorous habits of the Carthaginians? What light is 
 
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 thrown upon your inquiry by the sacred page your 
 fathers did eat man-na in the wilderness, etc. ?" 
 
 " Show by historical instances, the advantages of em 
 ploying negro troops in night attacks." 
 
 Which of the three Horatii was the famous poet ? 
 Give the peculiar turn of the foot by which he tript up the 
 third of the Curiatii. How did this give the name to the 
 Horatian metre ?" 
 
 " Show how the murder of the sons of yEgyptus 
 has given rise to the modern movements for women s 
 rights. " 
 
 Master May with a sigh laid down his first paper, and 
 taking up a second, entitled Latin and Greek Grammar, 
 began to read. 
 
 "Trace the derivation of the name Hellenes, from 
 Helen of Troy. Show the relation of both these words to 
 the Latin word heluo, and the English word hellian. 
 From the identity of the roots of the two words, prove the 
 existence of an Indo-Germanic family." 
 
 "Translate and scan the following lines 
 
 Ligo gallina Tartarus cur 
 
 v Fcenuru 
 Corvus glandarius altus apis illc." 
 
 "Show the derivation of the expression lynx-eyed, from 
 Lynceus. " 
 
 At this point Master May s attention was attracted to 
 wards his classmate Grynde, who, hurrying past him, 
 stopped one of the tutors and exclaimed 
 
 "Is there not some mistake here? Is it possible that 
 
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 my mathematical paper was unsatisfactory ? Mathematics, 
 you know, is my strong point. My old teacher, Whaleham, 
 calls me the mathematical phenomenon. I answered all 
 the questions in ten minutes, and I feel sure that the an 
 swers were correct." 
 
 "Your answers were correct, sir," replied the tutor, 
 eying the boy with pitiless scorn, "suspiciously correct. 
 Do you remember what was said before the examination 
 about copying from your neighbor s paper? Go to your 
 seat at once, sir ! to your seat !" 
 
 Master Grynde recalled his more than Samaritan kind 
 ness to the boy who sat next him, in the matter of the 
 tangent, and now, to be himself accused of copying, and 
 from such a paper, it was too much ! In silence he returned 
 to his seat, and twining the fingers of one hand deep into 
 the folds of his hair, with the other took up his paper, and 
 with growing earnestness read, among others, the follow 
 ing questions. 
 
 Explain by mathematical formulae the origin of the 
 Gulf Stream. State what you think of the feasibility of 
 deflecting it from England in case of war, and of Leaving 
 that country out in the cold/ 
 
 "Give the formula by which God prevented the world 
 from moving in a spiral curve. Had such been its 
 course, what would have been the probable effect on 
 modern poetry ?" 
 
 "Work out the problem called a pig s tail in a firkin of 
 butter. Compare this with <a cow s foot in a cup of milk. 
 Illustrate your answer by means of two sticks." 
 
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 When is it excusable in an eccentric point to cut an 
 obtuse angle ?" 
 
 "A man wishing to buy a horse, concludes to draw the 
 money from his creditors. He, however, looks the horse 
 in the mouth and finds that it lacks two front teeth. How 
 many creditors had he, and what was the amount of his 
 debt to each ?" 
 
 "How does the absence of angles in nature afford the 
 strongest arguments for skepticism ?" 
 
 "What, if any, is the difference between a monad and 
 a nomad ?" 
 
 "Calculate the number of throws from a dice-box con 
 taining all the words in Shakespeare before they would 
 arrange themselves as at present in his works. State 
 the period of life at which it would be well to begin in 
 order to prove this experimentally. " 
 
 "Show how, by utilizing the minus quantity, the 
 plough can be made to draw the oxen, the ship to steer 
 the rudder, the mill-wheel to move the water, and the corn 
 to grind the mill." 
 
 * Write out the formula by which the world was pro 
 duced from nothing. Illustrate this by the resemblance of 
 the figure naught to an egg, and the maxim t omnia ab 
 wo?" 
 
 When Master Grynde had finished reading this paper, 
 he groaned in spirit. 
 
 "Surely," he exclaimed, madly seizing a pencil, "the 
 little finger of this examination is thicker than the loins of 
 the former. What will old Whaleham say if I am condi- 
 
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 tioned in mathematics?" and although almost a college 
 boy, Master Grynde seemed to feel the familiar whack of 
 Whaleham s ruler. 
 
 During the next half hour, there was no further interrup 
 tion to the examination. The boys with lengthening 
 countenances bent over their tasks : the sour tutors paced 
 to and fro before them : the learned professors devoured 
 their books, or engaged each other in earnest debate. At 
 short intervals each of the college officers passed through a 
 side door to refresh his mind by a consultation with some 
 work of reference. 
 
 After a short half hour, Wentworth was attracted by 
 various noises, and finally, by the gently whispered word 
 " Mister, "towards Master Digge, near whom he was seated. 
 Glancing up, he saw the boy looking imploringly at him, 
 and asked him what he wanted. 
 
 Will not the Faculty, sir, " begged the boy humbly, 
 " allow me the use of a dictionary for a few minutes? 
 There are two or three words here, which I have never met 
 in all my reading. Long nine/ I suppose is longum 
 novetn, and brandy smash/ concursus vinarius, but for 
 bosh/ and gaffer/ I can t think of any corresponding 
 words in Latin." 
 
 Wentworth kindly looked over Master Digge s paper, 
 which contained the following paragraph to be rendered 
 into classical Latin. 
 
 The great god Bosh, having wined with gaffer Bun- 
 corn, and dined on the American peacock, smoked a long 
 
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 nine, drank a brandy smash, and said a small piece of 
 soap makes a great many bubbles. " 
 
 "It is not usual," said Wentworth, after reading the sen 
 tence, but since you have translated the rest of the exer 
 cise so well, and the words are rare in Latin, I will 
 endeavor to obtain the favor from Professor Horace." Our 
 hero thereupon walked to a grave scholar, buried in his 
 book, and urged his request. The professor at first shook 
 his head solemnly, and taking up a copy of the college 
 laws, pointed out one of them to Wentworth. Our hero, 
 however, persevered with word and gesture ; the professor s 
 head moved slower and slower, and at length began to nod 
 up and down. At this Wentworth hurried with his prize to 
 Master Digge, the anxious witness of his efforts. 
 
 "Thank you, sir, thank you," whispered the boy, "I 
 shall never forget your kindness. " 
 
 They are very strict here, " remarked Wentworth, as he 
 passed the book to the boy. I had myself to pass ten 
 private examinations, before I was admitted. But you 
 must make haste : you have only a few minutes more to 
 write." 
 
 Wentworth had scarcely returned to his seat, when 
 Professor Horace rapped on a table, and informed the 
 candidates that they had but five minutes more to com 
 plete their work. 
 
 Then indeed more sharply heads were scratched, more 
 swiftly pencils flew over the paper, and the whole building 
 rocked to and fro with the movement of the students 
 brains. 
 
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 Again the fatal mallet was heard. "The time is up," 
 proclaimed the professor. Mr. Brown, will you and your 
 Freshman collect the answers ?" 
 
 "Cannot you allow me five minutes more?" begged 
 Master Grynde, as the tutor demanded his papers. "I 
 am just finishing my last question four minutes, I im 
 plore you one minute oh Whaleham ! one word my 
 mother ! oh !" 
 
 It is impossible! Justice requires the Faculty to be im 
 partial," replied the inexorable tutor, as he gathered up 
 the papers. 
 
 These all collected, Professor Horace told the boys that 
 they might now go, and bade them, as before directed, to 
 call at the President s room at five o clock to learn whether 
 they had been successful. 
 
 At this announcement, the anxious candidates hurried 
 from the door, Master Prym to join his father, the rest to 
 hover about the Green, awaiting from the President their 
 summons to honor or disgrace. 
 
 Scarcely had the boys left the room, when a strange 
 metamorphosis took ptace. Peals of laughter shook the 
 walls : dictionaries, wigs, spectacles, and beards flew about 
 the room like things of life, as grim professors and frown 
 ing tutors were transformed into jolly students. 
 
 " This has been a most glorious sell !" cried Van, who 
 was no other than Professor Horace. 
 
 "Look at all these answers!" exclaimed Rakeman, 
 who but a moment ago was Brown, the most savage of tu 
 tors. 
 
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 At this every one eagerly claimed his share, and Rake- 
 man divided among his friends the choice spoils, of which 
 many are preserved as college transmittenda to this day. 
 
 "Come, fellows, we may be caught. That Pym, I 
 think, was a little suspicious," suggested Ayres, leading 
 his friends into one of the back rooms. There all re 
 freshed themselves with one more reference to an exhilara 
 ting library ; they then climbed from the window, and 
 spread the glory of their class far and wide throughout the 
 college. 
 
CHAPTER VIII. 
 
 " Sit mihi mensa tripes et 
 Concha salis puri et toga quae defendere frigus 
 Quamvis crassa queat." 
 
 |NE Friday afternoon, four weeks trom the be 
 ginning of the first Sophomore term, a student 
 might have been seen walking with an elastic 
 step up North Avenue. 
 
 His coat, which was threadbare, and of a color to blind 
 the analytic eye of science, was closely buttoned around his 
 neck, a veteran hat, with many scars in front and not a 
 few behind, covered his head, while a pair of boots which 
 might well boast their ancient birth, adorned his feet. 
 
 The right hand of the lad carried a bag, in which lay 
 half a dozen eggs, and from his left hung a basket contain 
 ing a blue-fish, a pound of butter, and a dozen pears. 
 Wentworth, for the boy was no other than our hero, 
 nodded pleasantly to a few of his classmates whom he met, 
 and was turning the corner of the college-yard, when he 
 was aware of three carriages, filled with ladies and gentle 
 men, driving past him. Suddenly one of the ladies leaned 
 forward and made Wentworth a bow. " Miss Campbell I" 
 
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 he exclaimed half audibly, and raised his hand to his hat, 
 at which motion the bag followed the great law of gravita 
 tion, and by an ill-fated marriage, six eggs became one. 
 The carriage drove on, and for a moment our hero stood 
 watching it disappear. The smile he had worn gave place 
 to Plutonian gloom. "To be seen by Miss Campbell in 
 this plight !" he muttered, as he slowly walked along Kirk- 
 land Street, revolving many memories. " Confound it, I 
 would rather have been shot ! She ll know, now, why I 
 didn t accept her invitation to her party to-night. " 
 
 Arrived at the lane on which Divinity Hall fronts, 
 Wentworth turned down it, and soon reached his room, 
 which was on the lower floor of that gloomy building. 
 
 This bore but little resemblance in size or circumstance to 
 his former apartment. It was about sixteen feet square, 
 and had on one side. an alcove and a small closet. 
 
 The alcove was filled with an iron bedstead, projecting 
 from beneath which the mouth of a hat-bath preached the 
 virtue which is next to godliness. A sofa bedstead stood 
 on the opposite side of the room, and in the centre was a 
 pine table, around wh ich were a few wooden chairs. The 
 floor was bare and unpainted. Near the fire-place, sur 
 mounted by a tin kettle, was a gas stove, next which stood 
 a cupboard, which boasted six plates, the same number of 
 cups and saucers, two tin cans marked tea and coffee, a 
 salt cellar, a French coffee-pot, a pewter cobler- shaker, and 
 an immense cavernous crock, standing like an after-dinner 
 alderman among starving apprentices. A few of Went- 
 worth s books, which had not been stolen from him bv his 
 
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 creditors, rested in an old book-rack, and hanging opposite 
 the fire-place was his engraving of the Madonna, which, 
 like an eye, lit up the entire room. Underneath this 
 Wentworth had burnt with a poker the words, 
 
 .... " reliquias Danaum atque inmitis Achilli." 
 
 The wall opposite also discovered the aphorism, 
 
 .... " Multa petentibus 
 Desunt multa : bene est cui Deus obtulit 
 Parca, quod satis est, manu. " 
 
 While before the door, the visitor, on entering, caught 
 sight of the stirring couplet, 
 
 " Aude, hospes, contemnere opes, et te quoque dignum 
 Finge deo ; rebusque veni nonasper egenis." 
 
 Other shadowy maxims were placed at hand around the 
 room, as sops for the intellect to throw to the hungry 
 stomach. 
 
 The old. building of which our hero s room formed a 
 part, may itself well repay a moment s glance from the pro 
 fane or pious reader. The Hall was built at a time when 
 funereal gloom was deemed essential for the perfect de 
 velopment of the Christian character. Its situation, how 
 ever, is in one of the pleasantest parts of Cambridge. 
 
 Before it then stretched a green, unbroken except by a 
 snake-pen, the only omen by which the forecasting mind 
 could have predicted the birth of the immortal Museum. 
 Now a foot or leg of this child of the great foreigner s brain 
 has projected itself into sight, and the fossils there heaped 
 together reflect comparative liveliness upon the Divinity 
 School opposite. North of the Hall creeps a lazy brook 
 
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 this side a grove, in which lie hid the houses of fair-daugh- 
 tered professors. Behind, stands the janitor s house, and 
 a pump which justly grumbles from overwork, while be 
 yond these rise Norton s Woods, the Unitarian Dodona. 
 
 Within this old rookery small rooms open into dreary en 
 tries. There pace the mild-eyed melancholy Divinity stu 
 dents, who can be heard by the curious at all hours of the 
 day and night rehearsing their prayers, and exhorting each 
 other with fervor. 
 
 This spot Wentwoith and Lewis had, after long delibera 
 tion, chosen as their most secure retreat from the world. 
 Here they lived, cooking their own meals, and devoting 
 themselves to study, in monastic seclusion. \Ventworth s 
 allowance, as soon as it arrived, was divided into three 
 equal parts, one to be used for the purchase of luxuries, 
 one of comforts, and one of necessaries. Every morning 
 the baker left a dozen rolls, and the milkman a quart of 
 milk at their door, and on alternate days each boy ordered 
 and prepared dinner for himself and his chum. The rest 
 of,their time, except an hour for exercise, was given to study 
 and a generous rivalry for the first place in the class. 
 
 Besides their regular lessons they had marked out for 
 themselves a course of English literature, and had enlarged 
 their old custom of learning Latin verses by the addition of 
 fifty lines a day from the best English prose and poetry. 
 Most of their class, and the entire outer world, that they 
 might pursue their studies without interruption, were ban 
 ished from their room. The exceptions to this general 
 proscription were the members of their old club-table, Van 
 
114 Fair Harvard. 
 
 Courtland, and Hayward, a friend of Hamilton, and a 
 thinker, " who were given the countersign of four knocks. 
 These few friends, however, kept them well informed of 
 the great events of college life. Van unfolded to them the 
 splendor of the world of fashion ; Ay-res rehearsed to 
 them what the warbling world poured forth ; Bowyer gave 
 them the news of the progress of muscular Christianity, 
 that Seaborn s arm had gained a quarter of an inch, or 
 that Brandreth had lost an eighth around the chest ; while 
 Hayward instructed them in the new truths discovered by 
 himself, Gowan, and other college thinkers. 
 
 The social position of neither of the boys was injured, 
 and their characters were much improved by their new 
 mode of life. Poverty, though it crushes the weak, strength 
 ens the strong. If a man grapple bravely with the subtle 
 enemy, and bear himself with the same dignity and pride 
 in adversity which he has shown in prosperity, he loses in 
 but a slight degree the respect of the world, and gains a 
 self-respect independent of circumstance. Wentworth and 
 Lewis soon found that they had more time to themselves, 
 were in better health, worked harder, and on the whole 
 enjoyed themselves more, than ever before. They loved, 
 indeed, to compare themselves to Jerome in his cave or 
 Socrates with his annual cloak, and boasted thorough 
 knowledge of the secret passes of Bohemia, its caves, and 
 fastnesses, and the "pure serene" of its rocky summits. 
 They were, however, only wandering among the pleasant 
 valleys and sloping hills on the confines of that Alpine 
 region. Bohemia proper ! far beyond them shine its blue 
 
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 mountain tops, clad with the hue of enchantment which 
 distance lends far beyond them yawn its hungry ravines, 
 and precipitous steeps inaccessible to less than heroes. 
 
 Wentworth on entering his room found Lewis seated at 
 the table, reading a volume of Mr. Grote s interesting 
 history. 
 
 " Lewis," asks our hero with a hollow voice, " Lewis, 
 how much money is there in the bag ?" Hamilton, as the 
 more economical of the two, had charge of the finances of 
 the partnership. 
 
 Twelve dollars, old boy ; you remember we gave ten 
 to that poor devil up stairs." 
 
 " How long will it be before we have any more ?" 
 
 One week ; your allowance came just a week ago. " 
 
 Lewis, " continues our hero, I want you to let me 
 have ten dollars and never to ask me what I did with it." 
 
 "What shall we do next week?" asks Hamilton in a 
 tone of anxiety. 
 
 "We will wrestle, " replies our hero. 
 
 Lewis, without further words, handed his pocket-book to 
 Wentworth, who took from it two five dollar bills and re 
 turned it. 
 
 "You have a recitation at five, have you not, Went 
 worth ?" 
 
 " Yes, but I must go into town au revoir" and Sauls- 
 bury ran from his room to the horse-cars, and was soon in 
 breezy Boston. There he hurried to a florist s, ordered a 
 basket of tea-roses to be sent to Miss Campbell s that even- 
 
116 Fair Harvard. 
 
 ing, and returned to Cambridge, relieved in mind and 
 pocket. 
 
 Wentworth reached his room a few minutes after six, 
 and found that his chum had already set the table, and was 
 engaged in frying the blue-fish, the savory odor of which 
 saluted his nostrils as he entered the door. 
 
 "You know, Wentworth," said Lewis, as they sat down 
 to dinner, that you invited Van Courtland to breakfast 
 next Sunday, and we have only two dollars in the bag." 
 
 Did you never, Lewis, " returned the former, read 
 the story of Elijah and his ravens ? I feel in my bones that 
 there is food in the air, which will be given us in due sea 
 son. Why do you look so solemn? You resemble a 
 Greek, who, after a life of labor, has amassed not a 
 single obol, and rejected of Charon is forced to flit about 
 the banks of the nine-fold Styx. 
 
 "I was thinking, Wentworth, that that breed of ravens 
 had died out. The twa corbies are the ravens one sees 
 now-a-days." 
 
 "They shan t theek their nest with a lock from your 
 caput, old boy," said Wentworth, looking kindly at his 
 friend s bright face. I could myself, in this dress, turn an 
 honest penny as a scarecrow. How far have you read in 
 Grote ?" he added, as they cleared away the table to begin 
 their evening s work. 
 
 " I am just finishing the eighth volume. What a glori 
 ous history it is, is it not ? How well it refutes the attacks 
 of Mitford and other conservative writers on the Athenian 
 democracy. Athens did more for humanity in one century, 
 
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 than the rest of the world has done since its creation. 
 The Athenian mind seems to flash across the past, "as the 
 lightning " that cometh out of the east, and shineth even 
 unto the west. " 
 
 "What a noble exhibition of power it is, Lewis," said 
 his chum, to see a man like Grote or Gibbon become 
 the Autocrat of the centuries of which they write by a title 
 no one can contest. I am still in my third volume of 
 Macaulay. His history, I think, is much inferior to his 
 essays. He seems in that to have no eye for perspective, 
 and to be innocent of so much as a suspicion of a first 
 principle. I learnt something out of Sir Thomas Browne 
 to-day, which I want you to hear me recite I cannot 
 contemn a man for ignorance, but behold him with as 
 much pity as I do Lazarus. It is no greater charity to 
 clothe his body than apparel the nakedness of his soul, 
 etc." 
 
 "I have got something from Fuller on memory," said 
 Lewis after hearing his chum. * Overburden not thy 
 memory, to make so faithful a servant a slave/ etc." 
 
 After finishing their prose, the boys recited their verse, 
 Wentworth having learnt a piece from Otway. 
 
 " I m thinking, Pierre, how that damn d starving quality 
 Call d honesty, got footing in the world," etc. 
 
 and Lewis reciting Chaucer s Clerk, 
 
 " A Clerk ther was of Oxenforde also, 
 That unto logike hadde long ygo," etc. 
 
 It almost makes a man a critic, to learn pieces from 
 the finest authors/ said Lewis on finishing. "The mind 
 
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 so abhors- to commit anything to memory, which is not 
 written with art." 
 
 "The only way in which you can appreciate the style of 
 an author, is to learn passages from him by heart ; style is 
 such a subtle essence," added Wentworth, and the two 
 boys then settled down to their regular studies, one read 
 ing Terence, and the other Demosthenes, until eleven, 
 when they ^nt to bed. 
 
 The next Sunday morning, Lewis, on looking into the 
 cupboard, saw there, to his great surprise, the elements for 
 breakfast. 
 
 "Why Wentworth !" he exclaimed, "where did you get 
 all these things ?" and a suspicion seizing him, he ran to 
 the closet. "You wretch, what have you done with your 
 best, I may almost say your only suit of clothes?" 
 
 * The articles of dress to which you allude, Lewis, " 
 replied Wentworth, with proper gravity, "are at present in 
 the possession of a gentleman of the Jewish persua 
 sion, who is engaged in an extensive woolen business. 
 They are, to speak properly, pledged, pawned, hypothe 
 cated, soaked, or waiting to be lifted. " 
 
 " Lifted ! Wentworth, what do you mean ?" 
 
 Since your question, Lewis, proves you to know noth 
 ing of political economy, I will begin at the beginning. 
 When a Bohemian wishes to seize a favorable opportunity 
 for investment in a dinner, a ride, a wife, or a novel, and 
 lacks the ready money, the banker whom he patronizes 
 not infrequently allows him to give certain securities of 
 value, before making the desired loan. The banker has 
 
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 of course perfect confidence in the Bohemian, but the 
 Bohemian does not wish the banker s other patrons to be 
 offended by an exception in his own case. A coat, a 
 dozen shirts, a handkerchief, or a paper collar, thus fre 
 quently find themselves in the possession of the banker, as 
 a greater or less loan is forced upon the Bohemian. When 
 the latter s ships have arrived, or the rents from his houses 
 are due, and he is eager to repay the loan, the process by 
 which the above securities are returned by the banker to 
 the Bohemian, is technically termed lifting/ the coat, or 
 collar, or what-not. Don t look so grave, old boy. 
 Nothing is lost in this world ; matter merely undergoes 
 a change. That coat warmed me once from the outside ; 
 now transformed by the wand of commerce, it will warm 
 us both more pleasantly from within, f JEcce signum, " and 
 Wentworth takes up two tender chickens by the legs, and 
 gazes lovingly at them. We are no Chattertons, Lewis. 
 We die hard." 
 
 What would your mother say, Wentworth, " asked 
 Lewis somewhat shocked, if she saw you with a hole in 
 your elbow, soaking your last coat ?" 
 
 Oh, it would kill my poor mother, Lewis. But we 
 must give Van a good breakfast. Besides, clothes are 
 really the badge of our fall. It is a sin to spend money 
 on anything but innocent pleasures, food, wine, or to 
 bacco. Van is a devilish good fellow, too. The other 
 day he offered to let me have five hundred dollars for as 
 long a time as I wished ; but I told him I was not going 
 
120 Fair Harvard. 
 
 to get any more in debt. There arn t many men who 
 would do that sort of thing." 
 
 * He must be a good fellow, " said Hamilton, "but I 
 could never get on with him. He is so fast, and talks in 
 such a skeptical way about everything." 
 
 "He likes you very well, Lewis," insinuated his chum, 
 and has often praised you to men who spoke of you as 
 a dig." 
 
 "Come in," shouted our hero an hour later, as he 
 heard four knocks at the door. "Welcome!" he cried to 
 Van, who entered the room, welcome, thou descendant 
 of royal ancestors, to our more than Sabine fare. 
 
 Victum infelicein, baccas lapidosaque corna 
 Dant rami, et vulsis pascunt radicibus tierbae. 
 
 It will do you good, though, old boy, to fast for once in 
 your life. The first time one goes without a breakfast 
 from necessity, he feels the genial glow of a new sensation. 
 Thenceforth he surveys the world, from a new point of 
 view, and with a more kindly sympathy. The first love, 
 the first act of consciousness, the first doubt, the first dress, 
 however rude, each of these opens to us a new facet of the 
 world. But more than ail these, not to be able to procure 
 a breakfast places you at the very centre of humanity, and 
 enables you to see from within, all sides of many sided 
 life." 
 
 "Take him off! take him off!" Van calls to Hamilton, 
 "he s mad, or has written a paper for the Institute, or 
 both. Wentworth, you lazy dog," he adds, "you cut 
 prayers to-day." 
 
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 "That s true, Van, but how did you learn it?" 
 "In a way you could never guess. I was there my 
 self." 
 
 "Breakfast is served," announces Lewis, placing two 
 straws in Van s tumbler. 
 
 By Jove, fellows ! that s the best sherry cobbler I ever 
 drank !" exclaims Van, drawing the nectar through the 
 pipes. "Hamilton, you ought to take a little wine for 
 your stomach s sake." 
 
 Lewis is an odd fish. He has sworn off drink 
 ing while he is in college," Wentworth answers for his 
 chum. 
 
 That smacks of atheism, " returns Van ; "St. Paul is 
 explicit on that point. " 
 
 "You know more and act less Scripture, I suppose, 
 Van, than any man in college," remarked Wentworth, 
 pouring out for him a cup of coffee. 
 
 Van made no answer, but, with a twinkle in his eye, 
 surveyed the table, which had been arranged with skill. 
 In the centre, filled with divine chicken pie, towered the 
 earthen crock, the stomach s arsenal, in which one could 
 hear Plenty winding her merry horn. A bottle of Crosse 
 and Blackwell s pickles stood on Wentworth s left, 
 second to the crock alone in dignity, but second at a vast 
 distance, as Ajax the Less paled before Ajax Telamon. 
 Flanking the pickles were a jar of orange-marmalade, a pot 
 of Yarmouth bloaters, and a dish of devilled kidneys. A 
 coffee-pot, with a bottle of sherry, and two of Bordeaux, 
 stood on the opposite side of the table ; while on what had 
 
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 been formerly a hat-box, but was now a side-table, shone 
 bunches of Hamburgh grapes, tempters of the lips. 
 
 "Van," asked Wentworth, helping him to some kid 
 neys, "do you see anything peculiar about that crock ?" 
 
 "I don t know what your ideas of peculiar may be, 
 Wentworth, " replied Van ; "for myself, I have seen the 
 Mammoth Cave, the Coliseum, and the crater of Vesu 
 vius, but for vastness, for profundity, for grandeur, I don t 
 think I ever saw anything that quite comes up to that 
 crock. Why, old boy, if you were to transport that crock 
 on the Great Eastern to Italy, two millions of lazzaroni 
 would fall down and worship it. It would be canonized 
 shortly, and have masses said to it. What delicious kid 
 neys these are ! How did you do them so nicely ?" 
 
 "Van," answered Wentworth, a look of humor passing 
 over his, and Lewis s face, * in the matter of kidneys, noth 
 ing is unknown to us. As your remark implies, there are 
 kidneys and kidneys, and thereby hangs a tale. The 
 doctrine of total depravity one never thoroughly believes 
 until he purchases kidneys. A week ago I called at the 
 butcher s, and ordered him to send me half a dozen lamb- 
 kidneys for dinner. I have no lamb-kidneys to-day, the 
 butcher replied, but I have an article, he added oblig 
 ingly, which I think will suit you much better. I have 
 just received some very fine ox or bull-kidneys, which 
 are in every respect superior to lamb-kidneys. They are 
 much larger, cheaper, and more nourishing, and are pre 
 ferred altogether by the boarding-house keepers of the 
 vicinity. " 
 
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 At six o clock, Lewis returned from recitation, and 
 found dinner already served. Chief of dishes stood in the 
 centre of the table an immense, brown, fragrant kidney, 
 sizzling and stirring, as if eager to leap the barrier of your 
 teeth. Lewis and I were famishing, and as soon as he 
 was seated, I seized a knife to divide our beloved kidney 
 into two equal parts. Van, you know I am a strong man, 
 for I have often punished you severely. The knife had 
 just been sharpened. Lewis/ said I, after a few minutes 
 effort, Lewis, to confess the truth, I have dined to-day, 
 and feel no appeti^g: you may have the kidney entire." 
 
 Van laughed heartily at the dolorous tale of the bull-kid 
 ney, as Wentworth heaped a plate for him with pie from 
 the wealthy crock. 
 
 Rather an odd thing happened here yesterday, Van, " 
 the latter remarked, as he passed the plate to his guest. 
 "I was seated in my room reading, when down rushed a 
 theolog, named Gandy Stubs, and nearly broke open the 
 door. What do you want ? I yelled at him in great rage. 
 Come quick/ he cried, brother Sallows has a fit. I heard 
 him groaning in his room, and I can t get in. I m afraid 
 he s dying. I opened the door, and in a few minutes we 
 had a ladder against Sallow s window, and I was climbing 
 up it, when Gandy twitched my coat. I forgot to tell 
 you/ he whispered hesitatingly, I looked through the key 
 hole you may not like to go into the room he is stark 
 naked. Naked ! cried I ; in these costly times, would we 
 were all naked ! At this Stubs fainted dead away, and I 
 ran up the ladder into Sallow s room." 
 
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 " What was the matter with Sallows?" asked Van. 
 
 "Oh he only had a fit caused by over-discipline. The 
 doctor came in a few minutes, and brought him to. By 
 the way, Van, wouldn t you like to attend a spiritualists 
 meeting ? Lewis and I have discovered that we are me 
 diums." 
 
 " Hamilton may have some affinity with a better world," 
 answered Van, "but I should hate to place much confi 
 dence in the spirits you would summon, Wentworth." 
 
 "This levity, Van," returned our hero with dignity, "is 
 suited neither to the person nor the subject. If you will 
 call here to-morrow in the broad daylight, we ll prove to 
 you that there s no humbug about the matter. We hold a 
 seance with one or two spirits almost every day at about 
 twelve o clock. Last Thursday we had four or five rapping 
 together, and it seemed as though all Heaven had broke 
 loose. I have learnt to distinguish them very readily 
 now. l Ah/ I say, as I hear a sullen knock like the kick 
 of a horse, that s brother Reynhold s spirit. It has come 
 to instruct us touching the prices of tilburies and high-step 
 ping steeds in our Freshman year. That/ I exclaim as 
 a dapper little rat-a-tap follows, * that s brother Scissors 
 spirit. It can tell us about garments of price and the 
 fashions of the good old times/ One can learn a great 
 deal from the spirits ; but it is all about the past ; it is a 
 mistake to suppose that they ever prophesy." 
 
 "More than all the other vices which I see in the 
 world/ said Van, "that love of money which drives men 
 to seek the payment of the debts due them fills me with 
 
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 sadness. This is the great bar which prevents the free in 
 terchange of property, and brings about that stagnation in 
 business, which political economists hold to be the sum- 
 mum malum. An American gentleman especially should 
 never, by base payments, pander to that love of gain which 
 has made our name a reproach among the nations." 
 
 One would scarcely, without experience," mused 
 Wentworth, "believe the extent to which the morals of 
 the ignorant classes have been undermined by this vice. 
 With most men it is more than a vice ; it amounts to a con 
 firmed passion, like drinking or gaming. Creditors have 
 been known to interrupt one s study of the true, the beau 
 tiful, and the good, to urge their ill-timed claims/ 
 
 . . . . " Quid non mortalia pectora cogis, 
 Auri sacra i ames ?" 
 
 cried Van, aghast with horror. " It is lucky, old boy," 
 he added recovering his self-possession, that you are not 
 living a hundred years ago. Then the lower classes of 
 society, tradesmen, creditors, and the like, could clap a 
 scholar into prison to gratify their mean envy. Those in 
 famous laws almost strangled literature for hundreds of 
 years ; I don t see how it survived them. However, I 
 suppose Hamilton will tell us, the blood of the martyrs is 
 the seed of the church." 
 
 "After all, Van," said our hero, who was a generous fel 
 low, and like Uncle Toby could not hate even the Devil 
 with proper fervor, "creditors serve certain useful purposes. 
 They are no snobs, and cling to you in adversity even 
 more closely than in prosperity. As they do this from self- 
 
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 interest, you have the cheerful feeling so long as they 
 seek your society, that your affairs cannot be desperate. 
 While there is a creditor, there is hope. How truly 
 wretched the life of a debtor abandoned by all his creditors. 
 Yet even then a religious man might strengthen his faith 
 by thinking of debts which he could never hope to pay. 
 * If a material hat, or the vulgar matter of a pair of trou 
 sers/ he could reflect, can by the holy touch of credit 
 be spiritualized into an immortal claim, surely there must 
 be more than hope for the human soul. " 
 
 "I am afraid, Wentworth/ said Lewis, "if you jest 
 about sacred subjects in that way, your immortality will not 
 be a happy one." 
 
 I have a plan for you, Wentworth, " suggested Van. 
 " Why don t you adopt a Rothschild or an Astor for your 
 father. Yet, on the whole, I would advise you not to do 
 it. Why should you be charitable ? It doesn t pay. Let 
 them die in their poverty. Next to an Alexander who has 
 all things, the richest man is a Diogenes who wants noth 
 ing." 
 
 " Next to rooming in Hoi worthy, it is best to room in 
 Divinity Hall/ I suppose a college-man would put it, Van. 
 Let me help you to some more pie." 
 
 " Not for the world, old boy ; I haven t eaten so much 
 for years ; even Ayres would swell with envy. " 
 
 The table was then cleared for dessert ; after which the 
 boys filled their cups afresh with coffee, and lighted their 
 cigars. 
 
 " Your old teacher, W haleham, examined us in Trigono- 
 
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 metry Friday," remarked Van, as, cocking his heels upon 
 the window-sill, he aimed to unite comfort with grace. 
 "What a muscular Christian he is ! 
 
 I should like to have seen my dear preceptor, Van/ 
 mused Wentworth. " I can remember, as though it were 
 yesterday, the years I spent at his school. Just one week 
 after I entered, Whaleham came running down into the 
 room of our usher, dragging after him a little beggar, 
 whom he had thrashed nearly to death. He made the boy 
 tell his story to us, and then asked, Who believes that 
 boy s story? We all pitied the little devil, and stood up in 
 assent. Whaleham s face at once assumed the expression 
 of a baffled tom-cat. He raved, howled and tore himself 
 for five minutes, and then yelled, Who believes that boy s 
 story now? No one rose except me. The gentle Ascham 
 glared around savagely a minute, then pointed at me a fin 
 ger of scorn, and hissed out, Henceforth that boy s word 
 can never be believed/ He had spoken, and from that 
 moment until I left school, he never ceased on all occa 
 sions to revile me like a pickpocket." 
 
 "I thought you stood at the head of your class," said 
 
 Lewis/ 
 
 "So I did generally, and that provoked him more than 
 anything else. It obliged him to somewhat limit his abuse 
 to my character, when it would have been so much more 
 gratifying sarcasm to call me a fool. I confess, Sauls- 
 bury, you are not so great a dunce, he would complain 
 bitterly, as I once thought you, but your moral turpitude 
 grows blacker and blacker/ Urging one day the advan- 
 
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 tage to a boy of standing well with his teacher, he spoke of 
 an old scholar of his, who had committed a forgery, but 
 who had been pardoned by the injured persons, on ac 
 count of his good character at school. I well remember 
 the prophetic manner in which he eyed me during the nar 
 rative, as one sure to commit the crime, but against whose 
 punishment no such bar could be interposed. He used, 
 in his leisure moments, to amuse the class with drawing 
 pictures of my future career, and my probable mode of 
 ending it, which were much more graphic than nattering. 
 A gallows I came to look upon as my only means of gain 
 ing a higher sphere ; though in the flood of youthful 
 spirits, I at times indulged the fond hope of dying quietly 
 in a prison or the work-house. Once at least every day, 
 Whaleham used to start from his seat, make the letter V 
 with his two fore-fingers, and poke it towards me. 
 Saulsbury/ he then shouts, which horn do you take? 
 1 What is the dilemma? I inquire humbly. Acknowl 
 edge yourself to be either a boor or a knave. I 
 should prefer to take neither horn/ Then take a 
 thrashing/ he shrieks. In that alternative, I answer 
 meekly, the attractions of each epithet seem so equally 
 balanced, I will willingly allow you the choice/ Choose/ 
 he thunders, gnashing his teeth, and shaking his shaggy 
 mane. If I must choose myself, I prefer the former 
 horn ; no, the latter ; no, on the whole I will take the for 
 mer/ With each doubt, Whaleham advances a step, bran 
 dishing a huge ruler : at my decision, he throws the ruler 
 
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 on the table, shakes the building with a pacific frown, gives 
 a contented grunt, and takes his seat victorious." 
 
 11 What made the fellow dislike you so ?" asked Van. 
 
 " I never knew till one day, a short time before I left 
 the school, he gave me a sudden look of hatred, and said, 
 * that boy prides hi:nself on being a gentleman ; who 
 doesn t think he is the worst boy in the class ? " 
 
 "What did they say ?" asked Van, who looked on Went- 
 worth as too moral a man to live long. 
 
 " They all agreed with him, every one of them, and I 
 have never cared to speak to any of them since. " 
 
 " I don t wonder. It must have been hard for a gentle 
 man to breathe in such a den. " 
 
 I remember, Van, I used regularly every night to pray 
 God to strike Whaleham dead in his bed. Yet the next 
 morning there he was, seated at his desk unblushingly alive. 
 It made me a skeptic for some years, to find my prayers 
 unanswered." 
 
 "You like to make yourself out as bad as possible," 
 said Lewis, looking at our hero with generous admira 
 tion. Have you heard, Van Courtland, what Wentworth 
 did the other night ? Sweatrame invited him to meet a 
 party of men to organize a scheme for hazing. Wentworth 
 went to the meeting and told the fellows that as he had 
 thought it low in any one to attempt to haze him, when he 
 was a Freshman, so he thought it would be now equally 
 low in him to attempt to haze any one else. He came 
 near having a row with Sweatrame. " 
 
 "I heard something about it from the other side," re- 
 
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 plied Van, "Sweatrame is in our club-table, you know. 
 Still, I don t more than half like him ; I don t see why 
 they elected him among the first ten. You must each of 
 you, now I think of it, promise me a piece for my paper 
 next Friday. I have as yet nothing but some verses from 
 Ayres, and an essay by Bowyer on the Athenian trireme." 
 
 "How does Ayres write?" asked Wentworth, "He is 
 such a good-natured, pleasant fellow. Last term I remem 
 ber the only question which seemed to give him any great 
 concern was the relative social position of your and our 
 club-tables. Though Van Courtland s table, he used to 
 repeat daily, may stand belter with fast men, yet, if you were 
 to take the opinion of the whole class, I think it would be 
 greatly in favor of our own. " 
 
 "His verses draw a different character for himself a 
 proud, reckless, blighted heart a man who has drained 
 the cup of pleasure and found it wormwood, and all that 
 sort of thing. By the way, Wentworth, don t you want to 
 go on an adventure some night with Brandreth and my 
 self? We are running an opposition to the Med. Fac., 
 and have hired a house behind Hill s stable, where we 
 keep our lanterns, tools, and dresses. The situation is 
 capital. You can reach the house through the street, or 
 through the stable, which is open all night, or through 
 the churchyard lane. You must go with us some time, 
 old boy ; it is really exciting." 
 
 "There s nothing I should like better, Van; do count 
 me in, please, on your next expedition." 
 
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 131 
 
 As Wentworth finished speaking, the second bell 
 for morning service began to ring, at which the three 
 boys strolled over to the chapel, and were soon fast 
 asleep. 
 
CHAPTER IX. 
 
 "Noris nos," inquit ; "docti sumus." 
 
 rIE blossoming of the Freshman worm into the 
 Sophomoric butterfly is a beautiful spectacle. 
 
 The Freshman is too near the base world, not 
 to be somewhat tainted by its traditions. 
 
 The Sophomore ! what happened to him before he en 
 tered college floats behind him as vague as the antenuptial 
 dreams of our parents, that hover about our infancy. 
 Memory, shod with seven league boots, can scarcely reach 
 that distant time. 
 
 This great change finds its best opportunity to prove it 
 self in the "Institute of 1 770. " 
 
 The members of this Society, as in all clubs in Harvard, 
 literary or otherwise, except the $. B. K. , are chosen on ac 
 count of their social qualities, and number about half the 
 class. 
 
 Class feeling receives a severe blow from this division, 
 and the two factions view each other with a repugnance 
 which deepens into hostility in the Junior and Senior 
 years. 
 
 The Friday following the breakfast given to Van, Went- 
 
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 worth and Lewis took tea with their friend, and shortly after 
 sauntered with him into the "Institute" rooms. There 
 they found a large audience, and Hayward at the desk in 
 the middle of an oration, the first exercise of the evening 
 after the secretary s report. The subject of the oration, 
 Bowyer whispered to Wentworth, was "The Man," and 
 Hayward was pronouncing himself with earnestness against 
 the masses, and asserting that all truth, all power, all 
 good, sprang from the individual. 
 
 Rounds of applause interrupted the course of the oration, 
 and at its conclusion Rakeman, who was President, an 
 nounced as Editor of the evening Mr. Schuyler Van Court- 
 land. 
 
 Van rose amid a great clapping of hands, and opened his 
 paper. His first piece, which, at the risk of tediousness, 
 we shall quote at length, was entitled 
 
 "THE COLLEGE PUMP." 
 
 "A few days since, " it began, "I was returning some 
 what late from Boston, to my room in Hollis Hall. My 
 friends, with whom I had been having a very pleasant 
 evening at Parker s familiar rendezvous, had preferred to 
 remain there during the night, so that I was alone. There 
 was a turbulent fellow in the horse-car with me, who made 
 a great disturbance, and two or three respectable old gen 
 tlemen cried Put him out/ This seemed to sober him 
 down, for I looked carefully all about the car, but could 
 not find who it was. 
 
 "On reaching Cambridge, I passed through the gate 
 
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 by the old President s house into the college yard, and 
 strolled towards Hollis. Everything around me seemed 
 to be under some mysterious influence. The sky was 
 wide awake, and winking in the most knowing man 
 ner with its thousand eyes. I couldn t make out at 
 what, till I saw the moon reeling half soaked out of a 
 cloud. The old elms in the yard swayed this way and 
 that, and some of them followed me as though I were an 
 Orpheus. Their leaves were coquetting with the wind, 
 and now shadowed, now disclosed troops of golden-haired 
 elves, who displayed pairs of very pretty ankles, as they 
 danced over the tops of the grass. They looked for all the 
 world like dandelions, and their shrill voices you could 
 hardly distinguish from cicadae. Even old University 
 Building stood uneasily on his stout legs, and leaned to 
 ward Holworthy, the youngest of the Dormitories, with as 
 soft a glance as can kindle in the eye of hoary granite. 
 He longed, no doubt, to clasp his manly arm around her 
 buxom waist and cut pigeon wings with her over the quiet 
 town. 
 
 "Suddenly I heard a noise overheard, and looking up, 
 beheld flying through the air, the long line of college 
 Goodies, headed by the Regina, each bestriding a besom. 
 You would scarcely have believed they were not a flock of 
 geese flying one behind the other, but I recognized the 
 voice of my old goody Lovedust, and knew the careless 
 swing of her broom. They were steering northward, doubt 
 less towards the witches Mecca, Salem, there to perform 
 their hellish rites. I thought I saw a Freshman in the 
 
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 claws of the Regina, and shuddered at his fate," [immense 
 applause with hand and heel, ] but that may have been 
 mere fancy. 
 
 "I had now reached the pump, and feeling thirsty, put 
 my lips to its mouth, and took a long drink. As I 
 turned to go away, I felt a cold hand seize me by the 
 collar. My blood froze, my knees knocked together, and 
 looking at the pump, I was horror-stricken to see how like 
 a human being it had become. It bore a startling resem 
 blance to the portrait of my great grandfather, who lost an 
 arm at Bunker Hill. 
 
 " Unhand me, sir ! said I at length, mustering courage, 
 and I was about to strike him, but his venerable appear 
 ance checked my blow. Soon he dropped his arm, but 
 held me spell-bound by his glassy eye. Then a deep 
 voice, which nearly frightened my ears off, issued from him. 
 My friend, he said, I have been warned by many 
 unlucky omens that my end is drawing near, and wish to 
 leave behind me some memorial of a long and eventful 
 life. 
 
 " You aie blue, old boy, said I with affected cheerful 
 ness, and no wonder, you are such a confirmed water 
 drinker. If you will only take a glass of some more gen 
 erous liquid, you ll grow more hopeful/ 
 
 The old gentleman shook his head despondently, and 
 looking at him more closely, I saw that he bore the marks 
 of violence. The top of his head was laid bare, as by a 
 seal ping-knife, and every little while he seemed convulsed 
 with pain. 
 
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 " My friend/ he continued, after a short pause, straight-, 
 ening himself up by a great effort, it may be the idle 
 presentiment of age, but I dare not indulge such a belief. 
 Your bright eye, and firm step, proclaim you a Sopho 
 more/ [renewed applause,] and you may possibly pre 
 serve my life a few years longer. Believe me/ interposed 
 I, placing my hand on my heart, for I was touched by his 
 confidence, anything which I can do to oblige a gentle 
 man holding so useful, though ancillary a position in 
 society I will tell you my history, that you may plead 
 in my behalf/ returned the pump with a chaste smile of 
 gratitude. 
 
 " I was born on Waver ley Hills, and can but just re 
 member the pleasant time of my youth. It was passed 
 in innocence, and the quiet pleasures of a country life. I 
 knew nothing of the world then, and could not have told 
 a Sophomore from a Freshman/ [exclamations of horror,] 
 1 and of Latin and Greek, I had not even heard the names. 
 Yet I was very happy in those days, and can still recall 
 the songs the larks used to sing me in the mornings. I 
 thought them very fine then, though of course they were 
 nothing to your Glee Club but I grow garrulous. 
 
 " One day I was stunned by a heavy blow, and when I 
 awoke from my swoon, found myself stript of my bark 
 and leaves, and with only one of my branches left. Look 
 ing around me, I saw several large brick buildings, and a 
 stretch of green shaded with trees, under which were hur 
 rying to and fro, a number of men in long black dresses. 
 Presently a strange object, something like a woman, placed 
 
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 a pail before me, and seizing my branch, moved it up and 
 down. I felt a sudden stirring in my bowels, and then 
 first learnt that I had become a pump. After a few days I 
 caught from the men who came to drink from me, that I 
 was a member of Harvard College, and in a few months I 
 knew all about the place, and became a very fair scholar. 
 At first I had but little time to study : they were just finish 
 ing that large white building yonder, and I had to work 
 hard to give the hands water. It was very painful for 
 me I remember, even then, to water plebeians, for I have 
 always had a student s pride, and hate and avoid the vulgar. 
 " Kirkland was President of the college when I entered, 
 and a very good President he was, too. Though a learned 
 man, he was even more distinguished for his wit and 
 genial humor, than for his scholarship. I remember him 
 distinctly, and all the men of his day. There was Frisbie, 
 who first taught me Horace : poor fellow ! he could scarcely 
 see to read, and used to recite me the odes from memory. 
 Farrar was professor then, and such a wonderful mathema 
 tician. I have never met since. Before he took a drink, he 
 used always to calculate, from the last rain, the exact num 
 ber of strokes required to bring up the water. One of the 
 best men I have ever known was Henry Ware, who took a 
 friendly interest in me, from the moment I entered col 
 lege. He woke in me a sense of my reponsibility as a 
 moral agent, and ever since his first draught I have 
 pumped from purer motives than before. Hedge was 
 another professor to whom I have always felt greatly 
 indebted, through for different reasons. When he first 
 
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 introduced himself to me, he asked me solemnly, What 
 is a pump? or rather, a pump is what? This question 
 gave me a strange sensation, as though I had taken an 
 emetic, and first taught me to look below the surface of 
 things. I owe to Professor Hedge, more than to any other 
 man, my critical knowledge of myself, and the rest of the 
 Universe. But Popkins, of all the professors of that time, 
 was my most intimate friend. He used to drink from me 
 regularly, two or three times a day. It is so refreshing/ 
 he would exclaim, after my long nine ! Poor old Pop ! 
 what pleasant chats we have had together ! If what I hear 
 some students say now-a-days is true, that men who smoke 
 here, bum hereafter, how I wish I could give you a long 
 drink from my spout now. 
 
 " After some years, Kirkland resigned his place, and a 
 new President was elected over us, named Quincy. He 
 was not so clever or social as Kirkland, but he was a 
 very brisk man, and secured a new handle for me in 
 his reign. By-and-by Quincy also went away, and 
 Everett ruled in his stead. When he first came for a 
 drink he frightened me by his manner, it was so grand. 
 Shortly afterwards, however, I had a new trough made, 
 and Everett delivered the oration on the occasion, in which 
 he compared me to Arethusa. I always respected him 
 highly after that, though we were never familiar. 
 
 " I could tell you a great deal more about the officers 
 and students of those old days stories which would interest 
 you very much if I had time. Men late at night, have 
 often made me their confidant, and leaning upon me in the 
 
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 most friendly way, have whispered in my ear secrets 
 about Boston, and the sights one sees in that great capital. 
 
 Only the other day Toughnut and Bird they are Sopho 
 mores, you know came reeling up to me, and told me of 
 many strange adventures with which they had met. 
 Toughnut then, in the coolest manner, sat down in my 
 trough, and asked Bird to pump, on him. I gave him 
 a good drenching, you can wager my handle ; for I am a 
 pump of humor ; and often when strapping Sophomores 
 come for a drink, I make them sweat a long time : but 
 tender little Freshmen, I give them a drink at once ; 
 [tremendous applause,] for I pity the poor boys, so far 
 away from their mothers ; [heels and hands, and cries of 
 "Good!" "Good!"] Then their breath smells so 
 sweet, and not like college men s. Why, when Toughnut 
 takes a drink, he leaves a fiery taste in my mouth which 
 makes my head grow dizzy, and my arm move up and 
 down, like one of our public speakers. I have witnessed 
 a great many wild scenes in college, and if I chose to let 
 the Faculty know but a pump is more honorable than 
 men when alive, and never tells tales/ 
 
 The old gentleman riere gave a gurgling sound so like a 
 death rattle that I was seized with fear, lest he should die 
 suddenly and I should be hanged for his murder. 
 
 " Do not be alarmed/ he soon reassumed me by say 
 ing, that was a hawk, nothing more. We pumps are 
 peculiarly subject to colds ; it comes from our wet feet and 
 long throats. I have still some hours to live ; but I must 
 finish my history. Two nights ago I was awakened by 
 
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 some students out of a sound sleep, and looking up saw a 
 brilliant colored light in the centre of the yard, which made 
 the trees and buildings look all golden. I heard a man 
 near me say that 5 had set off a Bengal light, and that the 
 Sophomore class was now acknowledged by every one to 
 be the greatest class that had ever been at Harvard College. 
 
 " I had never seen anything so beautiful before, and was 
 enjoying it greatly, when suddenly I heard a terrible noise, 
 and felt something burst within me. The same moment I 
 fainted dead away from pain and fear. When I recovered 
 consciousness, I found that the top of my head had been 
 blown off, and that my arm was nearly paralyzed. I have 
 also received severe internal wounds from which I have lit 
 tle hope of recovery. 
 
 " I do not wish to say anything to the Faculty, but will 
 not you, who are a Sophomore, tell your class the story of 
 my life and implore them not to treat me in this cruel 
 manner. One more such blow would be hopelessly fatal. 
 Since I first came to college, I have never done or said 
 anything to injure the students, and my highest pleasure 
 has been to give them water with which to duck wicked 
 tutors. I do not deserve such a return ; it breaks my 
 heart ; ingratitude more potent than gunpowder is wasting 
 me away. 
 
 "The venerable sufferer here became so affected that he 
 could do nothing but sigh and groan. 
 
 " My dear friend/ said I, your words command my 
 deepest sympathy. I respect you ; I will defend you ; I 
 will beg nay I will command the class of 5 never 
 
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 again to injure you, but always to hold you in the highest 
 honor. My voice here choked with emotion, and I 
 rested my head on the old man s shoulder. At this he 
 gave a sharp cry of pain. 
 
 " Pardon me/ he added, but I suffer from an attack of 
 acute rheumatism under my arm, brought on by my expo 
 sure. 
 
 " My truest friend, sobbed I, stiil more deeply moved, 
 your wrongs wring my very heart of heart. I love you ; 
 I will die for you ; whoever seeks again to harm you, 
 must pass over my lifeless body, 
 
 "The poor pump burst into tears at my words of kind 
 ness, and throwing his solitary arm about my neck, long 
 hung there weeping as though I were his long-lost child. 
 At length I tore myself away, and walked to my room, re 
 volving this sad tale in my mind." 
 
 Long and loud applause followed Van s first article, and 
 he next read, " A letter from a Freshman to his mother," 
 which was heard with convulsions of laughter. This was 
 followed by a more serious effort, A night among the 
 Ogres," in which the practices of the College Faculty were 
 unveiled and their custom of feasting on stewed Freshmen 
 after each meeting justly denounced. (We have been re 
 quested by the President of the college to state that these 
 accounts were in many of their details grossly exaggerated. 
 THE AUTHOR. ) A number of other pieces followed, entitled 
 "Character," "My Chum and I," "Alone with my Pipe," 
 "The Grumbler," "The Athenian Trireme," "A game 
 of Billiards," "Remorse, a poem," "Can a Law-Student 
 
142 Fair Harvard. 
 
 be a gentleman ?" " A Night in Town," "Whether com 
 plete blindness in one eye should be accepted by the Fac 
 ulty as an equivalent for being cross-eyed in the examina 
 tion of a candidate for admission to the Vestal Order of 
 College Goodies ?" Space forbids our quoting more than 
 the names of these essays, but that they were all marked 
 by the finest culture and rarest originality our readers can 
 take our word. 
 
 A vote of thanks was given Van as he took his seat, and 
 his paper acknowledged to be the best of the term. Rake- 
 man then announced as the subject for debate the question, 
 "Whether Prize-fighting is justifiable." Hamilton and 
 Ayres were the regular debaters of the evening in the af 
 firmative, and Bowyer and Sweatrame in the negative, all of 
 whom approved themselves accomplished orators. After 
 Sweatrame had finished his argument Gowan rose and made 
 a brilliant speech in favor of the manly art, closing with a 
 tribute to the great Heenan. 
 
 The vote of the Society was then taken and Prize-fight 
 ing received a severe check, after which the meeting was 
 adjourned until the next Friday. 
 
CHAPTER X. 
 
 "I, fuge ; Bed poteras tutior esse domi." 
 
 ONDAY evening, the first day of the following 
 December, the College Faculty were seated, as 
 their custom is, around the council fire in Uni 
 versity Building, engaged in earnest consultation, touching 
 students, their studies, and moral discipline. 
 
 Much has been said with force and reason on both 
 sides of this question," said the President in summing up 
 a lengthy debate. 
 
 "On the one hand, Van Courtland, it has been shown, 
 has omitted to attend a large number, I may say a very large 
 number, of prayers and recitations. He has, for these 
 omissions, twice received a Public Ad-monition/ and, it 
 is well urged, has merited the additional punishment of 
 suspension, if not expulsion from the college. This pen 
 alty, it is argued, should be inflicted, not only as due to the 
 gravity of the offences themselves, but also for the sake of a 
 wholesome example, to promote obedience to our police 
 regulations, which have of late been frequently disregarded. 
 If leniency be shown in this case, it has been pertinently 
 suggested, the Faculty cannot, with so perfect justice, 
 punish similar violations of their laws. 
 
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 "On the other hand, Professor Horace has invited our 
 attention to Van Courtland s proficiency in Latin and other 
 studies, a matter, which, though of less importance than the 
 maintenance of our penal code, should not be altogether 
 overlooked. The arguments seem to be about equally 
 balanced, and I do not wish myself to express any very 
 positive opinion. Since, however, you press me to give 
 one, I may perhaps be allowed to state, without meaning 
 in the least to influence your decision, that I should not be 
 greatly opposed to allowing Van Courtland, in considera 
 tion of the excellence of his recitations, a somewhat longer 
 opportunity to reform." 
 
 The vote of the Faculty was then taken, and resulted in 
 favor of Van Courtland. 
 
 "I am glad," continued the President after the an 
 nouncement of the vote, " to hear such good accounts of 
 Saulsbury. He has obtained nearly perfect marks in every 
 department, and notwithstanding a few deductions, will 
 probably be the first scholar of his class for this year. 
 Nothing can be more admirable than the influence exerted 
 by such a boy. " 
 
 We now beg our readers to glance upwards, through 
 two ceilings, and a slated roof, and observe two young 
 men standing upon the top of the building, near the cen 
 tral chimney. 
 
 "Are you ready, Wentworth?" asks Van Courtland of 
 his friend. 
 
 "Yes," answers our hero; "you, Van, go down the 
 
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 rope, and as soon as you reach the ground, give it a 
 shake. I ll then light the fusee, and hurry after you. " 
 
 While Van is making his descent, we will give our 
 readers a brief sketch of our hero s career in the two 
 months just past. Wentworth had studied with his chum 
 through this period, with almost as much zeal as during 
 the first month of the term. After the novelty of exclusive 
 devotion to books had worn away, however, he felt his 
 spirits somewhat droop. He therefore, without neglecting 
 his work, mixed more with his friends, and again enjoyed, 
 though now with- moderation, the delightful social pleas 
 ures of college life. Nor in his recreations did Wentworth 
 forget what was due to the honor of his class, and the 
 spirit of his Sophomore year. Although he refused to be 
 long to the Med. Fac., on account of his dislike to hazing, 
 he at times joined some of its members, in their attacks 
 against the common enemy of all classes, the Faculty. 
 Most of the enterprises, however, in which he took part, 
 were executed in concert with Brandreth, and their mutual 
 friend Van. Brandreth passed most of his nights upon 
 the roofs of the college buildings, which custom had made 
 as safe for him, as for the nocturnal cat, and had gained 
 the sobriquet of the lone brave, " from his love of soli 
 tary adventure. About once a week, however, when some 
 choice scheme offered itself, he would ask Wentworth and 
 Van to meet him at the house behind the stable, which the 
 latter and he had, hired. 
 
 There our three young warriors put on the war paint, 
 and dug up the hatchet. Thence, anon, in the small 
 
146 Fair Harvard. 
 
 hours of the night, they issued upon the war path, each 
 clad in black, close-fitting trousers, light, well oiled 
 shoes, and a black coat buttoned round his blackened 
 face. 
 
 The first exploit of the trio was the painting on the wall 
 of the chapel just above the pulpit, the names of their 
 classes 5- and 5-, and underneath them the motto 
 
 " Discite justitiam moniti, et non temnere divos." 
 
 The morning following, every one was startled by this 
 work of an unseen hand, and the College Faculty paused a 
 moment in their tyrannical course, struck with the terror 
 Belshazzar s Court felt, as the words of doom burnt them 
 selves upon their eyes. Both classes gained great glory by 
 this achievement, which was increased a week later by the 
 Rape of the Bell. 
 
 The students, overtaxed with protracted studies, had long 
 sighed for a night s rest unbroken by the harsh prayer bell. 
 The practical friends of letters in college had often attempted 
 to secure for them this boon by removing the tongue from 
 the merciless crier, who every morning uttered his dolorous 
 summons from the roof of Harvard Hall. But the efforts 
 of these philanthropists had been rendered futile by 
 the young Argus-eyed Janitor and bell-ringer ordinary to 
 the University, who slept in the building. 
 
 Undismayed by these failures, our three braves resolved 
 to hazard the attempt. One cloudy afternoon as a division 
 of the Senior Class was going to recitation in Harvard 
 Hall, the boys entered the building with them and remained 
 concealed in one of its upper rooms. About twelve o clock 
 
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 they stole into the belfry and worked away at their task, 
 each filing as best he might at the stubborn tongue. Three 
 hours they labored with a zeal a sense of duty could have 
 alone inspired. At length its tongue was loosened and the 
 bell became a mute. As Van, however, was giving the 
 tongue a final twist, his hand slipped and the bell, in revenge 
 for its mayhem, gave one loud expiring shriek for help. 
 
 "We re caught," whispered Van, as listening a few mo 
 ments, the boys heard the cat-like tread of the velvet-footed 
 Janitor on the stairs. 
 
 "Suppose we attack and gag him," suggested Wentworth. 
 
 "The risk is too great," returned Brandreth, he will call 
 the watchman, and we shall all be nabbed. " There is only 
 one way," he added, and nodding to his friends to imitate 
 him, he pulled off his shoes and stockings and threw them 
 with the tongue of the bell over the roof. 
 
 The Janitor as he approached the belfry chuckled, but, 
 though chuckling, advanced more slowly. 
 
 "Come down," he cried, rapping on the scuttle. 
 
 Hearing no noise his courage mounted ; he pushed 
 back the scuttle, sprang into the belfry and foamed at the 
 mouth to see three misty objects, crawling away over the 
 roof. The hope of reward for a moment prompted him to 
 tempt the aerial chase. A shudder succeeded the thought, 
 as his imagination painted the natural effect of a fall of fifty 
 feet upon his personal appearance. 
 
 "You d better come back, you can t get off," he shouted, 
 leaning over the edge of the belfry and straining his eyes 
 after the invisible shadows. 
 
 
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 "I ll wait till the sun rises," he muttered to himself, 
 and then I can see who they are. " Thus muttering, he 
 again chuckled. 
 
 "I wish it were clearer, "whispered Brandreth, who with 
 his friends had now reached the corner of the roof nearest 
 Hollis Hall, I can t see where to jump. " 
 
 1 You re not going to jump without the rope, are you, " 
 said Van, who was not such a Daedalus as his friend. 
 
 Brandreth made no answer, but seating himself upon 
 the edge of the roof felt with his feet towards Hollis, which 
 is a few feet, distant. Suddenly his hand moved slightly on 
 the slippery slates, and the next moment he would have 
 fallen, but Wentworth and Van clutched him, and he him 
 self caught his hand on the lightning rod, which runs 
 from roof to roof. 
 
 "Hollis Hall is higher than Harvard, that s what 
 frightens me," he said as he regained his feet; "but here 
 goes," and with a spring the reckless fellow leaped forward 
 into the air. 
 
 The same moment the two boys heard his bare feet clasp 
 the slates on the roof opposite, and saw him creeping to 
 the corner attic window. This opened at his knock and 
 one end of a coil of rope which a classmate who occupied 
 the room had in readiness was passed to him. This Bran 
 dreth threw to his friends, who in turn made it fast around 
 their waists and leaped across, Wentworth first, and Van 
 next. The boys then hurried down stairs, picked up the 
 spoils of war, and returned to their quarters behind the 
 stable. 
 
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 But the velvet-footed Janitor through the long hours 
 stood sentinel over the roof. Many prayers like Ajax he 
 offered up for light; many times he breathed upon his 
 frosty fingers ; many times he stamped with his velvet feet. 
 
 When at length the sluggard Aurora, struggling from 
 her bed of down, opened her dim eyes, their first faint 
 glances discovered the empty roof, and the students van 
 ished into thin air." 
 
 I have lived," exclaimed the weary watcher, and gazed 
 stupidly around him. Soon he bent downwards his leaden 
 steps, a man well stricken in years. 
 
 The third exploit of our young friends was dedicated to 
 equity. 
 
 "It is unjust," urged Brandreth, "in the Faculty to 
 punish men, whose duties engage them most of the night, 
 for not rising to prayers like common idlers in the morn 
 ing." 
 
 One midnight, therefore, the boys opened the southern 
 door of University building, and locking it from the inside, 
 left the key in its place. They then unlocked a postern 
 door to secure a double retreat in case of surprise. Thence 
 passing up stairs they entered the President s room, and 
 took from its hiding-place the key to the college safe. 
 The Regent s room adjacent, where a year ago the world 
 had trembled with the Titanic birth throes of our hero s 
 class, next invited them. There Brandreth opened the 
 college-safe, and taking out the college books, erased from 
 them as many marks against himself and his friends for 
 
150 Fair Harvard. 
 
 " cutting" prayers, as a prudent regard for their reputation 
 would permit. 
 
 The mise-en-scene of this adventurous night, long im 
 pressed itself upon Wentworth s memory. 
 
 The solemn room with its old safe and Sibylline books, 
 in which the hopes and fears of many aspiring youth lie 
 written ; the long table and stately chair once awful with 
 the stern Regent, now, alas ! profaned ; the old clock tick 
 ing angrily at the intruders ; the wicked eye of the dark 
 lantern stealing around the walls ; and the black spectres 
 busy at their deed of darkness. Without reigns silence, 
 save where the watchman paces around the college to 
 guard it from nightly* harm. 
 
 At this very moment, perchance, the Regent himself at 
 his happy home smiles in peaceful slumber. He is dream 
 ing of Private and Public Admonitions " slowly matur 
 ing through their allotted periods. Even while he smiles, 
 many of his innocents are dying before their birth by the 
 hand of our young Herods. 
 
 Thus passed the golden months of October and Novem 
 ber in study and adventure. The weather had now grown 
 colder, and would soon compel even *Brandreth to retire 
 into winter quarters. One Friday night, Van musing with 
 pride on what had been achieved, and eager to end the 
 campaign with a crowning "mercy," devised an elaborate 
 scheme, which he at once prepared to execute. The two 
 following days there was a cold snap in which Fresh Pond 
 -was frozen over, but Monday, the day chosen by Van to 
 carry out his plot, was warm and pleasant. 
 
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 About dusk on that day a cart drove rapidly through the 
 yard to the cedar grove behind University Building. The 
 driver took from it a small barrel, which he gave into the 
 hands of Rakeman an-d Brandreth, who were there sta 
 tioned. 
 
 This and a ladder which shortly made its appearance 
 with Bowyer and Sweatrarne were hidden away in the 
 bushes. 
 
 About half an hour later a rattling was heard on the 
 roof of the building, and a rope uncoiled itself to the 
 ground. This Brandreth made fast to the ladder, which 
 was then drawn up the side of the building. Soon the 
 rope again fell and the barrel followed the ladder. The 
 unseen agents above were Wentworth and Van Courtland. 
 These late in the afternoon had entered University by a 
 back door, and. remained concealed thereuntil the even 
 ing. They had then climbed upon the roof, carrying with 
 them a coil of rope, a paint pot, and an effigy of Tutor 
 Brown. 
 
 Van s plan proposed nothing less than to burn a barrel 
 of chemicals over the heads of the Faculty, while seated in 
 council, and underneath the barrel to hang in effigy one of 
 its members. 
 
 The barrel had been prepared* by the ablest chemists in 
 College, and all danger of its setting the building on fire 
 had been guarded against. 
 
 Our friends as soon as they had mounted the roof had 
 painted the name of their class in large white letters upon 
 the chimney. 
 
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 They had then by the help of the ladder hung their vic 
 tim by the neck to the chimney-top, and had again let 
 down the rope for the barrel. 
 
 "Confound it," whispered Wentworth, as they lifted the 
 barrel upon the roof, " I ve knocked out the fusee." 
 
 "Never mind," answered Van, "stick it in again, it will 
 go all right/ and he helped Wentworth place the barrel 
 in the chimney. 
 
 The boys below meanwhile separated and took up their 
 positions as scouts, one on each side of the building. It 
 was at this point that our own attention was called away 
 from the proceedings of the Faculty, to observe what was 
 going on over their heads. 
 
 Are you ready, Wentworth ? " asks Van Courtland of 
 his friend. 
 
 Yes, " answers our hero, you, Van, go down the rope 
 and as soon as you reach the ground give it a shake. I ll 
 then light the fusee and hurry after you. " 
 
 "All right," replied Van, and glided swiftly down. He 
 had reached but half way to the ground, when he heard 
 Rakeman s warning whistle, and swung himself into the 
 shadow of a window. 
 
 "By Jove, it s the college watchman," he muttered, 
 catching sight of a figure pacing along the path. 
 
 In a few minutes the watch had passed out of hearing, 
 and Van descended to the ground. 
 
 Ready ! " he said, as his scouts gathered round him, 
 and he gave the rope a shake. 
 
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 The next moment a loud report was heard upon the 
 roof. 
 
 "The devil ! " cried Van, "he has lit the wrong end of 
 the fusee," and looking up he saw Wentworth sliding with 
 reckless speed down the rope. 
 
 "Run, "said Van, as Wentworth touched the ground. 
 At the word, the six boys leaped from their covert in all 
 directions. 
 
 Wentworth ran towards the north, and was passing the 
 corner of the building, when crash ! he was hurled vio 
 lently back by some one dashing against him at full speed. 
 A blue coat and brass buttons disclosed the infamous cha 
 racter of the new comer. 
 
 "The pogy," muttered Wentworth, and stood divided in 
 mind, crest-tossing Mars urging him to seek safety and 
 glory in victor}*, but the azure-eyed Maid persuading pru 
 dent flight. 
 
 The next moment he darted through the trees and ran 
 towards the Delta. Close upon his heels trod the swift- 
 footed watchman, chosen for his speed. Avarice and rage 
 lent him their aid, but he followed as light a pair of heels 
 as ever winged their way over the green at sight of prowling 
 proctor or wolfish watch. Wentworth s hands were pressed 
 against his chest, his teeth clenched, his head thrown back. 
 Disgrace sat behind him and spurred him on his course. 
 Fast flew his feathered feet over the sear grass. The trees 
 rushed past him ; the ground sprang upwards to meet his 
 step. He reached the spot where the new Chapel now 
 stands ; suddenly he gave a high leap in the air. The 
 
154 Fair Harvard. 
 
 watchman stopped to look for the obstacle and lost precious 
 moments in finding none. 
 
 "I ll tire hi-m out yet," he growled with an oath, and 
 with redoubled rage, pursued the crafty "collegy." 
 
 They leaped over the bars of the college yard ; they ran 
 across the Delta ; Wentworth was rapidly nearing the sanc 
 tuary of Norton s Woods. As he turned down Kirkland 
 Street, he was aware of a man walking towards him : he 
 threw his arm over his face, and ran on the other side of 
 the street. "Stop him !" shouts the policeman, now some 
 rods distant, and Wentworth hears two new feet in pursuit. 
 
 " Podasocus !" he mutters " Podasocus ! the one dan 
 gerous tutor to have upon your track. A shudder of de 
 spair passes over him, but he will die game. Hotter and 
 faster comes his breath ; his new pursuer is fresh ; he is 
 nearly exhausted ; the sweat pours from his forehead ; his 
 face burns like a ball of fire ; his head grows dizzy with the 
 terrible strain. The picture of his father and mother swims 
 before his eyes their anguish at his expulsion. He makes 
 a desperate effort ; he gains a few feet upon his enemy. The 
 few feet close slowly up ; he almost feels the tutor s breath 
 upon his neck. 
 
 Swiftly his mind explores all ways of escape. 
 
 Suddenly he gathers himself like a snake coiling for the 
 spring. The tutor s foot strikes the barrier ; the tutor him 
 self is projected into space. A thousand stars shed their 
 influence over him for a moment ; the next he is shrouded 
 in darkness. 
 
 Wentworth, with a grateful heart, crept through the 
 
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 hedge, which here bounds the street, and was soon lost to 
 sight. 
 
 " Per varies casus, per tot discrimina rentm 
 Tendimus in Latium, " 
 
 he exclaimed, a few minutes later, breaking into Van s 
 room, which he found filled with his friends, refreshing 
 their wearied* virtue. 
 
 "Glad to see you, old boy! we were afraid you were 
 caught," they all cried, as Wentworth entered the door. 
 
 "The rest of us are safe," said Brandreth ; "Rake had a 
 close shave of it, though." 
 
 Probus chased me," broke in Rakeman, "and he would 
 have caught me if I hadn t tript in the grass. I lay per 
 fectly still, with my nose buried in the ground, and 
 Probus ran past me; he must be in Roxbury by this 
 time." 
 
 " I ll tell you a tale without any flam." 
 
 sang the rattling Southron, who valued all things at a song. 
 
 "The Faculty came out like a nest of hornets," said 
 Van. They were wild with excitement. Every one says 
 there hasn t been so good a thing tried for years. But 
 what s the matter ? you look pale. " 
 
 Wentworth told his story, which was received with great 
 applause, and at its conclusion, all his friends drank his 
 health, standing. 
 
 He remained an hour later chatting with them, and 
 then feeling very tired, returned to his room. 
 
 "Why, Wentworth, what ails you?" asked his chum, 
 anxiously. You look as though you had been through 
 the wars." 
 
156 Fair Harvard. 
 
 Wentworth repeated his adventure to Lewis, at which 
 the latter laughed at first, but soon answered with serious 
 ness. 
 
 "You ought not to do this sort of thing, Wentworth. 
 Every few days you frighten me by some dare-deviltry or 
 other. If you re caught, they ll expel you from college, 
 and you can t always count on good luck. Besides, you 
 may break your neck, dancing on the tops of roofs and 
 chimneys. " 
 
 I can t think what is the matter with me to-night, " he 
 added, after a short silence; "I feel out of spirits." 
 
 "I don t wonder at your feeling blue, Lewis," said his 
 chum, your prayer-meeting met to-night, didn t it ? The 
 prospect of going to heaven with such scrubs as one meets 
 at a prayer-meeting, would make any one gloomy. Don t 
 look hurt, old boy, I only spoke in jest." 
 
 "No, no, Wentworth, I m not hurt," replied Lewis, 
 quickly ; "you wrong yourself when you sneer at men be 
 cause they profess their belief in spite of ridicule. Whatever 
 they may be in other respects, for that, at least, they deserve 
 your esteem. " 
 
 You know, Lewis, I never misconstrued your manly 
 assertion of your convictions." 
 
 Your only fault towards me, Wentworth, is too great 
 regard," and Lewis turned his face towards his friend with 
 a look of affection, long remembered, "but it does cut 
 me to see you repress all expression of the faith which I 
 know you feel in your heart. Truth, that does not seek 
 the light, is but half trutn. Dread of ridicule is only a 
 
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 refined form of cowardice and is as base a trait What 
 
 am I saying? It is only because you know I like you bet 
 ter than any one else, that you allow me to be so unjust. " 
 
 " You re not unjust, Lewis, I feel that I ought to do as 
 you have done, to take my stand before the world, but I 
 hate so to set myself up as a model. One seems to claim 
 to be better than other men if he makes a profession of re 
 ligion. You are so, Lewis ; it is all right for you/ 
 
 "You can t stop me by flattery, Wentworth. If you 
 wait until you are at the top of a mountain before you take 
 the first step, your ascent will not be rapid. If you wait 
 until you are perfect before you begin to do right, you 
 will not make great progress towards the kingdom of 
 Heaven. You know how much vice there is here, how 
 much drunkenness, profanity, and licentiousness not so 
 much I don t mean as elsewhere but enough to fill one 
 with sadness. You know, too, how much influence a 
 man like you can exert in college. Even though you are 
 not vicious yourself, if you do not oppose vice in others 
 and unite with those who do, your influence is not on the 
 side of right. " 
 
 "I cannot deny it," answered Wentworth, after a few 
 minutes thought, ; what you say is true. It is cowardice : 
 I will do what you wish, old boy, next Sunday, I promise 
 it." 
 
 Lewis said no more, for he was a strange boy and knew 
 when to advise and when to stop advising. Soon he moved 
 to the table, on which was lying a somewhat miscellaneous 
 collection of authors, among whom, if we remember rightly, 
 
158 Fair Harvard. 
 
 were Jeremy Taylor, Gray s Botany, Boccaccio, Cook s Che 
 mical Physics, Rabelais, and George Herbert. 
 
 "I often grow homesick among lifeless books," Lewis 
 shortly remarked, in order to change the conversation. 
 "Men laugh at the feeling in college; it is so strong, 
 they try to disguise it by a sneer, as Thackeray does his 
 finest feelings, a cowardly fashion, I think." 
 
 One needs to keep the sacred office of letters clearly 
 before him, " he added, to study on cheerfully day after 
 day, although after all it is our own ignorance that makes any 
 thing seem dull to us. The wisest men find nothing stupid: 
 the commonest word is to them the open sesame to the 
 treasure-house of the ages. What an all-important 
 part literature plays in our life ! does it not ? Without it 
 man is a point in the ocean of eternity, with neither past 
 nor future, clipped about with darkness ; its aid has con 
 quered for him a broad island from the reign of night, and 
 built upon it a gorgeous temple set with golden suns 
 shedding light and heat. The Classics are the Propylaea 
 of this Temple of Time, a bulwark against which the 
 waves of oblivion have dashed for two thousand years, and 
 will dash forever in vain. 
 
 "What a pleasant time we have had together, Went- 
 worth !" he continued musingly. "I never knew a term 
 pass so quickly before. Yet I confess I shall be glad 
 when vacation comes. You are going to Philadelphia 
 with me this winter, you know. Mother will be so de 
 lighted to see you !" and the picture of his home rose be 
 fore the boy s mind. 
 
Fair Harvard. 159 
 
 "There is nothing, Lewis, I should like better," an 
 swered Wentworth. "But I must go to bed, I feel fear 
 fully used up. Hallo ! what s all this ?" and he took up a 
 solemn-looking roll of papers. 
 
 That s the sermon Plummer preached two Sundays 
 ago an old lady asked me to borrow it. Do you remem 
 ber that last sentence ? My young friends, if that truth of 
 truths that you are immortal souls could fill your hearts 
 but for one moment, then, at once and forever, would all 
 sin fall from you like the scales from the blind man s eyes. 
 Then would you feel the dignity the sacredness of this 
 life, and make it the fit beginning of that life hereafter of 
 which it is a part. Your souls would dwell in your bodies 
 as priests in the temples 6f God. Death you would look 
 upon not as the king of terrors, but as the angel of life sent 
 to lead you hence into the celestial kingdoms of our Father 
 Almighty and our Lord Jesus Christ. " 
 
 "The Doctor draws it strong, sometimes, Lewis, does 
 he not ?" said Wentworth yawning. 
 
 " By the way, we shall have some skating in a few days, 
 I think ; it is growing colder again. Good-night, old 
 boy." 
 
CHAPTER XL 
 
 " Manibus date lilia plenis." 
 
 FEW days after the conversation between Lewis 
 and Wentworth, Mrs. Hamilton was seated in 
 her small drawing-room in drowsy Philadel 
 phia, turning over the leaves of a book which it had grown 
 too dark to read. 
 
 Lewis s mother was of middle height, with clear blue 
 eyes, light golden hair, and that tremulous look about the 
 lips which acquaintance with grief brings. 
 
 She was thinking of the spot where the hopes of her life 
 were garnered. "It will be time to have a letter from 
 Lewis to-morrow ! How long the days seem!" as she mused, 
 the bell rang, and a telegram was handed her. 
 
 "Please come on as soon as possible," she read, her 
 anxiety increasing to terror. "Lewis has been taken 
 sick." 
 
 It happened in this wise. The Saturday after Went- 
 worth s escape, the two boys, with a party of their friends, 
 went to Fresh Pond to enjoy the first skating of the season, 
 
Fair Harvard. 161 
 
 and peradventure a flirtation with some fair-ankled beauty 
 of breezy Boston. The pond has long been famous for 
 this double diversion, which is well suited to the tempera 
 ment of our New Englanders. 
 
 Wentworth and Lewis skated a short time, and then 
 stopped to talk with Van, a few rods from the shore, by 
 the hotel. Suddenly the ice gave way, and they were all 
 struggling in the water. Their friends formed a line by 
 linking themselves together, but the ice was too thin for 
 its success. Rakeman then ran for a ladder leaning 
 against a tree near by, but its top was frozen too hard to be 
 moved. He rushed to a boat-house, a few feet distant: 
 here he found a long mast, which he dragged along, and 
 pushed over the ice. 
 
 The boys had now been some minutes in the water, and 
 were fast losing their strength. Wentworth and Van had 
 each one arm resting on the ice, and with the other sup 
 ported Lewis, whose consciousness was nearly gone. 
 
 "Hurry up, fellows ! this water is not so warm as it 
 might be," said Van, as Rakeman crept along the mast. 
 The ice creaked and cracked, but the plucky fellow kept 
 on. 
 
 Take Hamilton first, " said Van, as Rakeman reached 
 them. Lewis, who was too benumbed by the cold to speak, 
 shook his head, and tried to push himself back, but Rake 
 man grasped him by the collar, and crying out, "Pull 
 away, fellows," was dragged ashore, clinging to the mast 
 with one hand, and holding Lewis with the other. 
 
162 Fair Harvard. 
 
 Meanwhile, Bowyer had found a rope at the hotel, and 
 thrown it to Van and Wentworth. They, less exhausted, 
 tied it around their waists, and were soon brought to land. 
 
 A good rubbing restored Lewis to life, and the three 
 boys then put on the clothes of their friends, and started 
 on the run for the college. 
 
 They soon reached Van s room, and at once dispatched 
 a man laden with clothes, for their friends in dishabille. 
 They then opened a bottle of brandy, and drank several 
 glasses. Wentworth and Lewis staid with Van the rest 
 of the afternoon, and took supper with him. 
 
 Lewis soon after complained of feeling tired, and 
 went to bed. The next morning, which was cloudy and 
 damp, both he and his chum felt recovered from their 
 fatigue, and attended services at the Chapel. The chapel 
 had this peculiarity if what is shared by all churches can 
 be called a peculiarity it was insufferably close. The 
 architect had, by some accident, built a ventilator in the 
 ceiling, but the mistake was fortunately discovered by the 
 Argus-eyed janitor, and the leak stopped before more than 
 a few breaths of air had escaped. Since then, no mishap 
 had lessened the growing sanctity of the original atmos 
 phere. 
 
 Hamilton, who was still weak from the strain of the day 
 before, caught a severe chill, by going from the close 
 chapel into the damp air. 
 
 He felt no appetite during the day, and in the evening 
 complained of pain and dizziness in the head. 
 
Fair Harvard. 163 
 
 The next morning, Went worth found his chum worse, 
 and went for the doctor, who looked serious after seeing 
 his patient. 
 
 Lewis s pulse was high and feeble, and his symptoms 
 threatened fever. Wentworth in alarm sent a telegram to 
 his friend s mother, and the afternoon of the next day, 
 Mrs. Hamilton drove up to the Hall. 
 
 As Wentworth opened the door of the carriage, she gave 
 him that one agonized glance, that searches the sentence 
 of our destiny in the eyes of another. She put out her 
 hand for something to support herself, and whispered 
 "Thank God." 
 
 With these words, she followed Wentworth to his room. 
 Lewis had grown worse during the night, and could only 
 be kept quiet by opiates. Wentworth had sat up with 
 him, and in the morning had been shocked by the rapid 
 strides of the disease. The boy s eyes were clouded, his 
 cheeks hollow, and his clear skin turned to a yellowish 
 hue ; his pulse was higher than yesterday ; his young face 
 was emaciated, and his eyes lustreless. 
 
 Wentworth gently opened the door for Mrs. Hamilton, 
 and left her alone with her son. 
 
 A look of love ineffable beamed from the mother s face 
 at the sight of her child, but was followed by an expression 
 of unspeakable anguish at the change which had come over 
 him. 
 
 " Oh, my God ! Thou wilt not !" she cried, in her agony, 
 and sinking unconsciously upon her knees by that beloved 
 
164 Fair Harvard. 
 
 bedside, "Save his young life, oh God!" she prayed, 
 "take mine, but oh, save his young life !" 
 
 Suddenly Lewis awoke. 
 
 "Let me get up," he exclaimed, deliriously, and strove 
 to rise. "I tell you I will get up. Oh, I am in such pain ! 
 If you only knew in what pain I am ! My head is bursting ! 
 Wentworth, you go first. It is very cold !" 
 
 Lewis s mother placed her hand softly on the boy s head, 
 and kissed his poor parched lips. Don t you know me ? 
 I m your mother, Lewis ! Oh, my darling ! " 
 
 "Yes, I know you. I m choking! Let me get out ; 
 what do you mean by holding me down ! are you going 
 to leave me to die here ? Promise me you won t leave me, 
 Wentworth. I tell you I can t stay in the water !" 
 
 The boy struggled, fell back exhausted, and burst into 
 tears. 
 
 "I am going to die to-night ! It is so cold ! I won t go 
 first ! I don t like you any more, Wentworth ; I don t like 
 any one any more. Go ! leave me leave me here alone !" 
 and Lewis impatiently pushed away his mother s hand, ten 
 derly pressed upon his forehead. The poor boy ran on 
 in this way a few moments longer, when he again fell into a 
 feverish sleep. 
 
 Thus passed nine weary days, during which Lewis hung 
 between life and death. Night after day, and day after 
 night, his mother watched his every breath with a suspense 
 a mother alone can know, sleeping only when exhaustion 
 closed her sad eyes. 
 
 With the tenth night the fever passed away, but the dan- 
 
Fair Harvard. 165 
 
 ger had only changed its form : Lewis lay scarcely breath 
 ing, half sleeping, half waking, lifeless from its fierce attack. 
 His skin had grown deadly pale, and the veins were dis 
 tended on the lids of his sunken eyes. Towards noon the 
 fever again set in, but under the influence of opiates the 
 boy slept restlessly an hour or more : suddenly he opened 
 his eyes. 
 
 "Dear, good mother!" he said in his natural voice, try 
 ing to reach out his hand. Mrs. Hamilton s mind had 
 been so strung with care, that she had not before shed a 
 tear, but at these words her self-command gave way and 
 she sobbed aloud. "Don t cry, mother dearest!" whis 
 pered Lewis, his old sweet smile hovering over his face, 
 I must have been a great care to you. " Even while he 
 spoke his lips grew purple, and sent a thrill of horror over 
 his mother s heart. 
 
 How beautiful you look to-night, mother ! Lean down 
 and take my head in your hands and kiss my eyes, as you 
 used when I was a boy. Bessy, dear, why have you been 
 so long away?" he adds, thinking of his sister, long since 
 dead. Don t light the lamps yet, pet, it is so pleasant in 
 the dark give me another kiss, mother," and as the lips 
 of the dying boy part to meet his mother s, a look of love 
 hallows his face, and he fails asleep. 
 
 The childless mother sinks upon her knees by the life 
 less form of all she loved and lived for on earth. A mo 
 ment ago her darling was, now all is silent, all is still. But 
 it were impious further to lift the veil, for God, himself, is 
 standing in the room by her side. 
 
166 Fair Harvard. 
 
 They buried Lewis with his father and sister. Went- 
 worth, as he listened to the grand old service that has 
 given faith to so many hearts, felt even then how beau 
 tiful is the death of the pure in spirit. In after days, when 
 time had taken the sting from his grief, he learnt the 
 holy office of death to touch the soul with a finer influence. 
 A friend dying does not die but incarnates our ideals, and 
 gives them a human presence. The radiance of the Sun, 
 the painting of the landscape, the sweet voice of music, all 
 things of majesty and beauty are informed with a more life 
 like power by the sympathy of grief for the loss of those whorr 
 we love and reverence. With what peace and joy their faces 
 shine upon us from the clear sky, lit with heavenly light 
 from the bright world above. I heard a voice from 
 heaven, saying unto me, Write, From henceforth blessed 
 are the dead who die in the Lord : even so saith the Spirit ; 
 for they rest from their labors. 
 
 Wentworth s room on his return to Cambridge looked 
 gloomy as he entered it, and grew gloomier every day. 
 The ghost of past pleasure flitted about it, and seated itself 
 in the vacant chairs. The books, the old fireplace, the 
 half conscious pictures were all mourners with him for 
 their friend. 
 
 I ll tell you what, old boy, " said Van to him one day, 
 "it won t do for you to live in this tomb ; you re growing 
 as lean as a divinity student. Come and room with me 
 the rest of the year, there s a good fellow. " 
 
 Wentworth accepted Van s offer with thanks, and the 
 next day moved to Brown s. 
 
Fair Harvard. 167 
 
 There, through the rest of the term, he sought forget- 
 fulness in work. Yet every now and then, as the mood 
 seized him, he wandered back to his former haunts, and 
 with a silent prayer in his heart, looked again for the fami 
 liar face of his friend, again listened for the sound of his 
 sweet voice. 
 
CHAPTER XII. 
 
 " Nee tamcn undique corporea stipata teuentur 
 omnia natura; namque est in rebus inane." 
 
 " Cum autera finitus fuerit totus usufructus, revertitur scilicet ad proprieta" 
 tern, et ex eo tempore nudae proprietatia dominus incipit plenam in re habere 
 potestatern." 
 
 ,NE forenoon shortly after the celebration of the 
 Sophomore class supper, which was held at 
 Point Shirley the first Friday of the second 
 term, Went worth ran from the Post-office to Brown s in a 
 state of great excitement Van was in his room reading 
 one of M. Gautier s moral tales, and commenting on the 
 story to Rakeman, who, seated nearer the fire, was enjoying 
 the ambrosial humor of Henry Fielding, Esq. 
 
 Van s rooms, which took up half the first floor of the 
 building, were furnished with rich carpets, seductive lounges, 
 well filled book-cases, and whatever else was suited to a 
 luxurious child of the great metropolis. His centre-table 
 offered you the works of Balzac, Dumas fils, and other 
 novelists ; and his walls exhibited much taste in their col 
 lection of pictures. Among them we recall a favorite 
 painting, with many of Van s friends, by a famous French 
 artist, in which a frolicsome girl, struggling to check the 
 
Fair Harvard. 169 
 
 naive admiration of a young soldier, discovered no little 
 beauty. The most noticeable feature of the room, how- 
 over, was the main door, which was covered over with slips 
 of paper. These were part of Van s correspondence with 
 the College Faculty, through which he had been kept in 
 formed of the deductions made from his marks for smok 
 ing, grouping, and the like, and of other matters of cur 
 rent interest. 
 
 "I thank Heaven, fellows!" exclaimed Wentworth, 
 breaking into the room, " that I can now look on my fel 
 low-beings with respect. Two months ago, wherever I 
 went I saw creatures in the livery of creditors, who followed 
 me, and hung upon my words like the slaves of an Eastern 
 despot ; now I have set them all free, and made men of 
 them. " 
 
 "How?" inquired Van, amused; "by an edict of eman 
 cipation ?" 
 
 "No," answered Wentworth, "I have bought their lib 
 erty with hard money. I have just had a letter from the 
 governor ; he is all right again, you know, which says that 
 my last debt has been paid. Let me invite you both to a 
 cutlet, some fried brains, a veal pie, or anything in the line of 
 the Prodigal Son. Seriously, fellows, you don t know how 
 much sweeter it makes your life, to have all men able to 
 look you honestly in the face and say You do not owe 
 me a single penny/ Down ! down !" he added, as a fero 
 cious looking dog leaped upon him. " Down, you beast, 
 confound him, whose dog is this?" 
 
 "Hue, hue, Romule," called Van, laughing at his 
 
170 Fair Harvard. 
 
 chum s vain efforts. "That s the dog I spoke to you 
 about the other day. He arrived this morning with a let 
 ter from my old tutor. He is a splendid classical scholar, 
 and doesn t know a single word of English a cross be 
 tween the Molossian and Spartan breeds. " 
 
 "Did you bring him here to teach you Latin?" asked 
 Rakeman. 
 
 "Not me, but my. teachers. I tell you he knows more 
 Latin, than any other professor in Cambridge. Old Rome 
 herself has entered into the belly of that dog as the Devil 
 into Faust s puppy. 
 
 "Ganni !" Van ordered the dog, and the dog begged. 
 
 " Arripe !" and the dog tossed a piece of cracker from 
 his nose into the air, and caught it in his mouth. 
 "Which of our professors," exclaimed Van triumphantly, 
 " can do that ?" 
 
 "By the way, Rake," remarked our hero, after applaud 
 ing Van s exhibition, I haven t spoken to you since the 
 class-supper ; have you recovered from that, entirely ?" 
 
 "Your inquiry is equivocal," returned the Southron 
 with hauteur. 
 
 "What became of you, yourself, Wentworth, about the 
 middle of the supper," asked Van. You remember when 
 Nutkins wanted to fight you, for knocking a glass out of 
 his hand, and Rake clapped a punch-bowl on his head as 
 a helmet. I couldn t find you for an hour after that ; you 
 must have run away. " 
 
 I went to take a walk on the beach, " replied Went 
 worth, and a look of painful memory passed over the face 
 
Fair Harvard. 171 
 
 of the boy, in whom the revelry of his comrades had 
 heightened a sense of isolation, and excited feelings most 
 in contrast with itself. 
 
 "You should have seen Rake s retreat," said Van 
 quickly, noticing the expression of his friend. " Nut- 
 kins pursued him thrice around the table with all the wrath 
 of an Achilles." 
 
 "You should have seen Sweatrame s little game of duck, 
 that was very humorous," added Rakeman. "As I was 
 congratulating myself on my escape, I heard a noise at one 
 end of the room, and saw Sweatrame, with Dummer, and 
 half a dozen other men, throwing plates at a bottle on the 
 table. This added greatly to their own amusement, but 
 also to the item sundries on the supper bill. I was on the 
 committee, and ran up to stop them. As I reached the 
 spot, the polished pate of a bald-headed waiter, whom fa 
 tal curiosity, or too great love of plates, inspired, lit up the 
 scene. Sweatrame was just aiming a platter at the bottle, 
 when the waiter s shining crown offered a more inviting 
 mark. The victim gave one loud yell, as the platter broke 
 over his head, and darted from the room in mortal terror. 
 Once only he looked back, and saw Death shadowing him 
 with his wings Death! who spares neither the hand/ 
 nor the boss/ neither the prigging waiter, nor the lordly 
 proprietor of a hotel. Your mind follows him as, with 
 the wings of a dove, he flies to his ethereal cot in the attic. 
 There first he pauses, to breathe a short prayer for fair 
 Harvard, and her free-handed students. Anon a co-waiter 
 plasters his head, and whispers words of hope in his ear. 
 
172 Fair Harvard. 
 
 Together they thus sit trembling, till the lame night has 
 halted off ; our revels ended, the ghouls descend, dig up 
 the corpse of the jolly supper, and pledge themselves in 
 countless heel-taps." 
 
 "I returned to the room," said Wentworth, just as 
 Gowan was finishing his response to the last toast, the 
 Union; did you hear that, Van?" 
 
 "No ; there was such a noise in the room, then, that I 
 only caught a word or two, where I was seated ; was it 
 good ?" 
 
 "Very fair. First he drew a picture of the American 
 eagle, with its beak buried in the Atlantic Ocean, and its 
 tail shadowing the Pacific coast. Gentlemen/ he then 
 burst forth, there is but one danger which threatens our 
 happy, our united land, with discord and ruin. Need I 
 name it ? The Maine liquor law ! Too well you know the 
 baleful words. Ah ! gentlemen, when my eyes shall be 
 last turned to behold my beloved country, may they not, 
 like the dove first sent from the Ark, see every where water, 
 every where clouds. Impious, to whom the Flood has 
 brought no warning ! Ho ! waiter ! bring me some of the 
 red eye. Wine for Freshmen, but the red eye for 
 Sophs ! Saulsbury," he shouts, catching sight of me, "you re 
 a nice, elegant, superb, little white-headed boy ; give a 
 rouse." 
 
 " Gowan is a comical fellow," returned Van, "but he is 
 a man of talents, and will be one of our great political 
 leaders one of these days, I have no doubt. " 
 
 "He can place himself outside of more whiskey, in less 
 
Fair Harvard. 173 
 
 time than any man in the class, I reckon, " said Rakeman. 
 "Yesterday, I remember, he complained to me, that we 
 were getting to be so moral a class that a man was 
 ashamed to be seen drunk ; it was not so under the old 
 regime/ he sighed." 
 
 " It seems to me there is almost a touch of coarseness 
 about our class suppers," mused Van, after a few minutes. 
 "We ought to be able to get up something better in col 
 lege. By Jove ! I ve an idea : suppose we have a Roman 
 dinner." 
 
 "Capital!" "Bravo !" shouted both his hearers: 
 
 "These rooms are just the place for it," added Van. 
 "We can get six more good men. I ll come down on 
 my uncle for the wines ; he s a Harvard man, and a 
 great connoisseur." 
 
 Wentworth and Rakeman entered heartily into Van s 
 plan, and soon the work of each of the three had been 
 marked out, and five other men selected. 
 
 Did your fellows accept my invitation to-night, Rake ?" 
 then asked Wentworth, who, on his return to prosperity, had 
 invited his old club-table to a supper in town. " I tried to 
 induce Van to go with us, but he says he is engaged ; I ll 
 call for you all about seven at Mrs. Green s. I think I 
 shall join you again next week, if you are willing." 
 
 "We could not possibly think of it, old boy," returned 
 Rakeman, slapping his friend on the shoulder. "We 
 shall all of us be ready at seven. Suppose we take in our 
 instruments with us ; it will be good fun to wake up the 
 old town." 
 
174 Fair Harvard. 
 
 The twelve o clock bell now rang and the boys hurried to 
 recitation. 
 
 About dusk the same day in the drawing-room oPone of 
 the quiet houses on Beacon Hill, a bright looking girl was 
 laughing and talking with a gentleman some ten years her 
 senior. The girl, in whom ruddy health and delicate 
 beauty vied for mastery, was no other than Miss Campbell. 
 The gentleman whose manner expressed great -admiration 
 for his fair listener, was Mr. J. Endicott Otis, a man much 
 sought by men for his personal traits, and by mothers for 
 his great wealth and alpine social position. 
 
 After some minutes of casual conversation, Mr. Otis 
 leaned forward with that look which women well know 
 precedes the critical occasions of their lives observe, my 
 fair readers, the delicate" flattery of the plural number. 
 
 The animated girl at once became perfectly still ; her 
 ivory neck, mantled with crimson, which mounted and 
 stained with livelier color the roses in her cheeks ; her 
 hand trembled, and, to hide its embarrassment, broke a bud 
 from a bouquet on the table by her side. 
 
 "Miss Campbell," whispered Mr. Otis, bending nearer, 
 it cannot be a secret to you that I have long loved you 
 passionately. " The girl s lips quivered and she cast down 
 her eyes. 
 
 " I you surprise me , " she answered in sweet con 
 fusion. Believe me, I never thought I feel deeply 
 
 flattered but " 
 
 "Do not deny me, Miss Campbell Nell ! may I not 
 call you so ? Tell me that my love is returned. My life" 
 
Fair Harvard. 175 
 
 At this auspicious moment the harmonious voices of Rake- 
 man s cornet and Bowyer s flute awakened the sleepy street, 
 and the words of Schubert s serenade, gliding from Ayres s 
 lips into the room, put a truce to further amorous argument. 
 Mr. Otis started back and swallowed two what shall we 
 call them ? ejaculations, with great difficulty. 
 
 " They are serenading me how charming ! " exclaimed 
 Miss Campbell, after listening a minute. "They must be 
 college boys : I wonder who they are ? " 
 
 Mr. Otis was himself a graduate of Harvard, but had he 
 then heard that the college with all its students had been 
 buried in the ocean, he would have received the news 
 dare we record it with resignation. So deeply is the New 
 England Brahmin leavened with all Christian virtues. 
 
 Scarcely had Ayres finished singing, when Rakeman be 
 gan that rattling ballad, which has always been justly a 
 favorite at Harvard. 
 
 " It was a tall young oysterman lived by the river side " 
 
 Rakeman was in good form, and the winged words of 
 this Sapphic song flew right and left with brilliant effect. 
 
 "I must see who it is !" cried Miss Campbell, with that 
 fine spirit of inquiry which marks her sex ; and with these 
 words, the arch beauty jumped from her seat, opened the 
 folding windows, and stept softly into the balcony, which 
 was closely covered with woodbine. 
 
 "You will catch cold, I fear, let me put on your shawl/ 
 urged Mr. Otis, with something too much of fatherly con 
 cern in his voice. 
 
176 Fair Harvard. 
 
 "No, I thank you, replied Miss Campbell, and leaning 
 forward she peeped through the leaves. 
 
 As Rakeman finished his tearful strain, a slight rustling 
 caught Wentworth s ear, and looking up he saw the glim 
 mer of the girl s light dress, and her coquettish face shin 
 ing through its reluctant veil. 
 
 For heaven s sake, don t sing any of your negro mel 
 odies," he whispered to his friend, who was tuning his 
 throat for a soft lay of the South. " Ayres, sing what you 
 sang the other night ; don t you remember it ? about the 
 pale moon, sweet face, windows, and all that sort of.thing." 
 
 And without further entreaty, Robin began that lovely 
 song, 
 
 " When the pale, pale moon arose last night." 
 
 " How exquisite ! did you ever hear anything prettier, 
 Mr. Otis? said Miss Campbell, and she clapped her 
 hands in enthusiasm. 
 
 "Never," answered her admirer, though from his man 
 ner, one would hardly have guessed it. 
 
 The boys sang a few more songs, and then mounted 
 their tilburies to drive away. Wentworth, however, re 
 mained behind a moment, and glanced admiringly at the 
 sunny-eyed face above him for recognition. Miss Camp 
 bell s hand had stolen through the foliage, and was resting 
 on the railing of the balcony, holding the rose-bud she had 
 just taken from the table. As she bowed to our hero, 
 through some accident unseen by Mr. Otis, the rose 
 dropt from her hand. Wentworth caught it, pressed it to 
 his lips, and joined Rakeman in his tilbury. 
 
Fair Harvard. 177 
 
 When Mr. Otis ordered a bouquet to be sent to Miss 
 Campbell that morning, little did he imagine the base use 
 to which one of its fair flowers would be put by its fairer 
 recipient. So dangerous is it to have any dealings with the 
 fickle sex. 
 
 Did Wentworth preserve this flower for long months in 
 a secret drawer, to be gazed at with fond memories ? Alas, 
 no. Fiction would have so represented it, but plain his 
 tory must set down the fact. Ayres would have done so. 
 
 The warbler had a drawer consecrated to ribbons, fans, a 
 slipper or two, and a Gehenna of dead flowers, over which, 
 after a pint of claret, he would sigh by hours together. 
 But Wentworth placed the rose in his pocket, and in the 
 evening, finding it faded, threw it away. 
 
 The boys drove off ; Miss Campbell returned to her seat, 
 and Mr. Otis to his suit, though with less heart. Do 
 not," he said at length, "do not Miss Campbell forbid my 
 hoping in time to win your love/ 
 
 You embarrass there is no one, believe me, Mr. 
 Otis, " and the girl s tempting lips again trembled, "there 
 is no one whom I respect more. But I I am not in love 
 with you : I ought to tell you the truth. " 
 
 " Can I ask, Miss Campbell, if your affections are en 
 gaged?" 
 
 "Certainly, you may : I should have told you had that 
 been the cause." 
 
 I may then hope ?" 
 
 "No, no, I don t mean that," and Miss Campbell grew 
 more confused, and looked prettier than ever; "I do 
 
178 Fair Harvard. 
 
 let me I must be frank with you, Mr. Otis. I am not 
 in love with you, and I fear I mean I feel that I never 
 can be." 
 
 Mr. Otis rose, took Miss Campbell s hand, kissed it pas 
 sionately, and left the room. 
 
 What could have been the reason that induced Miss 
 Campbell to refuse Mr. Otis, to whose attentions she had 
 not, perhaps, been altogether averse? Was it that he 
 seemed older than before, or could it have been the hand 
 some face of the boy who had piqued her vanity by his 
 neglect, or that a victory won is forgotten, and she already 
 sighed for new worlds to conquer? Who, through the 
 mazy labyrinth of a woman s mind, can trace the thread 
 of causation ? We, humble chroniclers, merely write 
 down the results, nor stop to search the cause, or point the 
 moral. 
 
 " Why, Wentworth," cried Van in astonishment, on en 
 tering their rooms about three o clock the same night, 
 " what are you about ?" 
 
 Wentworth was seated at the table, his coat upon the 
 sofa, his collar on a chair, and most of the rest of his dress 
 in different parts of the room. Before him lay Tennyson, 
 Coleridge, Spenser, and other poets without number. Our 
 hero himself was wild with thought, his eyes rolling, his 
 hair hurled back from his brow ; one hand rested on the 
 table, the other warned back his friend. 
 
 "Hurrah, Van !" he at length shouted, " it is done ; bliss 
 rhymes with kiss, dies rhymes with eyes," and Wentworth 
 
Fair Harvard. 179 
 
 handed Van a sheet of paper, on which four stanzas were 
 written. 
 
 "By Jove, they re capital!" responded Van, glancing 
 over them, "just the thing for my Institute paper to-mor 
 row : I m much obliged to you. " 
 
 "Institute paper!" cried Wentworth in a rage, "do 
 you suppose I would sit up all night to write verses for the 
 Institute ; do you think I am mad ?" 
 
 "Since you ask me, old boy," returned Van, "I con 
 fess I never ^saw any good reason to doubt it. So it s a 
 real sketch, is it ? Well, I wish you luck. My night has 
 been better spent than in rhyming about a girl in a balcony. 
 I have been giving a lesson in disinterested philanthropy." 
 
 That s a new line for you, Van. What have you been 
 doing?" 
 
 We have been making a night of it, Brandreth, Sea 
 born, and I. We started for Boston after recitation, and 
 took dinner at Destre s by the way he is just the man for 
 our Roman dinner, he says he will get it up on tick/ 
 After dinner we went to Parker s to have a game of billiards, 
 and then dropt into the theatre to see the ballet. That 
 troupe you saw in New York last winter are here now. 
 You remember the premiere Tiptonini, what a ravishing 
 limb ! as you Bostonians say. We went behind the scenes 
 and I introduced the fellows to her. After the second 
 dance we dragged Brandreth away, and drove to the Na 
 tional to see a sparring match between Heenan and the 
 Bowery Pet. We stayed till they broke up, and about eleven 
 walked to the Revere House, where we ordered a cham- 
 
180 Fair Harvard. 
 
 pagne supper. When we left the hotel the last car had 
 gone long ago, and we found ourselves caught in a heavy 
 rain. At length we routed out a hackman, who was will 
 ing to drive us, and all tumbled into the coach." Here Van 
 became convulsed with laughter. 
 
 As long as I can remember, " growled Wentworth, 
 still sore from his friend s cruelty to his verses, I never 
 heard anything to compare with this story of a night in 
 town, though I have been all my life in the habit of hear 
 ing similar narratives ! Why don t you publish it ? You 
 could make your fortune. " 
 
 "Stop ! stop ! wait till I finish," cried Van. 
 
 "We were some distance past the bridge, when the 
 thought struck me that the gentleman on the box might be 
 driving us, not for pleasure, but from some base motive. I 
 had spent my last penny ; Brandreth and Seaborn had 
 together but twenty-five cents. Swiftly the hack wheeled 
 over the road ; nearer drew the dread moment of liquida 
 tion. The position was indeed critical ; some Napoleonic 
 stroke was needed ; the Time called for the Man, and the 
 Man responded to the Time. 
 
 "The hack had reached Quincy Street, and was driving 
 over the soft ground, when the door gently opened and dis 
 covered the dark form of Brandreth gliding to the ground ; 
 him followed Seaborn, and lastly appeared the god-like 
 proportions of Van Courtland. 
 
 " The innocent hackman drove on through the driving 
 rain, and left us masters of the situation. 
 
 "When the driver reached the centre of Harvard Square, 
 
Fair Harvard. 181 
 
 he stopped his coach and waited a moment for us to get 
 out. Then, whistling a merry tune, and thanking the 
 good God, maker of night-wandering Harvard spendthrifts, 
 he dismounted, opened the door, touched his hat politely, 
 and was brought face to face with the great Void. 
 
 Then, slowly, the awfulness of the occasion forced itself 
 upon him ; then slowly he realized the absolute emptiness 
 of all things. Unable at first to breathe in that fine atmos 
 phere, he staggered and supported himself upon a wheel of 
 the coach. Recovering his strength, he searched through 
 the hack, under the seats, behind the cushions, in every 
 corner, and found three cigar stumps. He looked up North 
 Avenue : not a step echoed along its peaceful sidewalks ; he 
 gazed down Main Street : it was buried in happy slumber. 
 The feelings of the hackman lay too deep for oaths ; in 
 silence he mounted his box, turned his horses heads, and 
 drove towards the city, a sadder and a wiser man. Soon 
 he whipped his horses madly, if possible to catch some 
 belated train, and rattraper the coin his carelessness had 
 squandered. ; 
 
 "All persons who come to Harvard gain wisdom," said 
 Wentworth, laughing ; "anything else it is a sin to attempt 
 here. Is that what you call giving lessons in philanthro 
 py ? I hate to think how eager that hackman will be to 
 drive the next student that asks him. 
 
 "It sets my teeth on edge to think how little oil he will 
 put on the doors of his coach after this/ replied Van, gap 
 ing. " Come, we must go to bed, it is past four o clock. 
 
CHAPTER XIII.* 
 
 Sod nee post primiim legat hsec summumve trientem." 
 
 RRAH ! be gorra ! D ye mind the binches, and 
 the bot, and the plasther of parish images, and 
 the tobaccy boxes, (and if I only had me 
 dudeen to suck meself !) and this saucy phanix, and this 
 villainous baste ! Sure it s a strange thing is larnin." 
 
 Thus, about the ninth hour of a pleasant summer s day, 
 in his rude vernacular, muttered the ostiarius of Van Court- 
 land. This door-keeper, who, on account of his immense 
 size, was nicknamed the Infant, had been captured several 
 years since, in a barbarous island, and sold as a slave. 
 His former master had employed him as porter and private 
 watchman, but Van Courtland, on purchasing him, had 
 appointed him to his present position. 
 
 The Infant, as he spoke, lazily rattled his chains, and 
 shook his virga or rod of office at the dog, Romulus, who 
 was fastened near him, with the warning words, "CAVE 
 CANEM, " written in capital letters above his head. 
 
 While thus diverting himself, his ear caught the sound 
 
 (* Published by permission from the MS. of the M. & M. Club.) 
 
Fair Harvard. 183 
 
 of guests, whom his master had that day invited to dine, 
 approaching the house. 
 
 A moment later, eight stalwart slaves halted before the 
 door, bearing a covered lectica, from which Rakeman dis 
 mounted. Close behind him was Sweatrame in a covinus 
 followed by a basterna on which Ayres -was seated, and a 
 rheda containing Bowyer, and one Pippins, a shade from 
 breezy Boston. 
 
 The guests, as they passed through the door, examined 
 with interest a new mosaic salve, worked upon the threshold, 
 and a parrot of rare beauty in a cage above their heads, 
 that saluted them with the same word of welcome. 
 
 After entering the atrium, they again paused, to study 
 the frescoes upon its walls, which represented Prome 
 theus Bound, the Rescue of Andromeda, the famous 
 Plea of Hyperides, and other scenes of beauty and gran 
 deur. 
 
 The shade, Pippins, who was a stranger, lingered a few 
 minutes over the beautiful symbolical marriage bed, which 
 stood opposite the door, and then read, with awe, the titles 
 of honor, underneath the long row of imagines, which, 
 crowned with fresh laurel, attested the dignity of the house 
 of Van Courtland. 
 
 He was interrupted by an usher, who led him and his 
 friends through the alee of the atrium into the cavum 
 cedium, and turning to the right of the impluvium, con 
 ducted them to the door of a small triclinium, built facing 
 the west, to command a view of the sunset. Upon this 
 was fastened a door-stud with the following inscription 
 
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 " Worthy guests, my name s the Crumb 
 But I give you large welcome ; 
 Gently on your couch repose, 
 Let your locks with balsam shine, 
 Scatter with free hand the rose, 
 Crown the brimming cup with wine ; 
 Drink ! while age and care delay 
 Drink ! and seize youth s golden day." 
 
 "Enter with your right foot foremost !" cried a slave, sta 
 tioned at the door for the purpose, as Rakeman, after read 
 ing the inscription, led the way into the dining-room. 
 
 " Hail ! Rakeman !" exclaimed Van Courtland, coming 
 forward, and saluting each of his guests with a kiss. 
 " Hayward and Dummer, as you see, have already arrived, 
 and we have now made up the full number of the Muses. 
 How well your violet-colored synthesis becomes you, Pip 
 pins," he added turning to the latter, " though I prefer 
 scarlet for myself. Dinner will be served in a few minutes ; 
 till then, I hope you can find something with which to 
 amuse yourselves." 
 
 The guests were glad of delay, which gave them time 
 to examine the contents of the triclinium, 
 
 The dinner-table was made of rare wood, beautifully 
 mottled, and the three couches around it were ornamented 
 with purple coverings, and divided by cushions of the same 
 color. 
 
 The pictures upon the walls, though different in charac 
 ter, rivalled those of the atrium in genius. Among them 
 you saw Ajax slaughtering the Trojan sheep, lo metamor 
 phosed into a heifer, Jupiter changed into a bull, the com 
 panions of Ulysses transformed into swine, Actaeon pursued 
 by his hounds, ^Egle binding drunken Silenus with his 
 
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 own garlands, and Pelias boiling in the sterile pot, all the 
 work of artists of the very first rank. 
 
 The pictures were, however, dwarfed by the antiquities 
 displayed upon the side tables. 
 
 Among the rarities there exhibited, you beheld almost 
 with incredulity, the tortoise which killed ^Eschylus, the 
 tortoise of Mercury, the grape-stone that choked Anac- 
 reon, the dagger with which Dido stabbed herself, the 
 pearl of Cleopatra, condensed with difficulty, the horn of 
 Amalthea, a horn of Marcus Aurelius, the goblet of 
 Nestor, the bag of /Eolus, the ring of Gyges, the helmet 
 of Pluto, the cup of Circe, a stone of Deucalion, the stone 
 of Sisyphus, the apple of Paris, the apple of Atalanta, the 
 girdle of Venus, the thread of Ariadne, a labor of Her 
 cules, a labor of Leda, the spindle of Clotho, the scissors 
 of Atropos, a leaf from the Cumaean Sibyl, the kettle of 
 Dodona, the sandal of Empedocles recently discovered, 
 some fleas found on the body of Jason, after his death, a 
 bean, the grandsire of Pythagoras, the gad-fly that pursued 
 lo, a chaste piece, the sword of Ulysses, marked " U. 
 S./ the lost books of Livy, the eye of Polyphemus, re 
 stored, a primordial atom, a hair of Berenice, a hair of Al- 
 cibiades dog, a serpent from the head of Medusa, still liv 
 ing, one of Socrates demons, stuffed, a smile of Democri- 
 tus, preserved in a bottle of Chian wine, a tear of Heraclei- 
 tus, changed into amber, the golden mean of Epicurus, 
 one of Aristotle s shoes, found near Athens, a hoop of Diog 
 enes tub but perhaps the gem of all the curiosities, 
 was one of Plato s divine ideas, sealed in a transparent 
 
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 glass bottle. Over this treasure the college professor 
 of metaphysics often pored for days together, and grew 
 wiser and better the more he studied its mysterious 
 qualities. 
 
 The host, who had stepped from the room, now returned 
 and conducted his guests to their couches. Sweatrame 
 was given the highest place upon the highest couch, with 
 Dummer and Hay ward below him. With Bowyer, and the 
 shade Pippins. Rakeman occupied the middle couch. 
 Rakeman, himself, had the seat of honor, next the host, 
 who reclined upon the lowest couch, with Saulsbury and 
 the scurra Ayres, an object of humor to the rest of the ta 
 ble, for his power of devouring whole loaves at a single 
 mouthful. 
 
 As soon as the guests had taken their places, slaves re 
 moved their sandals, and poured water, cooled with snow, 
 over their hands and feet. While they were enjoying this 
 agreeable service, a boy with a look of terror ran into the 
 room, and throwing himself at their feet, implored them to 
 intercede for him with his master. 
 
 What was your offence?" inquired Rakeman, kindly. 
 
 " My master told me to take his old toga ^ a present" 
 replied the slave, "and I sold his new one by mistake." 
 
 I^akeman and his friends joined in begging their host to 
 pardon so natural an error. 
 
 "It is the impudence of the jail-bird, not the loss 
 of the toga that provokes me," returned Van Courtland. 
 "The toga, to be sure, was of the finest Milesian wool, 
 but it had been worn once, and had a spot upon the 
 
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 inside. What matters it, however ! The boy is yours ; 
 you shall cast lots for him at the comissatio. My 
 stomach barks with hunger, and my teeth are so well 
 shod, that they would win a prize in a race course." 
 
 As Van Courtland finished speaking, he clapped his 
 hands, and a band in a corner of the room commenced 
 playing a stirring air. 
 
 At this signal, a slave entered bearing the gustatorium 
 which he placed upon the table. In the centre of this tray, 
 the dishes of which showed no little ingenuity, was a large 
 platter, on which stood a miniature market-stall. Within 
 the stall appeared an old woman selling various kinds of 
 vegetables. Before her lay baskets of radishes, asparagus, 
 carrots, sliced onions, and beets, dwarf lettuce, noble-heart 
 ed cabbages, hiccoughing mint, and other spurs to the 
 weary stomach. Upon the floor of the stall were groups of 
 three dormice, (the parasites of Diogenes, ) sprinkled with 
 honey and pepper ; one, lying upon his back, was holding 
 an egg in his feet, while two accomplices were dragging 
 away their comrade with his prize, by the tail. 
 
 In a second dish was a sow made of paste, wallowing in 
 a trough filled with delicious sauce, the ingredients of 
 which were oil, pepper, vinegar, native wine, and the 
 juices of sea-fish. The breasts of the sow, which were-real, 
 and as numerous as those of Diana of Ephesus, had been 
 cooked while unsuckled, and the sow herself was gazing, 
 lost in wonder, at a boy who was pulling from her mouth 
 a string of dainty sausages. 
 
 The appearance of a third dish, which bore an olive tree, 
 
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 was even more singular. The upper branches of this tree 
 were thickly hung with light and dark olives, the pips of 
 which had been removed and replaced by anchovy paste, 
 while its lower branches bore snails, muscles, oysters, 
 scollops, and a variety of small fish. 
 
 "This olive tree," said Van Courtland, in answer to an 
 inquiry from Pippins as to the cause of so strange a crop, 
 was in existence as far back as the flood of Pyrrha, 
 
 Piscium et summa genus hsesit ulmo, 
 
 at which time it was growing upon the summit of a high 
 hill. The waters of the flood reached above the lower 
 branches of the tree half-way to its top, and it has ever since 
 borne olives upon its upper branches, and shell and other 
 fish upon its lower. 
 
 The guests were amused at their host s explanation of the 
 miracle, and helped themselves to their choice of the whets 
 to the appetite before them, while two slaves offered them 
 mulsum made of honey and old wines. 
 
 "The Egyptians eat cabbage before their other food," 
 remarked Hayward, helping himself to some of that dish. 
 Nothing except sudden grief is a better preventive to 
 drunkenness. The vine, it is said by Theophrastus, runs 
 away at the smell of the cabbage/ 1 
 
 " The vine, said Rakeman, " is not the only thing that 
 flies from the smell of boiled cabbage. I take an onion in 
 self-defence, as you work off one wine by another." 
 
 "Yesterday," said Pippins, extracting an oyster from its 
 shell with his cochlear, "I saw a hardy Westerner, who 
 was reclining next me at a dinner party, served for the first 
 
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 time with a dish of oysters upon the half-shell. He was 
 very hungry and at once clapped one, shell and all, into 
 his mouth, and began to masticate it. Soon detecting a 
 certain grittiness in the delicacy, What coarse food you eat 
 here/ he whispered to me, I will not be so effeminate as 
 to spit this one out, but I trust I shall never taste a second." 
 
 After a few minutes further conversation, the guests ex 
 pressed themselves satisfied, and the gustatorium, at a sign 
 from the band, was quickly removed. Two crisp-haired 
 Ethiopians then entered, one of whom wiped the table 
 with a purple cloth and picked up the crumbs, and what 
 ever might offend the guests, while the other offered them 
 water for their hands. 
 
 While they were thus engaged, cup-bearers brought into 
 the room amphora made of green glass, and carefully 
 sealed with gypsum. The necks of these had attached to 
 them labels which bore the following marks : 
 " Fakrnum. C. Julio Ccesare. IV" 
 "Ccecubum. Cn. Pompeio. III." 
 
 The guests read the inscriptions, and the slaves then 
 opened the vessels and poured the wine through a strainer 
 filled with snow into the crater. 
 
 "We will drink Scythian draughts to-night," said the 
 host, as the slaves passed glasses around the table. This 
 is sweet Falernian ; I warrant it pure. The grapes were 
 pressed when the south-wind blew through the vineyard, 
 which you know makes wine mellow and wild boars 
 tender. Boy ! " he then commanded a slave, "fill my cup 
 with wine cyathi oft. Caecuban." 
 
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 The slave hastened to obey the order of his master and 
 to pass him a cup, which was curiously fashioned out of a 
 human skull. 
 
 "Good luck to you! good luck to us ! good luck to 
 our mistresses!" cried the host, "may this draught, my 
 friends, take away all restraint !" and tasting the cup he 
 passed it to Rakeman. 
 
 "So may the Gods love me! exclaimed the latter, 
 handing the cup to his neighbor. "This Caecuban has a 
 drop of the divine spirit in it. " 
 
 "I feel obliged, by long custom," said Hayward, "to 
 mix water with my wine. When thus taken, it is more 
 healthy. Indeed, certain philosophers have held that water, 
 even when pure, is nutritious, since grasshoppers live upon 
 that alone." 
 
 "It affects grasshoppers more favorably than -men," re 
 joined Rakeman ; "the one it makes merry, the other 
 morose. " 
 
 "How old do you say this Caecuban is?" inquired the 
 scurra Ayres, looking ruefully at the small quantity remain 
 ing in the cup. "Many centuries? May I perish, if it is 
 not very little for its years." 
 
 "You speak like, a cask that thinks only of how much it 
 can hold," responded the host with a laugh, and bade a 
 boy fill the cup anew. 
 
 He then again clapped his hands, at which a stalwart 
 slave entered bearing a repositorium containing the first 
 regular course of the ccena. Within this tray in their sev 
 eral dishes were capons, stuffed hares, a long-breasted lob- 
 
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 ster, hedged about with asparagus, and delicious eels 
 with shrimps swimming in their sauce. 
 
 " What a tail your lobster turns up at us all/ observed 
 Saulsbury as the slave deposited his load upon the table. 
 "You, Van Courtland, who hang the world upon your nose, 
 do you not wish you could give that as contemptuous a 
 curve. " 
 
 "By Ceres!" cried Ayres, enthusiastic at the sight of 
 food, this is a dinner fit for the Salii. What a godlike 
 eel ! One would die content after tasting it. How easily 
 could I win any old woman, by the present of such a 
 treasure, to write me down sole heir !" 
 
 While Ayres was talking, the structor, keeping time to 
 the music with many artistic flourishes of hand and foot, 
 had deftly carved up the dishes. 
 
 Do not, " the host warned his guests, as the slaves 
 passed round the different sorts of food, "waste your forces 
 upon the outworks ;" and, after no very long interval, he 
 again gave a signal to the structor, at which the main dish 
 of the feast, a huge wild boar, made its appearance upon 
 the table. 
 
 The band then sounded a charge, and a slave, dressed 
 after the fashion of auburn-haired Meleager, rushed into 
 the room with a spear, which he thrust into the side of the 
 boar. The stroke discovered numerous bodies of men and 
 dogs made of rich paste, which, with others, impaled upon 
 the tusks of the monster, or lying by its side, were given to 
 the guests to carry away as apophoreta. 
 
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 "That was a terrible contest," mused Van Courtland, as 
 the boar divided itself under the rapid knife of the carver. 
 had Ayres been there he would have ended it by devour 
 ing the creature, tusks and all." 
 
 "Milo," observed Rakeman, as Ayres helped himself 
 to no small portion of the dish, "is said to have devoured 
 a whole ox at a single meal : to you, Ayres, he must ap 
 pear to have been a poor starveling. 
 
 "Did you never, Ayres," asked Saulsbury, pursuing the 
 pregnant theme, "hear of Gambles, king of the Lydians? 
 You would have found in him no mean competitor. 
 Though a great epicure, he was also like yourself an ad 
 mirer of women. These two passions led him one day 
 after a generous dinner, to devour his wife for dessert. 
 Her hand was seen by a friend the next morning protrud 
 ing from his mouth, and Gambles, who was over sensitive, 
 hanged himself by reason of the disparaging reports to 
 which the affair gave rise. 
 
 "Gambles," he added, "was less lucky than Dummer, 
 when he came to college, though he only escaped hanging 
 by a thread. " 
 
 The rest of the students, at this, turned towards Dum 
 mer, who arose and would have left the room in anger. 
 
 " Do tell Pippins of your humorous adventure ; that s a 
 good fellow !" urged his host, and the rest joining him in 
 the request, Dummer at length yielded. 
 
 Stretching out his right hand, the last two fingers closed, 
 the rest extended, and the thumb upturned, he began. 
 
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 STORY OF DUMMER, THE STUDENT. 
 
 When I first came to college, I cherished the deepest 
 affection for an old woman in town, who always furnished 
 me with the best of good cheer. One night returning 
 from her house to my room well sprinkled with wine, I 
 heard a noise within. Excited by what I had drunk, I 
 drew a dagger and sprang through the doorway. The 
 moment I had entered, I was attacked by a number of 
 men. One tried to hamstring me, a second made a thrust 
 at the middle of my body, while a third seized a table to 
 hurl it at my head. By a downward stroke I disabled the 
 rascal at my feet, then, with a lunge, I ran through the 
 leader of the band before me, and the rest giving way, I 
 pursued and slew them all. Heavy with wine and blood, 
 I then crept to my bed and fell fast asleep. 
 
 Aurora s rosy fingers had long since drawn back the 
 veil of night, when I awoke. 
 
 Seeing myself covered with gore, I recalled the horrors 
 of the previous night, and burst into tears of regret at hav 
 ing killed so many men. 
 
 "Where are the corpses? I then asked myself, not 
 without alarm, when suddenly my door was burst open, 
 and my room filled with lictors, officers and students, who 
 loudly accused me of homicide. 
 
 "I am innocent," I protested, but in vain. They 
 dragged me to the forum before the judgment seat, in front 
 of which lay a covered bier, which I doubted not, bore the 
 bodies of the slain. 
 
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 1 Fellow citizens, " then began my accuser, who was 
 one of the night watch/ you see before you a murderer 
 who has killed seven citizens in a single night, and who 
 was prevented from killing more by exhaustion rather than 
 humanity. This morning I found these seven bodies 
 lying hacked and bloody, and the prisoner sleeping hard 
 by as peacefully as if he had killed seven fleas. 
 
 "Let all men who value their own lives, deal just punish 
 ment to the monster, who has deprived our neighbors of 
 theirs." 
 
 The people loudly applauded this speech, and the crier 
 then bade me answer. 
 
 " My friends, " I faltered, struggling to find words in 
 my terror, " I am paralyzed, not with guilt, but with aston 
 ishment at this charge. That I killed these robbers I ad 
 mit, but I killed them in defending myself against their at 
 tempt to complete the plunder of my property by the mur 
 der of its owner. I beseech you, at least not to punish a 
 man, who, at the risk of his own life, has preserved from 
 danger the lives and fortunes of you all." 
 
 "Bravo!" shouted the people, and I should have been 
 at once set free, had not an old hag, whom Death had 
 scorned, made her way through the crowd to the bier, and 
 beating her breast, screeched out, "Pity, my country 
 men, I implore you ! pity a childless widow. Since you 
 cannot give me back my children, at least give me ven 
 geance. Bid the murderer remove the pall from the bier : 
 the sight of his victims will either strike him dumb or ex 
 tort a confession. * 
 
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 " Excellent," exclaimed the people, and I was led re 
 luctantly to the bier, and forced to remove the pall, when, 
 oh, ye Gods ! what a sight met my eyes. Before me lay 
 seven swine, stabbed and gashed like the body of Caesar ! 
 The sight froze me to the ground, but caused the whole 
 assembly, and the solid earth, to shake with laughter. 
 Many of the spectators rolled in the dust in an agony of 
 mirth ; others clasped themselves tightly two and two for 
 safety ; not a few burst asunder, and the bulk of them 
 became corpulent from that very moment. 
 
 "Do not, friend Dummer," said one of the judges, at 
 length enforcing silence, "think that this jest has been 
 played upon you from any ill will. This is the day of the 
 festival of the god of Laughter, the tutelary divinity of the 
 students, which is always marked by some conceit. It is 
 to propitiate that deity, and not from any want of respect, 
 that you have been offered as a temporary sacrifice. " 
 
 "By the quiver of Cupid, had you been in such real 
 peril as I myself incurred the other day, you would have 
 cared little for such a jest," said Van Courtland, and his 
 friends urging him, began the following story : 
 
 STORY OF VAN COURTLAND, THE STUDENT. 
 
 I have, as you know, been long enslaved with love for 
 Galatea, a roguish girl, fresher than ivy, and fairer than the 
 swan. Her father, Damcetas, is a rustic, whose humble 
 turf-covered cottage, smokes behind a scanty field of com 
 his little kingdom. Hard by, a brook paints its banks 
 
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 with purple flowers, while overhead, trees and vines weave 
 a pleasant shade. 
 
 Damoetas had long since forbidden me to visit his 
 daughter, but what can avail against the power of love, 
 who, with ease, can blind the eyes of -Argus, or outwit 
 Mercury himself in cunning ? 
 
 This simple rustic had two tunics of different colors : 
 one of these, whenever his business would detain him and 
 his stout son, Thyrsis, late from home, Galatea hid, which 
 forced him to wear the other, a well known sign. 
 
 A few days since, seeing Damcetas bringing me the mes 
 sage of his absence, I hastened to the cottage. 
 
 Entering, I found Galatea alone, and strove to win a 
 kiss from her coy denial. She, eager only not too easily 
 to yield, at length clasped her arms around my neck and 
 exclaimed, Thus ! thus ! I forge for you the chains of 
 Venus. Tell me, how long will you wear them ?" 
 
 " So long," I answered, "as the bee shall love the wild 
 thyme, or the cicada feed upon the dew. " 
 
 Scarcely had I spoken, when the step of Damoetas and 
 Thyrsis was heard drawing near the door, followed by the 
 bark of their mastiff Scylax, who had run on before 
 them. 
 
 Galatea turned pale, and looked anxiously around for 
 some means of escape. Seeing none, she led me into the 
 room next to the one in which we were seated. "This," she 
 hastily whispered, "is your only hiding place/ and bade 
 me conceal myself in a large ash-box, which stood in a 
 corner. 
 
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 In this filthy kennel I crouched, while my mistress ran 
 to the door. 
 
 I was busy cooking, " she said, as she opened it, and 
 did not expect you back so soon. " 
 
 "Nor should we have returned/ replied Damoetas, 
 "but as we approached the market place, a viper ran 
 across our path, and we hurried home, fearing least some 
 evil might befall us." 
 
 Without more words, Galatea prepared dinner, and the 
 three sat down to their meal of bacon, gruel, lentils, curds, 
 and mellow apples ; for so I heard the old man joyfully tell 
 them over. 
 
 Meanwhile I knelt, cramped and covered with ashes, 
 feeling like a mourner at my own funeral, nor in my 
 wretchedness did I believe that the gods any longer heeded 
 the sufferings of us mortals. Suddenly I felt a treacherous 
 cinder eat through my tunic, and burn into my flesh. 
 The pain made me writhe, and the sofmd caught the too 
 sharp ears of Thyrsis. 
 
 " By Silenus I" he cried. " Here s rare sport ! A rat in 
 the ash-box ! We ll scald it to death !" and springing from 
 his seat, he ran to the fire-place to carry out his purpose. 
 
 This suggestion was so far from giving me any pleasure, 
 that with the same breath consigning the boy to the cross, 
 and myself to Good Fortune, I leaped from the box, and 
 sprang towards the door. 
 
 "Thieves ! thieves ! May Jupiter protect us !" shrieked 
 Galatea, and throwing her arms about her father, favored 
 my escape. 
 
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 I had, however, but reached the centre of the corn-field, 
 when, as the wolf pursues the wanton kid, Scylax bounded 
 upon my track, and in a moment more had seized my 
 toga in his teeth. This I at once threw him as a sop, and 
 before he had devoured it, I was far on my way home, 
 where I arrived, covered with sweat, and foaming at the 
 mouth. 
 
 My fellow students, to whom I told my story, showed me 
 no sympathy, but eyed me askance, and muttered to each 
 other, that I had doubtless caught the hydrophobia ! One 
 of them soon proposed a most horrible test. Filling two 
 goblets, one with choice Falernian, and the other with 
 water, a beverage I abhor, he whispered to his comrades, 
 "If he drinks the water, he will prove that he is not mad." 
 
 They then all left the room, and fastening me alone 
 within, watched my movements through a crack. I was 
 forced, therefore, in order to free myself, to drain a large 
 goblet of water. This, though it proved to my friends 
 that I was sane, almost convinced me that I was indeed a 
 madman." 
 
 "You were safe," said Rakeman, "in any event; for 
 they who die for virtue s sake, do not perish." 
 
 "So may the God Belly-full love me !" exclaimed the 
 Parasite ; "I pity the persons who had tried to stop you. 
 You would have set them all hunting for their teeth and 
 bones. Do you remember that day at the circus, when 
 with one blow of your fist you broke the fore-leg of an ele 
 phant fore-leg, did I say ! I meant the thigh and by a 
 careless stroke. By heaven ! had you made an effort, you 
 
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 would have gone through his skull. I drink to your es 
 cape : drink deep my patron, a rex should never die by a 
 dry death. Had you been lost, what would have become 
 of us parasites," he continued sadly. " Alack-a-day ; this 
 business of dining out, is not what it used to be. Those 
 holy words, do dine with me to-day, are growing obso 
 lete in this profane age. Were it not for the few hundred 
 farthings I pick up by way of sportula, I should long since 
 have become a hungry shade. I am thinking of making an 
 auction of my mots ; whoever bids most dinners shall 
 have them all ; I will then retire from my profession, and 
 hang up my tongue in the temple of Ceres. You, indeed, 
 Van Courtland, are a gentleman of the old school : I 
 never make you smile, but you give me a smile in return. 
 
 "Boy, fill Ayres s glass again; give him another piece of 
 the boar ! Look at our friend !" cried the host, admiringly. 
 "How many more pounds he weighs than Hannibal or 
 Caesar. One continent cannot satisfy him ; you must cross 
 the seas and ransack the lakes and forests of the world. 
 Nature opposes to him the rocky shell-fish and the savage 
 boar in vain ; he washes them down with a draught of 
 Alban wine. Nothing/ he exclaims, has been eaten while 
 anything remains that can be eaten ! " 
 
 "Speak, Sweatrame, that I may see you," he added, turn 
 ing to the latter, you look more gloomy to-day than the 
 solitary tooth of an ancient virgin when she smiles. A 
 painted cheek in a rain storm is more cheerful, or false hair 
 when it feels the caress of a lover. " 
 
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 "No one could have better reason to be sad," replied 
 Sweatrame, "than myself. For three weeks my childless 
 old uncle had been coughing violently. I thought he was 
 about to do the polite thing and that my fortune was made. 
 God help me ; this morning I met him hale and hearty ; 
 he had been only flattering me. Once I believed what 
 the poets tell us was true, that all men are mortal. Now I 
 have ceased to cherish even such a hope. " 
 
 The guests were silent for some minutes in pity for the 
 sufferer, when the host nodded to the structor, at which slaves 
 entered with a charger which they placed upon the table. 
 This was filled with a figure made of rich paste, which rep 
 resented the citadel of Rome, guarded by six fat geese 
 with their feathers still upon them. 
 
 "How can we eat fowls unplucked?" asked the dis 
 appointed faces of the guests. The host smiled at 
 their confusion, when the carver, without using a knife, 
 took hold of the tail of each goose and lifting it 
 back, disclosed the insides filled with stuffed geese s livers, 
 truffles, more costly than Sicilian granaries, pieces of 
 cranes sprinkled with salt and corn, limbs of pregnant 
 hares torn off, rare fish, blackbirds, and pigeons without 
 their haunches. 
 
 " That hare will make you handsome for seven days," 
 said Pippins, a man famous for cutting men s throats with 
 a mot, as Saulsbury was helping himself to a piece of that 
 dish. Eat it quickly that we may see the change. " 
 
 If eating a hare makes one handsome, " returned the 
 
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 latter, "it is clear, Pippins, that you have never so much 
 as tasted on e." 
 
 Geese often cackle when there is no Rome to be saved, " 
 rejoined Pippins, at a loss for a repartee. 
 
 By Ceres ! " broke out the belly of Ayres, how happy 
 this fish looks for gracing the table of our rex. 1 was 
 eager/ it seems to say, to be caught V" and the parasite 
 grasped a whole fish with one hand, while with the other 
 he took the last piece of bread from the bread-basket. 
 
 " May the gods confound you !" muttered Hayward, 
 angrily. At least, Ayres, leave food enough in the world to 
 furnish your own funeral feast. Your mouth seems the 
 breathing hole of Hell ! Oh, the morality of this age ! 
 We are devoured by diners out and parasites. What can be 
 worse than these flatterers ? Smile, and they break into a 
 horse laugh ; weep, and they drown you in tears. I won 
 der, Ayres, that you have never left your soul sticking in the 
 gravy, like the shoe of a horse that has been lost in the 
 mud!" 
 
 "Cease your barking, you crabbed cynic/ exclaimed 
 Sweatrame ; "you swim through the conversation like a 
 cuttle-fish that turns all the water around it into ink. The 
 stomach is the fountain of all good. My sole prayer to the 
 gods is that they may keep mine always full. I have made 
 me a Bacchus out of a sponge, to which every day I pour 
 out I mean I pour down libations. " 
 
 1 You should rather pray, " said Hayward, "for a soul 
 that is unmoved by anger or desire ; that prefers the labors 
 of Hercules to lust, or luxury, or pomp. What do you 
 
202 Fair Harvard. 
 
 think will be your end with your purse still shrinking as 
 your throat widens, when you have sunk all your property 
 in a belly large enough to contain horses and houses and 
 broad acres ? " 
 
 "By Bacchus, I will then go and live in my belly if it 
 is so large and well furnished." 
 
 May the gods, " cried Rakeman, give you a barber, 
 Hayward, for your advice ! Do you accuse Sweatrame of 
 extravagance ? Whatever its price, who can pay less for 
 anything than he who pays nothing? The thief/ he 
 teaches his creditors, will break open your money chests ; 
 the flames will devour your houses ; the waves will swallow 
 up your ships. That which you give your friends is alone 
 out of the reach of fortune ; that alone you will possess for 
 ever; and no human creature/ he reminds them, should 
 be other than a friend and a neighbor. " 
 
 "What one obtains on credit/ said Pippins, "is indeed 
 the gift of the gods. " 
 
 " Extravagance !" shouted Sweatrame. "Blame me for 
 extravagance ! What can be lower than to dispute the 
 price of anything ? There is but one possible combination 
 of circumstances when it is not base, and that is when you 
 intend to pay for it. " 
 
 "Though to borrow/purged Hayward, "is human, to 
 pay is divine. " 
 
 "Have done with your strife, my friends !" begged the 
 host; Again rest your elbows on the couches! Fill up 
 your glass Hayward ! Even great Socrates loved jovial din 
 ner parties, and went so far as to wash his face and put on 
 his shoes when he went to them. " 
 
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 "Whoever wishes/ continued Rakeman, not to be 
 moved, "may undertake the labors of Hercules: for 
 myself I do not disdain to while away the morning with 
 draughts of good old Falernian, while my mistress, seated 
 by my side, spins out for me the golden thread of life." 
 
 -Your philosophy is partial, Hayward," said Saulsbury, 
 -my aim is to fit myself for any station, to be equally at 
 home in a palace or a hovel, and equally well dressed in 
 purple or in rags. " 
 
 -Give me," mused Bowyer, "a moderate fortune, a 
 hearth always burning, health, strength, a few books, and a 
 wife not over learned, and you may have all the palaces and 
 hovels in the world." 
 
 -Why has the band stopped playing?" called out the 
 host. "Drain your glasses, my friends I Boy, do you not 
 see Pippins glass there is empty ? Fill up all your glasses 
 again ! When drinking does not keep lengths with talking, 
 a dinner is a sorry cripple." 
 
 The slaves, hastening to obey their master s order, tipped 
 over an amphora of Chian wine. 
 
 The sight of so much good wine spilling made Ayres 
 
 faint away. 
 
 -Give him a kiss!" cried Sweatrame, as Saulsbury in 
 vain to strove to bring back the parasite to life. "Close up 
 his eyes. Condamatum esf. Take him down and throw 
 hot water over him 1" 
 
 The host, however, shrewdly nodded to the structor, 
 and the smell of the fourth course, which consisted of two 
 noble peacocks, at once awoke Ayres to life and hunger. 
 
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 When this course was finished, slaves removed the trays, 
 and sprinkled the floor with sawdust mixed with saffron 
 and cinnabar. 
 
 Do not, " said Ayres to his host, allow your slaves to 
 approach too near the cynic : they will be bitten, and dog 
 days are near. " 
 
 Have, you no sulphur?" retorted Hay ward, "to purify 
 us from this pestilence ;" and the dispute would have waxed 
 warmer, had not the guests been attracted by the singular 
 device of the menses secundce which were now served. 
 
 A miniature vineyard and orchard divided a large platter. 
 In the vineyard, vines covered with clusters of grapes, 
 clung to their marital elms. The trees in the orchard 
 were hung with a variety of fruit ; apples, olives, plums, 
 pears, dates, figs, and quinces stuck over with almonds. 
 Among the branches were perched small game birds 
 stuffed with paste, raisins, and nuts, while suspended from 
 the largest tree two Priapi watched over the orchard and 
 warned off intruders. Lying on the grass was Mercury 
 with the spoils of a thieving excursion spread out before 
 him. 
 
 "This little dog," said the host, taking up one of them, 
 is yours, Pippins ; it has more tricks than would fill a 
 page. Let me present these dumb-bells to you, Bowyer, 
 though I think you would find it a healthier exercise to 
 dig in the vineyard than to use them. These barber s in 
 struments are for you, Hayward. Both these Priapi you 
 may have, Sweatrame ; though you eat every bit of them 
 you will not be less pure." 
 
Fair Harvard. 205 
 
 The guests wrapped their apophoreta in their napkins, 
 Ayres receiving a gridiron and two cheese cakes, Dummer 
 a parasol and a box of pomatum, Rakeman, a set of tes- 
 serce, and Saulsbury some Vitellian tablets. 
 
 Whoever wishes, " said the host, as a slave was passing 
 around tooth-picks made of lentisc wood, "can now 
 bathe. You need not fear sudden death and intestacy ; 
 the bath, I assure you, is well tempered." Then bidding 
 a slave watch a clepsydra which marked an hour, and sum 
 mon them when it had half run out, Van Courtland fol 
 lowed his guests from the room. 
 
 "How sweet your flowers smell!" exclaimed Ayres 
 when the guests had reassembled in the triclinium, bril 
 liantly lighted with candelabra. "Would that I were all 
 nose, (saving my belly s presence,) that I might enjoy 
 them the better !" 
 
 Give me a crown of ivy, " cried Rakeman, as he re 
 clined upon his couch; "I will foil Bacchus with his own 
 weapons. " 
 
 "I prefer the myrtle sacred to Venus," said Sweatrame. 
 
 "I shall wear a garland of violets and hyacinths around 
 my neck after the Greek fashion, " said the host. You, 
 Wentworth, will pull your wreath in pieces, we all know 
 why. Who shall be master of the feast ?" he added, when 
 the rest of the guests had bound their perfumed hair with 
 chaplets of roses. "You, Pippins, make the first throw," 
 and he passed the dice-box to the latter. 
 
 "May my mistress favor me!" prayed Pippins as he 
 
206 Fair Harvard. 
 
 made his cast. By the three mouths of Cerberus, it is 
 the dog." 
 
 Give me the dice, " cried Rakeman. See I have 
 thrown a Venus," and luck favoring none of the rest, Rake 
 man was confirmed as Lord of the Cup. 
 
 " Drink," he commanded, "as many cyalhi?& there are 
 letters in the name of our host ! Good-bye to all water: 
 What we drink to-night shall be unadulterated. Now, my 
 boys, as many cyathi as there are letters in the names of 
 our mistresses !" 
 
 "Remember the saying," urged Hay ward, "the first cup 
 for thirst, the second for mirth, the third for delight, the 
 fourth for madness ; we should drink with moderation." 
 
 "A farthing for moderation!" returned Rakeman. 
 "Nothing great was ever accomplished by moderation, 
 ^schylus was well soaked when he wrote his tragedies. 
 Alcaeus and Aristophanes were never sober. Immortality is 
 a tippler. We will make Bacchus himself envious. Boy, 
 strain the wine more quickly !" 
 
 " Drink deep !" cried Sweatrame. "The just enjoy an 
 immortality of intoxication in Hades, as a reward for their 
 virtue. Rakeman, my good fellow, since we cannot hope 
 for that, we will make the best of our present life. " 
 
 "Even Plato," observed the host, "that pink of pro 
 priety, allowed his disciples to get drunk on sacred days. " 
 
 "Then," added Sweatrame, "I will so live that every 
 day shall be a Sunday I mean a sacred day. " 
 
 "Silence!" enjoyed Rakeman, " while each of us sings 
 a, song in turn. I will begin, to give your confidence. 
 
Fair Harvard. 207 
 
 " Fill full the cup, my boys, 
 Each drop we sup, my boys, 
 Floats our hearts up. 
 
 Joy s wings quickly clutch, 
 
 Cast the cripple Care a crutch ; 
 
 And while a health goes round, 
 
 Let bright To-day be ivy crowned ! 
 
 In dull delay what pleasure s fouud ? 
 
 Fill full the cup, my boys, 
 Each drop we sup, my boys, 
 Floats our hearts up. 
 
 Let the poor miser measure 
 
 For a fool s heirs his treasure ; 
 
 We Jl bid a health go round ; 
 
 Let our To-day with gold be crowned ! 
 
 In hoarded wealth what pleasure s found ? 
 
 Fill full the cup, my boys, 
 Each drop we sup, my boys, 
 Floats our heart up. 
 
 What s war? but a rattle, 
 
 And fame ? but vain prattle ; 
 
 Then bid a health go round ; 
 
 Our brows with ivy shall be bound ! 
 
 In thirsty bays what pleasure s found ? 
 
 Fill full the cup, my boys. 
 Each drop we sup, my boys, 
 Floats our hearts up. 
 
 Where gloomy Styx flows, 
 
 Nor grape nor kiss grows ; 
 
 Then bid a "health go round ; 
 
 Let live To-day in joys abound ! 
 
 In Death s dark realms^what pleasure s found?" 
 
 "Bravo!" cried Ayres, and clapped his hands. "Catul 
 lus himself is outdone. But in Bacchus s name, let us 
 drink between songs ; the gluck of wine is the sweetest 
 melody to my ear." 
 
 "I have some verses about Danae and her child/ said 
 Saulsbury, upon whom Rakeman next called; "Let me 
 recite them in place of a song. 
 
208 Fair Harvard. 
 
 " Sleep ! Beauty, sleep ! tliy head upon my breast, 
 Ah ! burden of delight ! is gently prest ; 
 Thy rosy eyelids closed cannot all hide 
 Thine eyes soft light ; the rays their veil divide 
 As sun-beams clouds : on thy sweet lips a smile 
 Is brightening of magic to beguile 
 The raging night of gloom. Sleep ! beauty, sleep ! 
 While o er thy sacred form, my prayers keep 
 Vigil. Without, I hear the angry wave, 
 The cruel wind, and man more cruel rave ; 
 But thou, Darling, clasped in thy mother s arm 
 Sleepst calmly on, what shouldst thou dream of harm ?" 
 
 Would to Jupiter," sighed Sweatrame, "some one 
 would turn herself into gold for love of me ! I would clap 
 her into my girdle before she could be retransformed. " 
 
 "I have a surprise for you," said the host when the guests 
 had finished their songs. What would you not give to 
 see Nania as Ariadne ! " 
 
 At these words a curtain drawn across one end of the 
 room fell, and unveiled a beautiful danseuse. A turban 
 was bound about her head ; an eastern robe hung loosely 
 from her shoulders, her lips were parted, her hands 
 stretched forth in supplication. The band began to play 
 a plaintive air, and the chorus to sing the canticwn, 
 
 " Siccine me patriis avectam, perfide, ab oris, 
 Perfide, deserto liquisti in litore, Theseu ?" 
 
 as Ariadne, with sinking steps, moved slowly across the 
 stage. 
 
 The flutes then quickened their measures : the dancer s 
 step grew light ; her eyes flashed through their mask ; her 
 hands, feet, and body, spoke the eloquence of wild de 
 spair ; her robe seemed reluctant to hide so many charms. 
 
Fair Harvard. 209 
 
 "Tis Tiptonini," cried Sweatrame, "as sure as I m a 
 Roman citizen," and he drained an Allifanian cup. 
 
 "Brava! brava 1" shouted Rakeman, and threw his 
 wreath at Ariadne s feet. 
 
 Ayres placed his hand upon his belly, speechless. 
 
 Suddenly wild and inhuman shrieks broke into the 
 room, and called all the guests to their feet. 
 
 Our readers, to learn the cause of this interruption, must 
 turn their eyes towards the ostium. The slave there fas 
 tened, had, during the main pait of the evening, continued 
 sober. As the weight of his chains increased, however, 
 time began to drag heavily with him. 
 
 " Be me sowl !" he muttered, " if I only had a dhrop of 
 poteen ! sure it s myself knows the ould smack of it. 
 Musha, acushla macree," he called to a young slave pass 
 ing by, may the ould boy keep a cool corner for you in 
 Hell ! will you not give me the smallest dhrop of some- 
 thin to keep out the cowld o the evenin ?" 
 
 The boy was won by this rude eloquence, and the Infant 
 drained goblet after goblet of choice wines, which in the 
 absence of poteen he pronounced foin dhrinks. " 
 
 The conflict of these children of Bacchus among them 
 selves, soon kindled a kindred spirit of warfare in the 
 Milesian. The dog Romulus, who had grown restive at the 
 noises about him, offered a ready occasion for its display. 
 
 "Arrah! bear yourself asy, ye crooked cur! hic 
 coughed the Infant, as the dog gave a low growl. "Is it 
 myself you ll be after bitin , ye dirty orangeman ! How do 
 
210 Fair Harvard. 
 
 ye like the douse o this switch, ye bluthy heretic !" and he 
 struck the dog a smart blow with his virga. "Is it giving 
 back talk ye are, ye spalpeen !" a poke with the rod, and 
 a deep growl from Romulus. "The curse o the crows 
 upon you, ye devil s limb ! Is it sich a baste as you that 
 shall be after aggrawatin a dacent man like myself! Do 
 ye think I m a beggarly nager ?" more pokes, and fiercer 
 growls. 
 
 Thus, by gentle banter with Romulus, the Infant strove 
 to solace his weary minutes. The pleasure of the dog, 
 however, in this diversion, did not seem so keen as that of 
 the Milesian. Romulus s growls grew deeper, and a row 
 of teeth displayed themselves, which even with one of the 
 Infant s race, when sober, would have pleaded feelingly for 
 peace. The sight of them, in his present mood, only 
 spurred the slave with greater zest upon his sport. He 
 again poked the dog with his rod, then snapt his fingers 
 near his nose, and at length stooping down, blew in his 
 face. At this, Romulus drawing back a few inches, leaped 
 at his tormentor s throat. 
 
 The Infant had just reason enough left in him to spring 
 back for dear life, when snap went the dog s chain : and as 
 the slave, forgetting that he was bound, turned to run, the 
 dog s teeth buried themselves deep in the fleshiest part of 
 his person. Romulus s earnest gripe acted like a charm to 
 restore the Infant to soberness, but not, alas ! to content. 
 As the dog s teeth pierced the shield of the slave s skin, 
 he gave a howl, in which the groans and yells of three 
 
Fair Harvard. 211 
 
 funerals in his native country, and three meeting together 
 in the Roman Forum seemed marvellously blended. 
 
 "Holy Virgin! och ! I m murthered ! ogh ! be the 
 holy man ! take aff the baste ! I m dead ! I m kilt en 
 tirely ! Saver above ! a priest ! a priest ! och, the rip o 
 Hell !" such were the undigested words that burst with ex 
 treme unction from the lips of the hardened sinner, who 
 doubtless preferred his former drunkenness with all its de 
 pravity to the sharp medicine of returning sobriety. 
 
 The tumult at once brought all the guests to the ostium. 
 
 How happens it ?" exclaimed Van Courtland angry at 
 the interruption, "that no one lives content with his lot, 
 whether reason marks it out, or chance throws it in his 
 way? Hue ! hue !" he called, seeing the blood upon the 
 floor; but not the eloquence of Cicero could have tempted 
 the stern moralist to let go his hold upon the Infant s mind. 
 
 Mother o glory 1" shrieked the slave, I m murthered ! 
 och ! wurra ! wurra ! Take him off. Be the crass, it s 
 penethratin entirely. I m kilt ! I m kilt ! och ! ogh ! a 
 priest ! a priest !" 
 
 "Throw water over him, Robin," cried Wentworth, 
 and with Rakeman seized the dog by the throat, while Van 
 Courtland grasped him by the tail, calling "hue, hue !" 
 
 "Hue!" repeated Sweatrame, whose state inclined him 
 to construe all things with humor, "hoc! give me some 
 hock. Damn your Falernian. Give a rouse, boys. Cure 
 a man with a hair of the dog that bit him," he added, strik 
 ing a more practical vein. 
 
212 Fair Harvard. 
 
 The growls of the mastiff, the yells of the Infant, the 
 shouts of Van and his friends, the maudlin advice of 
 Sweatrame, the scholia of the parrot, the dainty cries of 
 Tiptonini " What does all this mean?" demanded Tutor 
 Brown, suddenly entering the door. 
 
 "Save me, save me !" gasped Tiptonini delighted at find 
 ing some one at leisure, and swooned with abandon into 
 the arms of the ravished tutor. 
 
 "Thank Jove! he s off," said Van, as the dog, half 
 drowned by Ayres, let go his hold, and the Infant, un 
 chained by Rakeman, took to his heels at full speed after 
 a priest. 
 
 "Is that the way you treat a lady, sir ?" exclaimed Tip 
 tonini, leaping with a single bound from the floor on which 
 she had been deposited, and eying the tutor with indigna 
 tion. 
 
 "Gentlemen, I shall have to report you all to the Fac 
 ulty, " growled the tutor, give me your names. " 
 
 " Will you not, Mr. Brown," inquired Sweatrame courte 
 ously, "before you make haste to take your leave of us, 
 have a glass of choice old Caecuban wine, sealed in the 
 consulship of 
 
 "Wine, sir !" barked the tutor, scratching his right ear 
 in anger. Have you been having wine, in your rooms ! 
 Your offence is rank, sir, rank !" 
 
 " The very last offence of which I should have suspected 
 myself/ returned Sweatrame, who stood at the foot of the 
 class. 
 
 The tutor made no reply, but snapt his fingers, 
 
Fair Harvard. 
 
 213 
 
 slapped his right thigh, and with a malignant smile left the 
 hall. 
 
 "I feared as much," mused Van, gazing after him, for 
 yesterday, as I was turning into Concord Street, I beheld 
 perched upon the steeple of the old Unitarian Church an 
 ill omened crow, that cawed hoarsely at my approach, bod 
 ing evil. However, what matters it ? nunc vino, eras in- 
 gens, and returning with his friends, to the room, they con 
 tinued their revels until the morning. 
 
 Two days later, Van learnt that his dinner, added to 
 numerous other offences, had been made the occasion, by 
 the Faculty, of his banishment to the town of Stockbridge 
 for six months. 
 
 " Vos valete et plaudite" 
 
 
CHAPTER XIV. 
 
 
 
 " Nomen tamen baud leve patrum 
 Manibus hoc referes, telo cecidisse Camillse." 
 
 " Columbarum fera natura est." 
 
 LEASE pull off my gloves for me, Mr. Sauls- 
 bur} 7 ; my hands are frozen/ said Miss Camp 
 bell, with whose charms the quaint old win 
 dow-seat in Wentworth s room was blossoming. 
 
 The girl, as she spoke, reached out her hand to our 
 hero, who was seated at her feet alone 
 
 "Explain yourself!" cries Mrs. Grundy in her severest 
 voice ; but we enjoy keeping that censorious duenna in 
 suspense. 
 
 "What a cheerful fire you have!" continued the girl, 
 looking around the room. "See how the light leaps over 
 the beams in the ceiling, and plays hide-and-go-seek in the 
 carvings of your book-cases. What a clever idea of yours, 
 that picture is !" and she pointed to a painting of Went 
 worth s new room in Massachusetts Hall, in which the 
 photographs of his friends had been ingeniously set. 
 
 "Where can mother and Amy be !" she added, with- an 
 impatience that gratified Propriety more than her other 
 hearer. "How did we get separated from them? Is it not 
 too provoking ? What a charming song your iriend, Mr. 
 
Fair Harvard. 215 
 
 Ayres, sang at the conceit ; it has always been a favorite of 
 mine : 
 
 My soul I bid thee answer, 
 How are love s marvels wrought, 
 Two hearts to one pulse beating, 
 Two spirits to one thought. 
 
 And tell me how love cometh, 
 It comes unsought, unsent ; 
 And tell me how love goeth, 
 It was not love that went. " 
 
 Miss Campbell had as sweet a voice as ever fitted the 
 hearts of men for stratagems and treasons. As she sang, 
 Wentworth stole a glance of admiration at the picture be 
 fore him, whose beauty flattered the gray old room, and 
 won from its sombre walls a smile of pleasure. Miss Camp 
 bell sat closely muffled in a thick, white cloak, which set 
 off the delicate hue of her cheeks, which is the pride of the 
 girls of our Eastern coast. One dainty foot crept from be 
 neath the waves of her dress ; an arch smile had escaped 
 from her dimples to sun itself upon her rosy lips ; the gen 
 tle movement of her breast gave eloquence to her imperial 
 form. She sang with rich feeling, but without effort, like 
 some magic instrument that voluntarily pours out its notes. 
 
 "If I were not an angel," she said, as she ended her 
 song, "I should not have come with you this evening. 
 You have treated me in the most brutal manner : last 
 winter you did not even make me a party-call ; and you 
 have only been -to see me twice this year. I have half a 
 mind to revenge myself upon you," and she gave Went 
 worth a glance, half-humorous, half-earnest, which would 
 have made a mother tremble for her son." 
 
 "My enemies," replied our hero, "could not wish me 
 
216 Fair Harvard. 
 
 a worse punishment than the thought of the pleasure I have 
 thus lost." 
 
 The boy had now completed half his long task, and 
 drew one dangerous hand from its tiny sheath. The hand 
 was cold, but at its touch a sudden fire of mingled pain 
 and rapture ran through Wentworth s veins, and with soft 
 flame played about his lips, and eyes, and temples. 
 
 "You sing, do you not, Mr. Saulsbury?" asked Miss 
 Campbell, drawing back her hand. "You are such a 
 Crichton, I thought you must. Yes ; women like men who 
 sing and dance, but they never think of falling in love with 
 them. Is not that a picture of the Harvard Boat : you are 
 in the crew, arn t you ? Mrs. Morris tells me you are a 
 great student also : how can you find time to be both ? J 
 wish I could be a scholar, " and the girl s face lit up 1 with 
 enthusiasm. "One would not then waste one s life in idle 
 formalities, but live to some high purpose, arming the 
 Truth of the past to fight for the Hope of the future. See, 
 the moon has just risen," and, with the prudence of her 
 sex, Miss Campbell made Wentworth throw open the win 
 dow, and leaned out. One ought always to see a col 
 lege by moonlight. The sun is a funeral torch ; it only 
 lights up the dead. The moonlight infuses the world with 
 life : at its coming the elves dance on the green ; the 
 spirits of the forests and the streams glide from their 
 haunts, and the banished gods move along the pathway 
 of the skies. 
 
 How easy it must be to study in these old buildings, " 
 she continued, looking back into the room, "and how 
 
Fair Harvard. 217 
 
 glorious, when you have mastered your weapons, to go out 
 into the world and compete for its honors. I know you 
 must be ambitious ; I had sooner see a man dead than 
 lose his ambition. Tell me what you are going to do 
 when you leave college. I hope you will succeed ; suc 
 cess is so important, and yet it is so difficult : even the 
 brightest men often fail." 
 
 "Success," replied Wentworth ; for at the call of a 
 woman, who of us does not love to tread that narrow path, 
 that, bordering on the ridiculous, alone leads to the soul s 
 heights ? "What is education worth, if it does not teach us 
 the rule of life, that makes success certain ? What the 
 world calls success is difficult to gain, and when gained is 
 of little worth. Real success is even more difficult, but 
 the path to it is plain ; it is the climbing it that is so hard. 
 The highest development of our highest nature he who 
 makes this his earnest aim through life succeeds, and he 
 alone achieves a success worth living for. Wealth, posi 
 tion, birth ! these distinctions are but the rude attempts 
 of the herd to classify themselves. The largest growth is 
 the truest success ; he who strives for that, whether he lives 
 as a prince or peasant, what matters it ! to a Man, all places 
 are alike honorable." 
 
 "What should you do if you fell in love?" asked Miss 
 Campbell, who listened to the boy with amusement, not 
 unmixed with admiration. "That would sadly interfere 
 with your scheme, would it not." 
 
 " My love," answered Wentworth, with warmth, "should 
 grow with my growth ; it should be the divine counterpart 
 
218 Fair Harvard. 
 
 of every thought and feeling, the life of my life, the soul 
 of my soul " 
 
 A loud knock, worthy of the ghost of Malthus, inter 
 rupted this gentle discourse, and made Wentworth spring 
 to the door. 
 
 "I m so glad to see you," he said, with the earnestness 
 of insincerity, as Mrs. Campbell, with her niece, Miss 
 Leigh, entered the room, under the protection of Rake- 
 man, the brave Southron; "I was on the point of run 
 ning out to look for you ; how did you escape us ; we 
 thought you were just behind us. Shall I not take your 
 cloak, Miss Leigh?" 
 
 "I thought we were going to Mrs. Morris s," said Rake- 
 man, "and didn t find out my mistake till we were some 
 distance from your room." 
 
 "We seem to have reached a very comfortable harbor, 
 at last," said Mrs. Campbell, whose serenity returned with 
 her breath, and was not dispelled by the sight of a pleasant 
 supper spread upon the table. 
 
 "What luxurious rooms you have !" she added, seating 
 herself upon the sofa, and loosening her furs ; "Carpets, pic 
 tures, curtains ! how college has changed since my time !" 
 
 "It must have changed very quickly, then," returned 
 Wentworth, a remark which shook for some months the 
 good lady s belief in the degeneracy of the present day. 
 "You can t think, Mrs. Campbell," he continued, "how 
 the sight of ladies in college touches the heart of a student. 
 
 brave new world, 
 
 That has such people in t 1 
 
Fair Harvard. 219 
 
 Most of us have never seen a woman, except a College 
 Goody, who is a sort of she-Caliban." 
 
 A stalwart Ethiop, who answered to the name of Ariel, 
 now passed round supper, after which Rakeman made 
 a short speech, of which the burden was the contrast that 
 this jewelled hour of delight offered to the grim rigor and 
 Herculean labors of college life. 
 
 "Is not that the sign of the Mush and Milk Club, Mr. 
 Saulsbury ?" asked Miss Campbell, as Rakeman ended. 
 " How I should like to belong to a secret society ! Do tell 
 me all about it." 
 
 "We are bound by the most solemn oaths, Miss Camp 
 bell " 
 
 "Oh, you know it is no crime to perjure yourself for a 
 woman. " 
 
 "Well, if you insist on it, but remember that I risk my 
 life for you : treason, by the laws of the Club, is punished 
 with death. The initiation is very warming ; compared to 
 it, the tortures of the stake, the rack, the cross, or even your 
 frown, Miss Campbell, are but gentle pastimes " 
 
 How ungallant ! you don t know ; you underrate me, " 
 returned the girl, justly incensed. 
 
 "Nonsense ! Mr. Saulsbury," broke in Miss Leigh, "you 
 can t deceive me. Mr. Brandreth once showed me a photo 
 graph of Mr. Bowyer as Titania, and told me all about 
 your plays and suppers ; he said you had nothing but 
 ortolans and Lafitte. " 
 
 " He broke his oath," said Rakeman, gloomily. "Were 
 
220 Fair Harvard. 
 
 it not so natural, Miss Leigh, to break anything for your 
 sake, I should inform against him. " 
 
 " How nobly your Oxford cap looks !" cried Miss Camp 
 bell, who had been again examining the contents of the 
 room ; and going to the wall she took it down and placed 
 it upon her head. The learned cap cast a shadow of wis 
 dom on the girl s fair face, and chid the laughing waves of 
 chestnut hair that mocked its authority. 
 
 "Exspectata oratio a Campbell/ cried Wentworth, imi 
 tating the voice of the worthy President. 
 
 Quousque tandem " began Miss Campbell, shaking 
 
 a threatening finger at our hero. 
 
 "Hear! hear!" cried Rakeman, rapping with his 
 knuckles on the table. 
 
 "Stop! stop!" interposed Mrs. Campbell, good hu- 
 moredly, "this is very improper." 
 
 Do allow her to finish the oration, please, " begged 
 Wentworth ; " when you are at Rome, do as the Romans 
 do. Portia herself could not have been a better orator. " 
 
 "I think, on the whole, mother is right," said Miss 
 Campbell, with a puzzled look. "It would be improper 
 to go on. " 
 
 l Are those brown things the sign of a secret society, 
 too, Mr. Rakeman?" asked Miss Leigh, looking at the 
 table on which Miss Campbell had laid the cap. "Boxing 
 gloves ! Do teach me how to use them, " and springing up, 
 she buried one little bunch of fives in the recesses of a 
 pugnacious glove. 
 
 The gallant Southron helped his pupil arm herself, and 
 
Fair Harvard. 221 
 
 with what to an observer seemed over-care, placed her 
 hands in position, and taught her to poise herself, to draw 
 back her head from the blow, and to strike from the 
 shoulder. 
 
 " Miss Campbell, will not you be umpire?" he asked, 
 drawing on the gloves himself, and challenging his fair foe 
 to mortal combat. 
 
 "I ll hold the bottle and sponge for Miss Leigh," cried 
 Wentworth. Mrs. Campbell, you will do as much for 
 Rakeman, I am sure," and he passed a champagne bottle 
 to the startled but good natured matron. "Miss Camp 
 bell, you give the word. " 
 
 Rakeman, as Wentworth spoke, turned his head from 
 Miss Leigh towards him for a moment, when suddenly the 
 treacherous Amazon unchained the beauty and terror of 
 her arm, and Rakeman s nob received a declaration of war, 
 and a fierce attack at the same moment. 
 
 "Victory!" exclaimed Miss Leigh, for women have no 
 principle and enjoy a triumph, however won. 
 
 "A foul blow!" said Wentworth. "You must pay 
 Rakeman a forfeit by all the rules of the prize ring." 
 
 "I have only a glove," replied the blushing Penthesilea. 
 " I thought all means were fair in war as in love." 
 
 "Why, Mr. Saulsbury !" exclaimed Miss Campbell, 
 who had been looking over his books, while Rakeman and 
 Miss Leigh were settling upon the terms of peace. Are 
 you suchan admirer of Byron? here are three copies of his 
 works ?" 
 
 "I think him a great genius, but a man of little educa- 
 
222 Fair Harvard. 
 
 tion. His selfish moral nature prevented him from being 
 objective, or he would have been almost as great a poet as 
 Shakespeare. " 
 
 "How can you think Byron a genius ?" said Miss Leigh, 
 He was such a brute to his wife. " 
 
 "Don t you think his influence is as good as Thack 
 eray s?" asked Wentworth. "They both found the world 
 very hollow, and both beat the devil s tattoo upon it ; but 
 Byron, at least, made it sound grand and impressive. It 
 was very wrong for him to fall in love with every handsome 
 woman he met ; but you all expect it, and feel offended 
 with us if we do not do it ; is not that true, Mrs. Campbell ?" 
 
 "How should I know?" answered Mrs. Campbell, who 
 still retained much of her early beauty, and was not dis 
 pleased at the inquiry. "I m afraid, girls," she added, 
 "that it is time for us to start. I don t know, Amy, what 
 your mother would think of me, if she knew on what a 
 romp we had been. " 
 
 " Who would have thought," said Miss Campbell, "tha. 
 you, mother, who are the most respectable woman in Bos 
 ton, would ever be a what do you call it, Mr. Sauls- 
 bury ? a bottle-holder in a prize-fight. " 
 
 "Do not hurry; you have plenty of time to catch the 
 last car, I wish I could urge you to stay longer," said 
 Wentworth, as with Rakeman he helped the ladies put on 
 their cloaks ; after which they walked to the cars, and rode 
 into town. 
 
 "I will tell you a secret," said Miss Campbell to oui 
 hero, as they drew near her house ; " it is only known to a 
 
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 few dozen of my girl friends : you must promise not to tell 
 it. I am engaged to Mr. Otis : it is coming out next 
 week when he returns from the South. He said he knew 
 you. " 
 
 I congratulate him, " replied Wentworth, whose face 
 did not seem to echo his words. 
 
 On reaching the house, Mrs. Campbell asked the two 
 boys to come in, but they excused themselves, and walked 
 together to the favorite haunt of men of wit in breezy Bos 
 ton, where they spent the night. 
 
 * My dear Van, " Wentworth wrote his friend the next 
 morning, " I feel blue to-day, and write to you in order to 
 cheer myself up. Ever since your banishment, I have 
 done nothing but study and write : I am editor of the Har 
 vard Magazine, you know, with Gowan and Hayward, and 
 have to furnish an article a month, which is hard work. 
 
 Rakeman and I were elected last week into the Sau 
 sage Club, where I now spend an hour every day after din 
 ner, reading : we have a capital library. They called on 
 us for a speech at the initiation, and Rake made a very 
 good one, in which he said that a gentleman was a man 
 who used more water on the outside of his body, 
 and less on the inside, than any other man ; a sentiment 
 which was received with great favor. 
 
 11 The whole college for a month past has been dedicated 
 to music : the dancing fiddle, the cathartic trumpet, the 
 pious harp, have been all tuning themselves for the Glee- 
 Club concert, which was given last evening. 
 
 Most animals, even women, when dead, are silent ; the 
 
224 Fair Harvard. 
 
 cat alone, who makes night musical in life, in death, 
 though with a different organ, prolongs his strains. I 
 wrenched four tickets from Rake and Ayres, which I sent 
 to Miss Campbell, and in the evening I escorted her with 
 her mother and cousin, Miss Leigh, to the concert. I in 
 troduced Rake to them, and he became very sweet on Miss 
 Leigh. As we were going to our room, where I had or 
 dered a spread, Miss Campbell and I got separated from 
 the others and reached it some time before them. The 
 girl perched herself in the old window-seat, where she 
 looked very pretty. After leaving the ladies at their house 
 in town, Rake and I went to Parker s, where your health 
 was not forgotten. 
 
 "Nothing else of great public interest has happened, 
 except that a few days since some silly Sophs set off some 
 fireworks in our favorite professor s room. 
 
 By the way, I never wrote you about the Mock Parts ; 
 you had three or four. 
 
 Are not these woods 
 
 More free from peril than the envious court? 
 
 was one of them, I remember. I think that these personali 
 ties are low, don t you, and should like to see the custom 
 abolished. 
 
 "Do write me a description of your place of exile, and 
 of the people you are with ; you have never told me any 
 thing about them ; and tell me how you stand the cold in 
 Siberia, now that winter has come. Oblige me by giving 
 my love to all the pretty girls whom you meet, and believe 
 me always your sincere friend, 
 
 " WENTWORTH SAULSBURY. " 
 
Fair Harvard. 225 
 
 "My dear chum," replied Van s letter a few days after, 
 " Your favor of the came duly to hand, as our worthy 
 governors write. I weep at its contents, and the reports I 
 hear concerning thee. Grievous complaints are abroad ; 
 tis rumored that thou hast become a dreamer, a dig, an 
 editor. Villainous company, tis said, thou consortest with ; 
 scrubs, who know not the brush ; theologs who make long 
 prayers ; once twas whispered my hair whitening at the 
 tale thou wast seen walking with a law-student. 
 
 "And yet there is a virtuous man, whom I have often 
 noted in thy company ; a man with a fine leg, a pleasing 
 eye, and a most noble carriage : and, now I remember me, 
 his name is Van Courtland. He knows how to handle the 
 ribbons, and to lead the mazy dance : he is skilled to blow 
 the purple rings, to mix the stealthy punch, to strike the 
 ivory ball. There is virtue in that man, or he deceiveth 
 me. Keep with him, you are safe banish him, banish 
 hope. 
 
 "You ask me to give you a description of Stockbridge. It 
 is a beautiful place, even in winter, and I have been thank 
 ful to the Faculty ever since I came here for my suspension. 
 The society is as agreeable as the scenery. Every other 
 person you meet here is, to be sure, as in Boston, a genius ; 
 but as they think that a member of Harvard College must 
 be also a genius, and as I am at no pains to undeceive 
 them, we get along bravely together. 
 
 I am living in a pleasant house set back from the road, 
 surrounded by a dozen acres of land, and shielded from the 
 sun or wind by fine old trees. My teacher, who is, as you 
 know, a clergyman of reputation, is an admirable scholar, 
 
226 Fair Harvard. 
 
 and the most courteous man in the world. He has, also, 
 a most charming wife, who is surrounded by a brood of 
 darlings/ with lovelier faces than Raphael ever stole from 
 heaven. 
 
 "I wish you could look in upon us to-night. The 
 family gathering-place is a large, comfortable room, hung 
 with a few portraits, and a painting of a deer killed by the 
 parson s grandfather. A snow storm is blowing without, 
 and we are all at home. A hale old black servant, who 
 has been a great many years in the family, has just brought 
 in some logs with which the hearth is blazing merrily. A 
 sweet child with motherly ways is seated before the fire, 
 and whispering to her doll the . stories, which her dry old 
 crony, the andiron, has been telling her. The poor doll 
 bruised his finger badly this morning, and a piece of mus 
 lin dipt in arnica, has been carefully wrapped about it. 
 Nearer the fire basks a gray tabby cat, with a face of great 
 benignity, that breathes a benediction over the scene. The 
 mistress of the house is knitting a pair of mittens, and lis 
 tening to a golden little boy, who with tears in his 
 eyes is reciting to her the ballad of the Children in the 
 Wood. That holy look of a true mother s face ! How it 
 steals into the heart like a silent prayer ! Pshaw ! old boy, 
 I believe my principles are being undermined by these 
 people : they make me fear that I am at heart no better 
 than a domestic man. 
 
 1 I shall go to New York in a few days : the pure and 
 sacred influence of that New Jerusalem will restore my 
 moral tone. I have, however, a strong presentiment that 
 
Fair Harvard. 227 
 
 I shall be taken physically sick there, and forced by the 
 advice of a physician to remain in the city the rest of the 
 
 term. 
 
 < Hoping against hope, that you will not deteriorate 
 
 more during my absence, 
 
 "I remain, till death do us part, your friend, 
 
 "SCHUYLER VAN COURTLAND. 
 
 "P.S. Rake sent me a bale of perique the other day : 
 
 may his sins, which are many, be forgiven him for this 
 charity. 
 
 "Ata. Don t try to palm off your remorse after a drink 
 ing-bout, as grief for my absence." 
 
CHAPTER XV. 
 
 " Sed nil dulcius est, bene quam munita tenere 
 Edita doctrina sapientum templa serena, 
 Despicere unde queas alios passimque videre 
 Errare atque viam palantis quserere vitse." 
 
 " Eugepse : Thalem talento non emam Milesium: 
 Nam [pol] ad sapientiam huius nimius nugator fuit." 
 
 |IME was, Wentworth/ said Van one day, throw 
 ing himself back in the old arm-chair of the 
 Sausage Club, to which he had been chosen on 
 his return from exile ; "time was, Wentworth, when your 
 laugh outroared the North wind, and your appetite shook 
 the granaries ; but thee now, nor the talker pipe delights, 
 nor the athlete ale, nor the oyster, his own dish, nor the 
 coxcomb champagne, nor the hero brandy ; and thou, who 
 wast wont to feed on all things, art become thyself a dish 
 for brooding melancholy, pinning thy soul as a bob to the 
 kite of a woman s vanity. " 
 
 Wentworth had during the term been often rallied by 
 Van for his fits of despondency, and this afternoon had 
 confessed that the cause of his low spirits was that primum 
 mobile of evil, a woman. 
 
Fair Harvard. 229 
 
 You apprehend a world of figures, Van, " he replied 
 pleasantly, as his chum ended. "1 felt sure from her 
 manner that she fancied me ; and to flirt with me the very 
 night she told me she was engaged ; but I don t believe she 
 would try to make me fall in love with her merely to gratify 
 her vanity, do you ?" 
 
 Cupid is both a Fury and a Momus, and Van was on 
 the laughing side of the rascally Janus. 
 
 "I have read of women guilty of such crimes," he re 
 joined, though I am glad to say I never met one ;" and 
 the spoilt child of fashion stroked a dangerous pair of 
 whiskers he had grown, and gave his friend a quizzical 
 look. 
 
 "I remember once telling her/ said Wentworth, "that 
 no woman could make me fall in love with her against my 
 will, and seeing a look of power flash from her eyes." 
 
 Telling her what ?" exclaimed Van. * Pique a woman, 
 and not know she would revenge herself : I don t blame 
 her. If I were you, I would learn from my enemy : show 
 her that you are her master at her own weapons; that 
 your self-command is more perfect ; that your wit is more 
 dangerous than hers. Love in a woman is a mixture of 
 passion and fear ; the girl will soon fall in love with you, 
 if she likes you already : she ll be all the more apt to do so, 
 now that she is engaged ; you know you re a good looking 
 fellow enough, and that after all is the main thing." 
 
 " How can a man wish to give pain to a woman he loves, 
 Van ? I can t think that you are in earnest. I shall throw 
 myself into study and exercise and try to forget her." 
 
230 Fair Harvard. 
 
 "There is philosophy in thee, shepherd," answered 
 Van, more seriously. "But if love some fine day doesn t 
 run off with your wits, before that lean domestic can shut 
 the door, the girl can t be very fascinating. Philosophy does 
 very well to lock the door of the empty stable, or to prove 
 no horse/ or spavin, but at bottom he s a quack. Still, 
 if you want to take up the line of forgetting her, read Mon 
 taigne, Thackeray, and such writers ; they ll draw the teeth 
 from your grief for you. " 
 
 "I hate your emasculated skeptics," returned Wentworth ; 
 "It is better to be the slave of a noble passion, than to be 
 master of such puny ideals as they offer you ; such men 
 are fit neither for heaven nor elsewhere. " 
 
 "That third place is the home for me, too, old boy," 
 said Van, blowing a ring from his meerschaum : " A region 
 where the fierce heat of the infernal shore is softened to a 
 genial temperament, and the frigid virtue of heaven mel 
 lowed to a more kindly warmth : that s what this world 
 would be, were it not for you puritanical fellows, who 
 make such a pother with your rights and reforms. But I 
 forgot to ask the name of the lucky man,. Mr. Otis? I used 
 to know him in Paris ; he s an uncommonly good match, 
 too. He used to be a great friend of Celeste Coralie ; 
 you ve heard of her, that famous dancer ; in fact she left 
 the stage to live with him ; I wonder where she is now ; 
 those French women are the devil sometimes." 
 
 "Miss Campbell can t know know of this," said Went 
 worth, shocked by the careless manner of his friend. 
 
 "No, I don t suppose she does ; there s nothing wrong in 
 
Fair Harvard. 231 
 
 it of course, old boy ; purely Platonic ; but men don t like 
 to mention these neo-platonisms to their fiancees ; women 
 have so little faith in the spirituality of their own sex : but 
 Miss Campbell s dear mamma has heard So you ve cho 
 sen me into the Harvard boat, have you ?" he added, see 
 ing that his friend was annoyed. "After all, hard work, 
 though irrational, has a certain pleasure in it. Feel of that 
 arm, old boy," and Van pulled up his sleeve, and dis 
 played an arm as hard as ivory, and bound with curving 
 muscles from the shoulder to the wrist : for Van, though he 
 preached laziness, was driven by force of his fine constitu 
 tion into exercise. 
 
 "Come and take tea with us to-night, Van," said Went- 
 worth, after paying his respects to his friend s biceps. "It 
 is Saturday night, and only Rake and Ayres will be there. 
 I am going to meet Hayward at the post-office at six ; it s 
 nearly that now ; I have seen a great deal of Hayward this 
 year, and the more I see of him, the better I like him. 
 We had an editors meeting yesterday ; what a comical 
 genius Gowan is? Last night, I asked him whether he 
 trusted a certain man. * I don t think/ he answered, that 
 he would steal a grizzly bear, or run away with a red hot 
 stove, but I can t say that I have absolute confidence in 
 him. He declares that he is going to make the Harvard 
 Magazine the best periodical in the world." 
 
 " If you wish, Wentworth, said Van, as the two boys 
 issued into the street, and strolled towards the square ; 
 "You can attend a meeting of the B. H. society, which 
 will be held in our rooms, to-morrow night." 
 
232 Fair Harvard. 
 
 " Many thanks, Van : it is a privilege to be allowed to 
 remain in one s own room. What is the B, H. society ? I 
 never heard of it." 
 
 "You need not be ashamed of that, old boy," replied 
 Van. It has only been in existence two days : in fact it 
 can scarcely be said to be more than an idea, but it is an 
 idea pregnant with nectar and ambrosia. The B. H. 
 Club, whose object is social rather than literary, is at 
 present composed of six of the greatest swells in our 
 class : every week, however, a Freshman of wealth and 
 position is elected into it, who is obliged by custom to fur 
 nish us with a magnificent supper, onthe night of his initia 
 tion." 
 
 "You are indeed a magician, Van," said Wentworth. 
 "You rub the lamp of your reason, utter a talismanic word, 
 and lo ! a sumptuous feast spreads itself before you." 
 
 The joke of it is, Wentworth, that each of these foxes, 
 when he finds that his tail has been cut off, will wear it as 
 a great feather in his cap before his fellows, and make them 
 eager to gain the same honor. " 
 
 The boys had now reached the Post-office, where Hay- 
 ward joined them. Hamilton s old friend was a type of the 
 worthiest class of men whom New England breeds. The 
 son of a farmer near Worcester, he had under every disad 
 vantage fitted himself for college, and with the sum of two 
 hundred dollars in his pocket, entered Harvard. After six 
 months he had gained a scholarship, and had since then sup 
 ported himself by scholarships and teaching. During the 
 Freshman and Sophomore years, Hayward saw little of his 
 
Fair Harvard. 233 
 
 class, and was spoken of as a "dig," a man devoted to 
 study, always an unpopular character in American col 
 leges. The third year, however, when the college-boy de 
 velops into something very like a man, and brains are more 
 prized, Hayward mixed more with his class-mates, and 
 became as much liked as he had been always respected. 
 It is the facility which New England affords to men like 
 Hayward to educate themselves, that gives her her intellec 
 tual superiority over the rest of America. 
 
 Wentworth and his friends, on entering the supper-room, 
 found Ayres seated in state, with Gowan opposite him, 
 whom, now that he had achieved greatness, Ayres often 
 honored with an invitation to the club-table. 
 
 "I am preparing an article for the Harvard Magazine/ 
 remarked Gowan, shortly, "to do away with the study of 
 the classics in our American colleges." 
 
 "The study of the classics," replied Hayward, "is the 
 very object for which colleges are founded, to preserve the 
 Past 
 
 "I don t believe," interjected Gowan, "that colleges 
 should be the mummy pits of old truths ; they ought to be 
 the centres of modern thought." 
 
 "On the contrary," rejoined Hayward, "nothing is so 
 good for any country, and especially for one like our own, 
 in which all influences tend to concentrate the mind on 
 the present, as to have schools in which the two great clas 
 sical models are held up for our study. It is a great gain 
 to the world to have another ideal, not antagonistic, but 
 different to the Christian ideal offered it. You find in 
 
234 Fair Harvard. 
 
 Greek literature alone, an ideal of man harmoniously 
 developing himself: nothing stimulates Christianity so 
 much as this, and prevents its becoming a religion of blind 
 authority, to crush out reason, and change its own truths 
 into barren letters." 
 
 "I myself don t believe in the Christian ideal any more 
 than the Greek/ said Gowan ; "I think Modern Times 
 can give us ideals superior to any of the Greeks or Jews. " 
 
 "What ! are you going to overthrow Christianity as well 
 as the classics by your article ?" asked Ayres, sadly, and for 
 a brief moment ceased to absorb toast, for the warbler had 
 experienced religion, and was keenly alive to any danger 
 which threatened it. 
 
 "Wait until better ideals are given us by modem times," 
 exclaimed Wentworth, "before you ask us to give up 
 our old ones. It does not seem to me that Thomas Car- 
 lyle or Auguste Comte are prophets direct from God. " 
 
 " I don t believe in the study of the classics as they are 
 studied here, " said Van. They should make us study the 
 Greek and Latin literatures, not the grammars." 
 
 "It is the stupid system of recitations for four hours a 
 day," said Hayward, "that stultifies both college officers 
 and students. The students are obliged to take about 
 twice as long to show how little they know as to learn that 
 little. If a man after every half hour s hoeing were to be ex 
 amined as to how much he had done, his day s work 
 would not be worth much. Besides, these recitations cut up 
 the day, and take the soul out of a man." 
 
 "What I most object to," said Van, "is that deductions 
 
Fair Harvard. 235 
 
 should be made from your rank, on account of your con 
 duct ; I don t see what smoking, or standing on the grass, 
 has to do with my rank as a scholar : and to state, as they 
 do, that rank depends on scholarship alone, is to state what 
 is not true : if it were/ he added, good humoredly, " my 
 great talents would place me in the first half of the class, I 
 am convinced." 
 
 "That would be rough on you, Robin: it would just 
 push you into the second half/ said Wentworth, to the 
 warbler, who held the hazardous position of the last man 
 in the first half of the class. 
 
 "The American college system," he added, "secures 
 one of the virtues of the bed of Procrustes ; though it can 
 not expand a fool to the stature of mediocrity, it shows 
 great skill in cutting down those heads which might over 
 top their fellows. The remedy for the evil is so easy, too ; 
 abolish the recitation system, and substitute for it fair writ 
 ten competitive examinations, to excite emulation, and 
 short familiar lectures to point out the books, methods of 
 study, and whatever the student cannot readily discover for 
 himself. Every University which has adopted this system 
 has grown famous for good scholarship, and not one with 
 out it." 
 
 "Harvard College," said Gowan, "is looked upon by 
 its students as a gladiatorial school, and by its officers as 
 an amateur police station." 
 
 Take care what you say, " interposed Van, there are 
 two boating men here, and you may get into a row. " 
 
 "If," continued Wentworth, "we had the wit of our 
 
236 Fair Harvard. 
 
 fathers, who founded this college almost before they had 
 pitched their tents in the wilderness, we should build it up 
 to be a great University, and endow it with money enough 
 to educate all the men and women of talents in the coun 
 try : we should make it not a place for boys to be drilled 
 in, and tutors to air their brief authority, but the centre of 
 American thought, at which scholars and students, young 
 and old, would gather to give and receive inspiration. It 
 is only by such a union that a great literature can be pro 
 duced ; a man, however gifted, cannot grow without sym 
 pathy : Shakespeare himself would have been dwarfed, if he 
 had not lived among his peers." 
 
 " Tis oh, the poor vork us bye, " 
 
 sang Rakeman, rushing into the room, and looking 
 anxiously about the supper table. "One such man as 
 you, Robin," added the poor Lazarus, gleaning a few 
 crumbs after the warbler, is more ominous than the sev 
 en lean-fleshed kine of Pharaoh." 
 
 " You get off more poor jokes, Rake, than any old al 
 manac," retorted Ayres, not over pleased at the compari 
 son. 
 
 I took tea with Professor Robinson last night, " re 
 marked Hay ward, after peace had been made. "We had 
 a long conversation, about the best course to follow in the 
 study of history, and constitutional government. He said 
 France was the country whose history one should study 
 first, as being historically the most central country in mod 
 ern Europe, and the only one which had never been in a 
 state of coma, from the fall of the Roman Empire, until 
 
Fair Harvard. 237 
 
 the present day. In speaking of the different kinds of 
 government, he said that England had received from the 
 world the same award of merit, which was made to Thucy- 
 dides, that every one gave her the second place after his 
 own country." 
 
 "I wish we had an aristocracy here/ said Van, "we 
 need a strong government to keep down the modocracy ; 
 no man can live long in New York city, and still believe 
 in a democracy. 7 
 
 "No one," returned Wentworth warmly, "can live long 
 in New England, and not believe in a republic. A nation, 
 in choosing its form of government, should aim always at 
 the truest ideal ; then all progress is a real progress: on 
 any other plan, the more you build, the more you have to 
 pull down in the end, unless you become fossilized. 
 Every one admits that intrinsically, the principle of choice 
 is more worthy of an intelligent people, than the principle 
 of birth : the means we adopt to put the theory into prac 
 tice may not be the best, but the principle itself is a true 
 one, and should be carried out boldly without regard to 
 sex or color or nationality. " 
 
 " I don t believe in the divine right of voting," said Van. 
 "What right have two fools, merely because they know 
 how to count, or can get some one to count for them, to 
 vote down one of us ? What right has any one to any 
 thing, except to do what he is fitted for ?" 
 
 "The right of rights," said Gowan, "the right to be 
 educated, to learn for what he is by nature fitted ; the man 
 whom birth seems to have designed to be your footman, God 
 
238 Fair Harvard. 
 
 may have designed to be your master, and he has a right 
 to know it." 
 
 They do know it in New York," said Van, "without 
 any education. But seriously, what has our homoeopathic 
 system of education done for us ? The literature of a country 
 is the best index of its growth, and what national literature 
 have we worthy of the name ? Do we not steal all our ideas 
 and books from England, swindle her writers out of their 
 just pay, and abuse her roundly into the bargain ?" 
 
 "America has one excuse for her want of a literature," 
 said Wentworth, "that she has to import her Past. An 
 American cannot merely open his mind, and let the golden- 
 grained current of historical and mythical times flow 
 through it. If you take from the poets of Europe of this 
 century, the thoughts they have breathed in with the stories 
 of their childhood, or which have sprung from their countries 
 history or traditions, how little would you leave them ? 
 Here we have no Mother Goose and Robin Goodfellow to 
 whisper their legends in the ears of our children as they 
 play about the chimney corner. We have no ballads of 
 good King Arthur, or brave Roland, to lead away our 
 thoughts to the enchanted regions of romance, where the 
 Muses love to dwell. There does not move before us, as 
 before the Greeks, the gorgeous panorama of an heroic 
 age, made luminous by poetic genius, now glittering with 
 the pomp and circumstance of the Trojan war, now sha 
 dowing forth in darker colors the woes of the house of 
 CEdipus, now glowing with the splendor of Olympus and 
 the cloud-compelling God/ 
 
Fair Harvard. 239 
 
 "We, certainly/ said Gowan, " make as much as we can 
 of what history we have. Bancroft devotes a volume to a 
 campaign of Captain John Smith at the head of an army 
 of two whites and one friendly squaw. " 
 
 "The greatest misfortune/ said Hay ward, "that is pro 
 duced by the want of a Past and of a literature, is that 
 owing to this want we have no strong national unity ; in 
 proportion as an American becomes educated, he becomes 
 denationalized ; his thoughts and feelings centre in France, 
 or England, or Italy ; he ceases to be an American, and 
 consequently ceases to exert any influence upon his coun 
 try, or to receive any impulse from it. " 
 
 "Still," replied Wentworth, with earnestness, "the ad 
 vantages of our position far outweigh its evils. The Past 
 sitsupon the neck of Europe like the Old Man of.the Sea ; 
 it has bound her hand and foot with its traditions ; it has 
 burdened her with the husks of worn-out truths ; it has 
 bred up standing armies to prey upon her entrails ; it has 
 set her religion and reason at war together ; it has planted 
 upon her head a nobility like a crown of thorns. 
 
 America is not the offspring of the night ; she was born 
 when the human mind had awakened from its long sleep ; 
 in her infancy she strangled church and caste ; her society 
 honors, or condemns every one upon his own merits ; her 
 law limits the freedom of the individual only where it en 
 croaches upon the liberty of his neighbor ; her religion is 
 the spontaneous tribute of the human soul to its God. " 
 
 "In her charity she has opened her doors to the oppressed 
 of every nation ; like the serpent of Moses, her flag has 
 
240 Fair Harvard. 
 
 been lifted up, and to it the sick and wounded from the 
 four corners of the earth have come flocking. If the repub 
 lic perish, she will sink, borne down by the multitudes who 
 have stretched out their hands to her for aid ; if she perish, 
 she will die as the physician, the victim of diseases caught 
 in the dens of wretchedness to which his charity has led 
 him. If she perish, may she so perish ! But who of us 
 has any fears for our country ? Under the influence of 
 freedom, and the discipline of our schools, the children of 
 the foreigner will grow worthy of their adopted home ; in 
 time we shall mould these different nationalities into one ; 
 in time some great poet, with his golden numbers, will draw 
 all hearts together and call forth from our mountains and 
 rivers the souls that lie imprisoned within them ; or a great 
 war will sweep over us with its fiery breath, and we shall 
 come forth from its trial welded into a nation. 
 
 "In times past three great republics have lighted up the 
 pages of history, the Jewish, Athenian, the Roman ; and to 
 these three republics the world to-day owes all that it has of 
 worth ; its law, its mind, its soul. 
 
 "Among the nations of modern times, America has 
 come late to the race ; but she is the child of the Sun ; her 
 feet are shod with the wings of the morning ; her veins are 
 alive with the blood of her sire ; wherever she moves, she 
 shakes light, liberty, and hope from her locks ; she shall 
 not be last at the goal. " 
 
 "By Jove ! fellows/ exclaimed Ayres, looking at his 
 watch, and springing to his feet ; " I have a special engage 
 ment with my dentist this evening ; I m half an hour late. " 
 
Fair Harvard. 241 
 
 "To have a tooth drawn?" asked Rakeman, eagerly., 
 and a look of hope ran around the table. 
 
 No, to have a new tooth set," replied the warbler, 
 cheerily, and hurried from the room. 
 
 After a few moments of silent gloom, his friends followed 
 him. 
 
CHAPTER XVI. 
 
 "Anna soror, qufe me suspensam insomnia terrentl 
 Quis novus hie nostris successit sedibus hospes, 
 Quern sese ore ferens, quam forti pectore et armis 1 
 Credo equidem, nee vana fides, genus esse deonun." 
 
 Sunt bona, sunt qusedam mediocria, sunt mala plura 
 Qua; legis hie." 
 
 Phaselus ille, quern videtis, hospites, 
 Ait fuisse navium celerrimus." 
 
 I AIR readers, this chapter has been written for 
 you ; there is no one of you, I know, that 
 does not love the arm of the Hercules, and 
 will not be eager to go with me to Worcester to see the 
 Great Games. 
 
 Wentworth and his chum, during the summer months, 
 had spent most of their time in training for the boat race. 
 O study, during this muscular period, we regret to say 
 they took but little heed ; and perhaps it must be con 
 fessed that at all times athletes and prize-fighters have not 
 been the Homers and Shakespeares of the world. Do not 
 frown, my pretty readers : you, I know, all love to believe 
 that the strong arm in whose embrace you would be so pow 
 erless, is but the symbol of a mind and soul equally dan- 
 
Fair Harvard. 243 
 
 gerous ; and I do hate to undeceive you : but I have 
 learnt from your own sex, by long intercourse, to speak the 
 truth at any cost. 
 
 Wentworth had thrown himself into muscular Chris 
 tianity in the hope that religion and absence would enable 
 him to forget the woman whom he had loved with sudden 
 passion. A vain hope the absence of a woman we love 
 is the presence of an ideal : this may or may not be more 
 charming than the original ; in your case, my dear madam, 
 I am sure it could not but be much less so ; still it is gen 
 erally enough. 
 
 Our friend, Van Courtland, as good-natured fat gave 
 place to surly brawn, groaned for his lost pleasures, his 
 wine changed to beer and his forbidden cigars, and pro 
 nounced Muscular Christianity to be no better than pagan 
 ism. Absolute goods, indeed, Van held that there were 
 but three, wine, woman, and tobacco, any one of which, 
 he said, led one to the devil : but even Van, though he 
 railed at his lot, viewed with secret satisfaction his lessen 
 ing waist and growing biceps. 
 
 It was the day before the race : Van, Wentworth, Bow- 
 yer, Bilger, Seaborn and Brandreth, who made up the crew, 
 were at dinner at the Bay State House in Worchester : half 
 the college was chattering around them : the oars in silence 
 devoured huge " shins of beef" and drained off goblets of 
 ale. 
 
 "You must win the race to-morrow," cried Rakeman 
 to Wentworth, I have staked my last penny on you : if 
 you are beaten, I shall have to walk to Richmond I" 
 
244 Fair Harvard. 
 
 "It is your 45 stroke that will do the business," said 
 our old acquaintance, Morris. Nothing that floats can 
 stand that." 
 
 " Yale has won the first game of chess !" exclaimed Ayres, 
 entering the room, sweating with excitement. 
 
 "Come, sit beside me, Robin," called out Rakeman, 
 and tell me all about it. It s a roasting day ; as you 
 melt, old boy, you draw the heat from me very pleas 
 antly. " 
 
 "Suppose we see what s going on outside," said Van to 
 his chum, finishing dinner, and the two strolled to the bil 
 liard-room, where the champion game was being played. 
 Yale was twenty points ahead, but both sides were playing 
 well, and the bets ran even. Among a group of his friends, 
 in another part of the room, was Gowan, who offered to 
 play with any one for any sum, and give him 99 points and 
 discount. "I have never," he whispered to Wentworth as 
 he came up to him, "played a game of billiards in my life ; 
 but if I once hit that ball, Heavens ! how I shall make it 
 spin !" A flashily dressed gentleman offered to take 
 Gowan s bet, and was surprised to find himself passed out 
 of the room with a staccato movement by the students. 
 
 On leaving the billiard-hall, our friends met a band of 
 gentle youth pricking over the town in search of adven 
 ture. 
 
 "Come, fellows, fall in ."ordered Rakeman, who, armed 
 with a billiard-cue, had taken command of the corps ; but 
 Van and Wentworth passed by them to their hotel, where 
 by ten o clock they were fast asleep. 
 
Fair Harvard. 245 
 
 The town, however, at this hour was just beginning to 
 open its eyes. The streets were thronging with rollicking 
 students and citizens dumb with terror. There was 
 Thumpum, the eminent divine, whose large arm and weak 
 intellect had taught him the doctrine of Muscular Chris 
 tianity. Behind him were two brave bucks from Grafton, 
 who had come to catch a glimpse of the great world. 
 Further on you saw a group of Boston gentlemen, among 
 whom was the versatile Pippins, who lent their sober counte 
 nances to the jolly, night. Next came the proprietor of a 
 small hotel, beating his breast, followed by two servants 
 bearing a rnutton. In an evil hour, for himself and his 
 posterity, he had contracted to board a training crew at the 
 usual charge. "I have fed firemen!" he exclaims, 
 militiamen ! alderman ! but these students ! famine ! 
 locusts ! s death ! " 
 
 Meanwhile, Rakeman s command rolled on, swollen by 
 stragglers. The Southron brandished his billiard-cue be 
 fore them, and with it tested panes of glass and ribs of in 
 quisitive burghers. Hovering in the distance around this 
 genial band, like ghosts come to trouble joy, frowned the 
 unwholesome countenances of numerous special police 
 men, which but faintly reflected the jovial features of the 
 students. They had made two or three efforts to seize some 
 thoughtless loiterer, but the cry of "Yale! Yale!" 
 "Harvard to the rescue!" had brought such a nest of 
 hornets about their ears that they had retreated. At length, 
 Mr. Poplet, a pious young fellow, who had been urging 
 Rakeman to disband his troops, sprained his ankle : Ayres 
 
246 Fair Harvard. 
 
 remained behind to assist him, when, in the twinkling of an 
 eye, ten policemen pounced upon them, and before they 
 could call for help they were mercilessly immured in the 
 Eastile of the town : there they passed the night revolving 
 many things in their minds. 
 
 " Suppose we build a bonfire!" suddenly cried Sweat- 
 rame to his friends. 
 
 " Bravo!" returned every one, delighted, and ran to 
 secure fuel. 
 
 "Why not burn it before the Mayor s house? He ll 
 make us a speech !" said Go wan, and the students at once 
 marched thither : Gowan staggered under an empty barrel ; 
 Sweatrame carried a milliner s sign, Dummer a tobacco 
 nist s show figure, and every one had secured his offering. 
 There was standing at the corner of the two main streets of 
 the town, a mammoth wooden boot which might have 
 graced the foot of the prince of the Brobdignagians the 
 labor of many days and the delight of its possessor. This, at 
 Rakeman s command, six heroic men with violent strains 
 wrenched from its base, and placed before the Mayor s gate. 
 Its owner slumbers far away in the soft embraces of his 
 faithful spouse; him, cheerily whistling with light heart re 
 turning on the morrow to his shop, the empty pedestal 
 will surprise, and the ravished boot : ravening, he will scour 
 the town to discover the charred remains of his idol, and 
 never more to smile ; but to return to our muttons. 
 
 These had now built a fire worthy of Prometheus before 
 the house of the Mayor, and formed in a ring were singing 
 "Auld Lang Syne." The cheerful blaze gilded the streets 
 
Fair Harvard. 247 
 
 and houses, and warmed the damp features of distant 
 policemen, and citizens unused to such diversions. 
 
 "Give us a speech, Gowan !" shouted a friend to the 
 young orator, who had clambered upon a fence. 
 
 Gowan, nothing loath, steadied himself and began 
 
 "Gentlemen, and ladies!" he added, waving his hand 
 to two or three biddies who were hanging upon the 
 skirts of the students. "The flower of the Intellectual 
 and Sporting worlds" 
 
 " What does all this mean ! Stop this noise ! Police! 
 Seize him ! Hang him !" and the indignant night-gown 
 and slippers of the worthy Mayor burst through the door, 
 and a fist brandished itself in great heat. 
 
 "The Mayor ! The Mayor !" shouted the students. "A 
 speech from the Mayor !" 
 
 "Silence!" ordered Rakeman, and he climbed upon the 
 fence. 
 
 " Mr. Mayor!" he then began, making him a courteous 
 salute with his cue. "The scholars of America have 
 gathered together on this classic occasion to beg the favor 
 of a speech from your eloquent lips. " 
 
 "Speech! You drunken rascals! I ll have you all 
 arrested !" 
 
 "Bravo! Encore!" shouted the students. "Three 
 cheers for the Mayor !" 
 
 Again Rakeman enjoined silence. " If, Mr. Mayor," he 
 said, making him a second salute with his cue, "you 
 are, as you allege, too much under the influence of liquor 
 at present to speak, we will defer our pleasure. " 
 
248 Fair Harvard. 
 
 " Police ! Jail ! Militia ! Fire ! Charge ! My coun 
 try !" Three domestics removed their master from the 
 night air in the midst of such utterances. 
 
 After an hour of further debate the students marched to 
 ward their hotels. As they were passing down a sloping 
 street, they saw before them a lawless band of special 
 policemen who had gathered from the whole town to dis 
 pute their passage. Our young friends halted behind a 
 heavy dirt-cart and held a council of war. "Let us bowl 
 down the specials!" cried Rakeman, struck with an idea 
 worthy of Hannibal. At once the cart was turned and 
 aimed at the wondering enemy ; down thundered the 
 merciless engine, scattering terror and policemen in its 
 course. One leaped through a window-pane; a second 
 climbed a tree, where he perched like the author of evil ; 
 the captain of the band dived down a sewer which opened 
 to receive him ; the rest took to their heels and left the 
 students to continue their peaceful way to their hotels, where 
 they arrived in safety. 
 
 Sweatrame at once demanded a room of the hotel-clerk, 
 who in vain informed him that there was no room. 
 
 Come with me, Sweatrame ; I have a room you 
 shall share," said Rakeman, leading him up stairs. 
 "I found the name of a man from Providence," he then 
 explained to him, "on the hotel book, who had a large 
 room which I thought ought to be put to a better use ; so I 
 at once went to the telegraph office and dispatched a mes 
 sage to him to return home at once on important business ; 
 
Fair Harvard. 249 
 
 the obliging fellow had just time to catch the train and this 
 is his room." 
 
 Sweatrame took the latitude and longitude of the room 
 with great care, and left Rakeman to go to bed. Rake- 
 man had but half undressed himself, and was just pulling 
 off his other boot, when he heard a noise in the entry, and 
 looking out saw Sweatrame rapping violently at the door 
 opposite. 
 
 Within that room seven American citizens were en 
 joying a momentary snooze in their trim little bed ; as 
 they awoke, a Nile of oaths was poured against the in 
 quirer. "You have taken my room, you villains 1" cried 
 Sweatrame nothing daunted ; then, without further persua 
 sion, he climbed through the ventilator over the door into 
 the room, unlocked the door, pulled out the key, and jumped 
 from the room : as our seven citizens clasped the door-han 
 dle, the click of the key informed them that they were safely 
 locked within. Rakeman waited a few minutes, then stole 
 off a short distance, and cried "Fire ! Fire !" at the top 
 of his voice. This magic word filled the room opposite with 
 a legion of devils. Picture to yourself, gentle reader, seven 
 Bengal tigers, each fighting to lead the way through the 
 eye of a needle ; you can thus form some dim conception 
 of the struggle of our peaceful citizens to make their escape 
 through the narrow passage over the door. Next year, " 
 said Rakeman, telling the story to Van in the morning, 
 "when the room is again occupied, some lucky waiter 
 will find seven skeletons lying about it, which he will dis 
 pose of, with profit to the Harvard Medical School/ 
 
250 Fair Harvard. 
 
 Scarcely had this selfish contest subsided, when Rake- 
 man heard his name called from the upper entry. Run 
 ning up the stairs he found there by a window, a huge 
 pile of boots and shoes, which Sweatrame, Dummer, and 
 Gowan had been at pains to collect from the whole hotel ; 
 these they were throwing on wagers at cats, gas-lamps, 01, 
 choicest of marks, the blue coat of a policeman. Hence 
 in the morning the tears of many men mourning over their 
 boots, and their curses on the cause of letters, but from the 
 boot-makers of the town (save one) blessings without num 
 ber. "Thus God keeps the moral as the physical world 
 in equilibria, " said Van, and what is taken away by one 
 person is added by another." 
 
 With these careless humors, until morning dawned, our 
 young friends ruffianed it, and made night s rafters ring 
 with songs and wild uproar, that old men fumed over their 
 broken sleep and the degenerate days ; mothers clasped 
 their infants to their breasts, and prayed that they might 
 never go to college : serving maids hid their heads beneath 
 the clothes and called on Holy Mary ; only the young rosy 
 bosomed daughters of Eve, trembling as they awoke from in 
 nocent dreams, felt a strange interest in the young revellers, 
 and a longing desire to reform them by the charm of 
 female influence. 
 
 The next day was a glorious day for the race. Lake 
 Quinsigamond lay smooth as a mirror : the boats course 
 was surrounded by gaily trimmed pleasure boats : on shore 
 the blue and red ribbons of the pretty partisans upon the 
 platform waved like a garden of flowers : their sweet jar- 
 
Fair Harvard. 251 
 
 goning blended with the manly tones of the students and 
 the salt jests of the boatmen. The Yale and Harvard 
 rested lightly before the judge s boat : Wentworth was 
 pulling two, Van three, Bowyer was stroke, and Bilger bow : 
 their broad backs were almost parallel with the water. 
 
 "Are you ready? cried one of the judges. "Back 
 a little, Harvard." 
 
 "Are you ready?" 
 
 "Aye ! Aye I" 
 
 "Ready. Go!" 
 
 At the word the two boats leaped over the water. Har 
 vard ! Harvard ! Yale ! Go in Yale ! Bravo, Harvard ! 
 Hurrah for Yale ! Fifty dollars on Yale I Taken !" shouted 
 the men on shore as the boats glided bow and bow past 
 the seats. 
 
 The handles of the Harvard oars spanned the space 
 from beyond the toes of the pullers to their chests, which 
 bent back beyond the perpendicular : the Yale pulled 
 a shorter stroke and feathered nearer the water. 
 
 The two boats passed into the silence of the lake ; the 
 Yale now drew half a length ahead, now the Harvard ; 
 Wentworth heard nothing but the six oars as one striking 
 the tholepins ; he saw nothing but the broad back of the 
 stroke and its huge muscles rising and falling : his body 
 seemed turning into bundles of whip-cords : the blood 
 ran tingling from his temples to his toes : a mad thirst 
 for victory possessed him : he pulled fiercely but steadily 
 on. Suddenly he heard a grating sound on his left. 
 
 "Hold port: Hard starboard!" cried Bilger angrily, 
 
252 Fair Harvard. 
 
 and drove the rudder to the larboard. Wentworth turned 
 his head : his boat had been accidentally driven in to the 
 shore : the starboard oars were scattering the shingle on 
 the beach : the Yale was a length ahead. A shudder of 
 despair ran through his breast, but a moment later they 
 were steered into deeper water. 
 
 " Are you ready, boys?" muttered Bilger. Bowyer gave 
 a savage grunt. 
 
 "Spurt her! hissed Bilger; and Bowyer quickened 
 without shortening his stroke. White drops of foam flew 
 around the boat : she rocked from side to side. 
 
 "Steady, confound you !" cried the angry bow ; and the 
 boat again ran upon an upright keel. The oars cut the 
 water like knife-blades ; they were pulling forty-eight 
 strokes a minute. And now a wild joy filled Wentworth s 
 heart, as his boat under its matchless stroke crept even with 
 its rival : strained ahead, now a yard, now half a length, 
 now a length and now Bilger had steered them across 
 the bows of the Yale and Bowyer returned to his common 
 stroke. They reached the upper stake, the Yale more 
 than a length behind them. 
 
 " Hold port ! hard starboard !" cried Bilger ; and Went 
 worth drove his oar into the water and leaned to the lar 
 board, as the boat slowly turned. What was his rage to see 
 the Yale cut in nearer the stake and start on the home 
 stretch half a length ahead. The boats now nerved them 
 selves for the final struggle. The Yale made for the middle 
 of the lake ; the Harvard hugged the shore. The land 
 here runs out into the lake and cuts it off from the view of 
 
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 the spectators on the platform ; for a few minutes neither 
 boat could be seen ; then darted into sight the blue caps 
 of the Yale ; a yell of triumph burst from their friends. 
 
 Where are you, Harvard ?" Two to one on the Yale ! 
 "Three to one on the Yale !" and no takers. Suddenly the 
 light flashed from the shining oars of the Harvard crew as 
 they glided around the point, closely pressing their rivals. 
 
 "Harvard! Harvard!" yell a fierce chorus, whoss 
 words faintly reach the boat. 
 
 The spectators then grow silent; no more odds are 
 offered ; swiftly the boats draw near their goal. They are 
 but a quarter of a mile distant, and the Harvard is still 
 half a length behind. 
 
 "Are you ready?" whispers the bow. 
 
 Bowyer gives an inspiring grunt. 
 
 "Spurt her !" growls Bilger. 
 
 Again the boat quivers under Bowyer s fiery stroke. 
 Wentworth feels that they are gaining upon their rival ; the 
 oars shoot across the water like flashes of light ; they are 
 even with her ; he would give ten years of his life to win ; 
 they have crept ahead of her a yard, half a length, a length ; 
 a fierce delight sends strength into every stroke ; now they 
 are gliding past the platform full three lengths in advance. 
 The Harvard men are yelling wildly, and hugging each other 
 in triumph ; the ladies are uttering their dainty hurrahs, 
 and crying, "Harvard ! Harvard ! 
 
 Wentworth turns his head a moment to the left : Miss 
 Campbell and her friends are standing on a barge, waving 
 their handkerchiefs, and calling, "Bravo!" Wentworth 
 
254 Fair Harvard. 
 
 turns back his head, throws all his strength into his stroke 
 once twice suddenly he hears a loud snap and sees his 
 broken blade floating in the distance ; a fierce oath breaks 
 from Van, whose jaw has been nearly dislocated by Went- 
 worth s head ; the boat half capsizes. 
 
 "Steady!" yells Bilger, beside himself with rage, and 
 drives the rudder to the starboard. The remaining four 
 men redouble their strokes as well as the rocking boat 
 permits ; the Yale quickly gains upon them, but it is too 
 late ; as the pistol cracks the Harvard is still a length ahead. 
 
 Three cheers for Harvard!" cried the stroke of the Yale, 
 and three cheers for Yale were returned. The Harvard then 
 pulled past the platform, which was ringing with huzzas ; 
 from the platform, Bilger steered them to the opposite shore, 
 where the crew disembarked, and were loaded with the 
 congratulations of their friends. 
 
 " Come, fellows," said Van to the rest of the crew, "let 
 me invite you to dine with me; it is nine weeks since I 
 have tasted food." 
 
 Of all the pleasures of life, a glorious dinner after long 
 training is the most sacred. Far into the night the hungry 
 crew feasted on the ambrosial food and drank the divine 
 wine. 
 
 The triumph, the dinner, and to-morrow s separation 
 made Van talk more earnestly and truly with his friend than 
 when he wore the cool habit of common courtesy. 
 
 "It always cuts me more, Wentworth," he said after 
 they had gone to their room, "to leave you, than anything 
 else. You are my friend, and a man who would love me 
 
Fair Harvard. 255 
 
 the same, rich or poor, in honor or disgrace. The good 
 opinion of the mass of men I count for what it is worth ; 
 it can be bought for a cigar ; it is lost by a shabby coat : 
 but a real friend for these men are but spectral his friend 
 ship I value as the choicest treasure of my life. Promise 
 me one thing, old boy, that you svon t throw yourself away 
 from a passion for a woman : they arn t worth it : you 
 moral men always overrate them ; I remember when I 
 thought as you do," a look of hatred passed over Van s 
 face, "I have half a mind to tell you." 
 
 "Stop! stop, Van!" said Wentworth ; "I don t wish 
 to hear any secrets, which in the morning you may regret 
 to have told." 
 
 "You are right, Wentworth," replied Van. "It is more 
 honorable. Good-night, old boy. 
 
 You must wake and call me early, call me early, mother dear. " 
 
CHAPTER XVII. 
 
 " Qui sapit, innumeris moribus aptus erit, 
 Utque leves Proteus modo se tenuabit in undas." 
 
 j>OU must go with us to-night to Mrs. Morris s 
 mask-ball/ said Wentworth s cousin, Miss 
 Saulsbury, at whose house in Newport he had 
 just arrived to spend a part of his Summer vacation. You 
 will meet the beautiful Miss Campbell and Miss Leigh ; 
 the party is given for them : they are from Boston : of 
 course you know them." 
 
 "Fate is against me," thought Wentworth, as he heard 
 Miss Campbell s name. "Why should I resist it?" 
 
 Fate is a variety of things : she is a scape-goat ; she is a 
 ready ally to every wish of doubtful propriety ; why is it 
 that we are never fated to do what is right ? But I am not 
 equal to an analysis of Fate in this short chapter. 
 
 Wentworth had heard that Miss Campbell was at New 
 port, but he probably had not expected to meet her. 
 
 That evening, as Wentworth was offering himself as a 
 mark for the pretty assassins around him, he caught sight 
 of a lady whose step he could not mistake. She seemed a 
 lovely vision of Undine : her dress, of transparent, shim- 
 
Fair Harvard. 257 
 
 mering sea green, hung around her graceful form in loose, 
 undulating folds, caught up with water lilies, and sprays 
 of coral : her beautiful hair fell in long ripples over her 
 shoulders, and was crowned by a wreath of the same buds ; 
 the drapery of her dress was fastened at the waist by a deep 
 belt of tiny shells : her sleeves were looped with the same 
 ornaments, while a single row of pearls encircled her fair 
 throat. As she approached Wentworth, she threw him a 
 little bunch of blue violets. The boy at once followed the 
 lovely mermaid and asked Mr. Morris, with whom she 
 was walking, to allow him to take his lady. 
 
 I know who you are, very well, " said our hero. Who 
 has such grace ? who such a swan-like throat ? who such 
 houri eyes ? Though all the rest of you were concealed, 
 one glance from them would betray you ; I read you for 
 Miss Jones." 
 
 "The world knows who you are," replied the mask. 
 * t The flower of courtesy, the truest of friends, the but do 
 lead me into a cooler place," she added, dropping her 
 voice from the ear-piercing key of the masks around her. 
 
 "Will you not take off your mask, Miss Campbell?" 
 urged Wentworth, when they had reached one of the distant 
 paths which surrounded the house in which the masks 
 were hurrying to and fro. 
 
 "Hush!" said Miss Campbell. "There is Mr. Otis 
 looking for me ; there is Miss Campbell," she then said, 
 speaking to the latter gentleman, and pointing to a girl of 
 about her own size, who was evidently being fought for by 
 two gentlemen, some little distance off. Mr. Otis walked 
 
258 Fair Harvard. 
 
 away, and Miss Campbell returned to Wentworth, elated 
 by her success. 
 
 "Take this !" she said, giving him an ivy leaf. "It is 
 the symbol of your constancy ; don t you remember that 
 six months ago you promised to be my friend ? You have 
 never been to see me since." 
 
 "My mother/ replied Wentworth, "taught me, when 
 still young, not to walk into the fire." 
 
 "Oh, fortunate mother to have so docile a son ! " said 
 Miss Campbell, and took off her mask. When Miss Camp 
 bell was excited her eyelids quivered, and as they closed, 
 her eyes flashed forth like melting diamonds. For six 
 months our hero had been building a citadel of books, 
 theories, and principles for his soul ; one glance from Miss 
 Campbell and down it all tumbled. 
 
 "Love," he said to himself, "has its rights as well as 
 convention ; I will try and win her. " 
 
 "I supposed," he said to Miss Campbell, "that when a 
 lady was engaged, all her thoughts and feelings belonged 
 to the beloved object, and that to steal a glance or word, 
 would be a moral theft." 
 
 "Miss Campbell s eyes again flashed. 
 
 "Belonged! did you say? You are too gallant." 
 
 "You would not drive your fiance, jealous ?" said Went 
 worth. 
 
 "A little jealousy does no one any harm," replied the 
 girl ; " it is a spur to keep love on the wing ; without it 
 love becomes too tame ; but don t think that I wanted to 
 ask you to see me ; I merely wished to tell you that my 
 
Fair Harvard. 259 
 
 friends have bought you a pillar, on the top of which you 
 can live retired, like St. Simeon Stylites ; your mother will 
 bring you food in a basket." 
 
 Wentworth, though young, knew the way to conquer a 
 woman in argument. 
 
 "What is it, in heaven s name?" I hear a hundred hus 
 bands ask, offering me full purses. It is to say nothing. 
 
 " Miss Campbell," Wentworth therefore remarked, "how 
 charmingly you are dressed to-night ; all the ladies to whom 
 I have spoken have flattered you with their envy." He 
 then asked his fair partner to promenade with him, 
 and for the rest of the evening devoted himself to her ex 
 clusively. 
 
 "Will you not be at home in the morning?" he asked, 
 as he took his leave. 
 
 "I do not know," replied the girl, with a coquettish 
 smile. 
 
 The next morning, however, Miss Campbell s fatigue 
 compelled her to permit Miss Leigh to make her calls 
 alone. Wentworth never enjoyed a morning in his life so 
 much, except the next, and the next, and the next. 
 
 But Miss Campbell s engagement with Mr. Otis ! Of 
 course she kept that constantly before her mind, but you 
 know, my pretty readers, or will soon know, I trust, that 
 nothing so fans the passion of a lover as to have rivals in 
 the field. Your lover, then, not only sees the divine prize 
 of your own charms before him, but feels the spur of emu 
 lation. Besides, wit is always something of a radical. 
 Wealth, a high position, and all the social virtues, though 
 
260 Fair Harvard. 
 
 they make a man a worthy object to gain, make him rather 
 tedious to keep ; there is so little in absolute respectability 
 to touch the heart of an imaginative girl. Miss Campbell 
 thought of none of these things ; she was far too honorable. 
 It is, however, the unconscious feelings of women that con 
 trol their actions. What Miss Campbell did think, was this, 
 that it would not be courteous to refuse to see a gentleman 
 when he called upon her, especially if he were handsome 
 and appreciative. 
 
 Wentworth, himself, had a nature which was capable of 
 a grand passion ; having once lost the rein, love was his 
 master and must run its course. 
 
 Our hero, therefore, pursued his game with the spirit 
 and freshness of youth ; he walked at Miss Campbell, he 
 rode at her, he danced at her, he swam at her, he bowled 
 at her, he rowed at her, he drove at her, and in fact attack 
 ed her with all the weapons which youth and leisure offered 
 to his hand. After he had been some weeks in New 
 port, he received a letter from his mother, telling him 
 that he must not allow a woman, whose affections were 
 already engaged, to have any attractions for him. This, 
 my fair readers, of course at once put an end to Went- 
 worth s attentions ; he remained in Newport, however, two 
 weeks after his vacation was over, and lost his rank in his 
 class by consequence. 
 
 Mr. Otis s business allowed him to come to Newport 
 but twice a week ; but his sister, who was very plain, 
 and no great friend of Miss Campbell, kept him informed 
 daily of matters of public interest. You may be sure that 
 
Fair Harvard. 261 
 
 she did not omit those delicate personal touches, innuen 
 does, and on dits, which have always won for women the 
 palm of epistolary excellence ; and Mr. Otis was at length 
 persuaded by his sister s letters to remonstrate with Miss 
 Campbell. 
 
 Now, to remonstrate successfully with a woman, you must 
 use words in which she can never guess that any remon 
 strance is intended. As remonstrance of this kind produces 
 no effect whatsoever, why, the over-curious may inquire, 
 do you call it successful ? Because, my dear sirs, this mode, 
 and this alone, does no harm. Mr. Otis was too honest, 
 and had too little command of language for this Macchia- 
 vellian method, and simply told Miss Camp-bell, that 
 he hoped she would see less of Mr. Saulsbury. At this 
 Miss Campbell became highly indignant ; though her 
 pride prevented her making any reply, there sprang up a 
 tacit misunderstanding between her lover and herself, which 
 was heightened by an incident which happened the day 
 before Miss Campbell returned to Boston, and Wentworth 
 to Cambridge. 
 
 Miss Campbell, her cousin, Wentworth, and Miss Otis, 
 were standing on the rocks behind Mrs. Morris s house ; 
 the sun was setting ; the breakers were dashing their spray 
 as near the ladies dresses as they dared. 
 
 " How still it always is at sunset !" said Miss Campbell. 
 "There s not a breath of wind stirring," and she held up 
 her handkerchief to see if it moved. In a moment a cats- 
 paw had snatched it away and it lay floating on the top of 
 a wave, a rod from the shore. Wentworth, as soon as he 
 
262 Fair Harvard. 
 
 saw the white spot on the \\_ter, touched his hat to Miss 
 Campbell, and the next moment she saw him arching the 
 waves and disappearing beneath them ; soon he reap 
 peared beyond the handkerchief which he seized and 
 brought back to the rock. 
 
 "It was a pity to ruin your clothes/ said Miss Camp 
 bell, half smiling, and with a heightened color, as she 
 looked with a little feeling of pride and gratified vanity at 
 Wentworth s dripping coat " Ah ! Miss Otis, you do not 
 know how dangerous to a woman s heart is a little graceful 
 and rash gallantry." 
 
 "Perhaps," said Wentworth, "you would resent it, 
 were I almost tempted to desire that you, and, not your 
 handkerchief, had been in danger." He gave her a quick 
 look as he said these words, that made Miss Campbell s 
 soft lashes shut out all the light of her eyes for a moment. 
 
 "Keep it, at least, till it is dry," she said, looking up 
 and laughing a little embarrassed laugh, "I should like to 
 decorate you with it, and make you my chevalier." 
 
 Wentworth ran the delicate piece of muslin through his 
 button hole, and said smiling, "It is really tout ce qtiil y 
 a de plus mouchoir. I do not think, if that is the condition 
 on which I receive it, that it will ever be dry." 
 
 This innocent incident-, even when colored by the genius 
 of Miss Otis, afforded her brother, very little pleasure. 
 
CHAPTER XVIII. 
 
 " Quid enim falsi Lauronia?" 
 
 ISS CAMBPELL was one morning, early the 
 next winter, engaged in embroidering, and in 
 meditating on what Mr. Otis had just said. 
 "If James wishes it," she thought, "I of course ought 
 to do what he says ; but I cannot be unkind to my friends ; 
 that is a duty I owe to myself. The world, he says, calls 
 me a flirt ; but the world is always wrong. If I thought 
 Mr. Saulsbury was in love with me but I know he is not ; 
 a woman can always tell ; he is so cold ; he only speaks 
 of love in the abstract ; and of poetiy, and books. Moth 
 er says that there can be no such thing as friendship be 
 tween men and women. What an absurd idea ! Look at 
 Madame Recamier, and and there s a stitch lost." 
 
 While Miss Campbell was debating with herself, a ser 
 vant brought her a note from a sick woman, who asked 
 her assistance. 
 
 Charity is a favorite foible of the fair aristocrats of Boston, 
 and is carried to great lengths. I know of no place in the 
 world where the unlettered novelists and tattered raconteurs 
 who tickle the ears of the rich, receive fairer incomes. 
 
264 Fair Harvard. 
 
 l What ! Do you speak of the objects of benevolence 
 with a sneer?" I hear a chorus of clergymen exclaim. 
 
 It is not, my reverend sirs, with a sneer, but with a pro 
 found fellow feeling, that I speak of these illegitimate mem 
 bers of our guild. In what does the beggar, whose hun 
 gry eyes glance from your face to his eloquent hat, and who 
 pours out his tale of want and despair, differ from myself, 
 save in the pomp of type and paper -and publisher? His 
 Story may be false so far as I know, it always is but it is 
 false in the same sense in which Homer, and Dante, and 
 Shakespeare are false : in the highest sense, nothing can 
 be more true. Gentle reader, if you wish to hear fictions 
 told with art and power, at once close this book, run into 
 the highways and hedges, and with a few pennies, kindly 
 entreat the first beggar whom you see, to tell his story. 
 
 Miss Campbell, you may be sure, was not behind her 
 fellows in benevolence : she spent an hour or more a day 
 in its exercise, and laid up treasure in Heaven for herself, 
 to the amount of about a thousand dollars a year, and that 
 in gold times : estimated in currency, you will perceive that 
 the sum would be much larger. 
 
 On reading the note, she at once hurried to the woman s 
 address, which was at a little house in Myrtle Street. The 
 room into which our heroine entered, was small and 
 squalid : a few sunbeams struggling through the shutters, 
 revealed a bed, a small table, and two old chairs, its only 
 furniture ; on the table, which stood by the bedside, lay a 
 bottle of oil, a phial half full of whiskey, and a broken cup 
 which held a few faded rose buds ; on the bed lay a woman, 
 
Fair Harvard. 265 
 
 at sight of whose face Miss Campbell s heart melted with 
 pity. 
 
 1 Has the good lady come ?" asked the poor sufferer ; 
 and as she spoke, she gave Miss Campbell that look of 
 gratitude, which makes one s charity however great, seem 
 to dwindle to nothing. 
 
 You are so good, dear lady, " continued the woman. 
 "I have heard of your goodness so often, I dared to write 
 to you ; I am very sick ; and my friends I have no friends 
 any more. You will do me a kindness, will you not ?" 
 
 "It is you who confer a favor on me, my poor girl ;" 
 and Miss Campbell s eyes filled with tears, as she bade the 
 woman who had opened the door to run out and purchase 
 some luxuries for the invalid. 
 
 Then, smoothing back the woman s tangled hair, which 
 was a chestnut of somewhat darker shade than her own, 
 Do not speak, my dear girl," she said, gently ; " it will tire 
 you : I will talk to you ;" and she took one of the girl s 
 hands between her own, and sitting beside her, promised 
 her care and comfort. The poor woman seemed, however, 
 to have something upon her mind. " I must speak, dear 
 lady," she at length said, pressing Miss Campbell s hand to 
 her lips, and then closing her eyes to hide her embarrass 
 ment, "I cannot be silent, my heart must speak. I have a fa 
 vor to ask of you, dear lady ; it is not hard, but it will be so 
 great a one to me. I cannot live to repay you ; but you 
 are so good ; I know you prize the prayer of one who is 
 dying." Then, the tears stealing down her face, she faltered 
 out her plaintive story in her broken English : 
 
266 Fair Harvard. 
 
 She was born in sunny Provence. When a girl of six 
 teen, she had been taken to Paris by her friends, and placed 
 upon the stage. "I did not look then, as I now do," 
 she said with a sad smile. " Men called me beautiful, and 
 used to throw flowers before me, and whisper soft words 
 of love in my ear : and there was one ; ah ! he was so 
 handsome-, and rich, and good ! He told me that he loved 
 me, and would always love me, more than any woman had 
 ever been loved before ; and he took me to live with him, 
 first there, and afterwards he brought me here to America : 
 and we lived together one whole year. Ah ! those happy, 
 happy days ! I know it was wrong, dear lady ; I think it is 
 always wrong to be happy ; but I cannot regret it ; it was 
 so like the sunshine. And I don t know, it seems to me 
 that to love can never be wrong. But one day he was 
 cold ; I kissed his lips and he would not kiss mine in re 
 turn. I asked him what I had done, and he said he was 
 engaged to be married, and could not see me any more. 
 With that I flung my arms around him passionately and 
 cried, I am your wife, before God. He looked coldly 
 at me, and said, Do not be foolish, Celeste. 
 
 I did not speak another word ; I pressed my hand to 
 my heart and went from the room, and wandered up and 
 down the city, so lonely, ah ! so very lonely. There was 
 no sunshine any more, nor any smiles, but all was black 
 around me. I would have killed myself, only I was 
 afraid ; and at length God was good to me, and sent me 
 this sickness And now, dear lady, that I am dying, I can 
 not remember his coldness ; I can only think of the happy, 
 
Fair Harvard. 267 
 
 happy hours we spent together. Tell him from me, dear 
 lady, that I love him, as before. Give him this ring for 
 me, which he gave me in happier days. Tell him that I 
 love him, as then : that my dying words breathe a prayer 
 for him, and that when I am dead " 
 
 "Who? where does he live?" exclaimed Miss Camp 
 bell, rising to her feet. 
 
 " He lives here, dear lady : his initials are on the ring ; 
 his name is Otis James Otis." 
 
 Miss Campbell turned deadly pale ; she took the ring 
 from the woman, placed her purse upon the table, and 
 tottered from the room. She reached home, she knew not 
 how. 
 
 "Why Nell, what is the matter?" asked her mother, 
 
 frightened at her colorless lips and the wild expression 
 about her eyes. 
 
 "Nothing, mother dear," she answered softly. "I caught 
 a chill walking ; I shall go to the ball to-night and dance 
 it off; I ve changed my mind." 
 
CHAPTER XIX. 
 
 " Anna dedi Dauais in Amazonas. Arma superaunt, 
 Quae tibi clem et turmse, Penthesilea, tuae." 
 
 ^APANTI S ! At that word how quickly, as 
 with a pair of compasses, the mind draws the 
 magic circle of Boston society. There fashion 
 has built her University. Around the two poles of Har 
 vard and Papanti s Boston, with what there may be of the 
 world besides, revolves with regularity and law. 
 
 Mrs. Morris s was the first large ball of the season, and 
 every one was there. The chandeliers were hung with 
 vines and roses ; the walls were gorgeous with duennas, 
 whose charms, as time had mowed them away, art had re 
 placed with perennial beauty ; rosy cheeked warriors were 
 skirmishing throughout the body of the hall with their fatal 
 weapons. 
 
 "How divinely they play!" said Miss Campbell in a 
 pause of a waltz with Wentworth. One s heart beats time 
 to the music. You must not tell any one when you en 
 gaged me for the German ; two or three gentlemen asked 
 me before you, and I told them I was already engaged. 
 There is Miss Otis looking at me ; she thinks I am a flirt," 
 
Fair Harvard. 269 
 
 and the girl cast down her eyes with a saintly look of for 
 giveness. " Will you not wear one of these roses for me ?" 
 "A thousand thanks !" replied Wentworth, placing the 
 rose in his buttonhole. How can your friend so wrong 
 you? If she were right, how I should tremble for my sex; 
 Pandora s box of troubles would be nothing to you ; Argus, 
 
 with his hundred eyes will you not give me another 
 
 turn ?" and off they whirled. 
 
 If I only dared humbly to sketch the divinities of Bos 
 ton society 
 
 "Rash youth, forbear!" cries Prudence. "Will you, 
 to fly your kite, draw down upon yourself the lightning of 
 the gods ? Well, if you will, I ve nothing to say ; only re 
 member that I told you so !" 
 
 Take your place, then, gentle reader, by the door ; for I 
 am resolved to whistle Prudence down the wind ; and look 
 out with me upon the beauty and chivalry of breezy Boston, 
 which are promenading before you. 
 
 First comes no other than our friend Mr. Jonathan 
 Alcibiades Pippins, shining a head above his fellow wits. 
 After five years gestation, he has just been delivered of his 
 fourth mot, the Benjamin of his old age, and mother and 
 child are doing well. Twas his third mot I remember it 
 distinctly "Love is madness, but marriage is hellebore," 
 which, joined to his learning and versatility, gained for him 
 the title of Alcibiades. Pass him by, timid muse; he wears 
 a wisp of hay upon his horn ; he is very dangerous. 
 
 A few paces behind Mr. Pippins follows Mr. B. S. Pitt, 
 one of Boston s own, very Brahmin of very Brahmin. Mr. 
 
270 Fair Harvard. 
 
 Pitt is the admired leader of Boston s most exclusive set ; 
 how shall I shadow forth his character ? His ancient birth 
 puts to shame the oldest families of the city ; without labor 
 and with few breaks he has traced his line through three 
 generations of men : he unites with his illustriaus lineage, 
 a princely income of three thousand dollars a year : who 
 can wonder, then, if there is about his manner a touch per 
 haps too much of aristocratic hauteur ? A noble lord once 
 complained to him of being received in Boston with the 
 caution which one would use in his social intercourse with 
 a pickpocket. 
 
 "We are exclusive, I confess it," rejoined Mr. Pitt. 
 
 The Brahmin has been to Harvard College, the Brahmin 
 has travelled, the Brahmin has read, but the Brahmin 
 rarely speaks a word : he is too deep, too profound, to 
 need the flippant aid of speech. This silence gains for 
 him the respect of men and the idolatry of the fair ; before 
 its awful mystery the most gifted women grow priestesses 
 to an unseen power ; should the Brahmin speak, they feel 
 that the talismanic word, the open sesame of universal 
 truth, would drop from his lips. 
 
 The coarsest of us are taught by a divine instinct to 
 reverence this oriental reserve, which no combination of 
 circumstances would ever be grand enough to call into 
 action. 
 
 But my pen drops from my hand ; I am not equal to 
 my task ; I will retire ; I will fill up the number of the 
 shades ; my friends shall tell their story as before. 
 
 There was that rich vital power in Miss Campbell, that 
 
Fair Harvard. 271 
 
 her slightest touch awoke in Wentworth a sense of passion 
 ate life. "How well your roses become you !" he whis 
 pered, as his eye flattered the girl s dress, which was a 
 white silk, hung over with white tulle, looped with rose 
 buds, that matched the delicate coloring that came and 
 vanished on her beautiful neck and fair cheeks as the 
 dance and music animated her. You dance like the soul 
 of a music, or a Cremona fiddle inspired with life." 
 
 You change from an Achilles to a Thyrsites by your 
 conclusion," replied Miss Campbell, pleasantly. "Will you 
 not hold my bouquets for me a moment ? You were so 
 kind to send me these flowers ! nothing could be prettier." 
 
 "I hope you have saved some dances for me," said Mr. 
 Otis, who had come late to the ball, approaching them. 
 
 I regret that I am engaged for them all," replied his 
 fiancee, with coldness ; "I was afraid you were not coming 
 to-night. How gracefully Miss Leigh dances!" she added, 
 turning to Mr. Pippins, who had come to pay his respects 
 to her. "I always liked our greatest philosopher for call 
 ing Fanny Elssler s dancing, poetry, and religion. " 
 
 "Natural and revealed religion, he might have styled 
 it," answered Mr. Pippins, who was not over nice in the 
 choice of his words. 
 
 Miss Campbell turned to Wentworth without hearing Mr. 
 Pippins. 
 
 "I am so glad you liked my dress to-night !" she said. 
 "Do I not seem in good spirits ? I never felt so full of life 
 at a party before. " 
 
 "You must not fish for a compliment, Miss Campbell," 
 
272 Fair Harvard. 
 
 answered Wentworth, when so many are eager to come 
 to you without a hook. " 
 
 "Miss Campbell," said Mr. Pippins, "once told a gen 
 tleman, who said that to her, that she should not fish in 
 such shallow water." 
 
 "The water is deep enough to drown certain young 
 domestic animals," answered Wentworth, enrage. "Miss 
 Campbell," he added, "may I not present my friend, Van 
 Courtland, to you ? he has asked me so many times ; I 
 have warned him against you, but if he will expose him 
 self, it is his own fault. " Wentworth, with this, bowed to 
 Miss Campbell, and walked towards Van, who was talking 
 to his hostess. 
 
 It is so pleasant," Mrs. Morris was saying to Van, as 
 Wentworth drew near. "It is so pleasant to talk with a 
 man who has been to England ; here persons often say ben 
 
 for been " Van s hypocritical face at once assumed 
 
 the expression of Job at the lowest depth of his misery, 
 which as quickly disappeared as he turned to follow Went 
 worth to Miss Campbell, who was now standing alone with 
 Mr. Otis. 
 
 "Can you tell me, Miss Campbell," asked Wentworth, 
 after introducing Van to her, "why, your friend, Mr. 
 Pippins, is called Alcibiades ?" 
 
 "Oh, I believe he keeps a dog," answered Miss Camp 
 bell, carelessly. 
 
 " Pippins, " said Van, "fires his mots at people for invi 
 tations to dinners and parties, as negroes pelt monkeys 
 with stones, that they may throw back cocoanuts. " 
 
Fair Harvard. 273 
 
 "Your friend," said Miss Campbell, turning to Van, 
 "gives you a strange character; he says you have not only 
 the virtues that dignify, but most of the vices that adorn 
 mankind." 
 
 "He flatters me, Miss Campbell, the villain! I have 
 been reading Jonathan Edwards lately, and find that the 
 devil is a most handsome, clever, and fascinating dog. " 
 
 " Is he ?" said Miss Campbell ; "then would there were 
 more than one ; I read Calvin a few years ago, but it seem 
 ed to me God and the devil were so mixed up in theology, 
 that I never could tell which was which, so I gave dp the 
 study. How do you like Boston, Mr. Van Courtland ?" 
 
 Extremely, " answered Van; though the manners of the 
 ladies here may not, at first blush, seem so cordial as those 
 
 in New York, yet there is a " Wentworth did not stop 
 
 to hear the rest of Van s sentence, but courteously walked 
 off to speak to Mrs. Morris. 
 
 "What a delightful ball you are giving to-night!" he 
 said to his hostess. 
 
 "You are very good to think so, Mr. Saulsbury ; but I 
 shall not allow you to remain idle ; I wish to present you 
 to my niece, Miss White ; she is very pretty and clever. " 
 
 "What a terrible day it has been, Mr. Saulsbury !" said 
 Miss White ; my ears were nearly frozen this morning ; 
 is it not strange that when one part of the ear freezes, the 
 whole grows cold ? I heard of you at Newport last sum 
 mer ; how delightful it is there ! so much life and gaiety ; 
 so much pleasanter than Nahant ! How lovely this air is ! 
 This floor is splendid to dance on ; it spoils one for danc- 
 
274 Fair Harvard. 
 
 ing at private houses. How do you like Miss Campbell s 
 dress? Does she not dance well? Do you know the 
 gentleman she is with ? he is very handsome and romantic 
 looking. Women never think of a man s appearance, they 
 only look at his character. Ah, Mr. Saulsbury, you are so 
 satirical ; I don t believe one word you say ; how familiar 
 this Trab, Trab, gallop is ; they dance waltzes almost alto 
 gether now. There is Miss Leigh talking to Mr. Rake- 
 man ; I wonder if it will turn out an engagement ? How 
 can a blonde like Miss Black, wear such a shade of purple ? 
 All women dislike flattery, but they like appreciation. 
 What a classical nose Mrs. Brown has, and so white ; they 
 say she powders ; how can persons say such horrid things 
 about each other ?" "I beg your pardon 1" entreats the pro 
 prietor of a clumsy foot which has walked through Miss 
 White s dress. " Certainly," returns the young lady, with 
 a look of gratitude (that perfection of breeding). " Mr. 
 Saulsbury, I must beg you to escort me to the dressing 
 room." 
 
 Wentworth led his shattered convoy to the harbor into 
 which she put for repairs, and then steered his way to Miss 
 Leigh, to whom he was engaged for the next waltz. 
 
 Miss Leigh was a type of a class of New England girls 
 whose innocence, beauty, and earnestness surprise you 
 wherever you meet them, at a ball or a funeral, at a farce 
 or a tragedy. They are bright, well read, and of a purity 
 unsullied by a thought of evil ; had they a sense of hu 
 mor and a mixture of passion in their nature, they would 
 be perfect. 
 
Fair Harvard. 275 
 
 " I am glad to see you," said Miss Leigh, as wentworth 
 bowed to her. We were talking about the Worcester 
 races ; I hope the stones they told of the students there are 
 not true/ she added, turning to Rakeman, who was stand 
 ing at her right. 
 
 Not at all, I assure you, " replied Rakeman. A Meth 
 odist camp-meeting could not have been more quiet ; the 
 excesses the townies may have committed, of course I do 
 not try to excuse." 
 
 I am so glad to hear it ; I always said it was so. Re 
 member you are engaged to me for the next waltz after this. " 
 
 "I shall forget everything before that," returned Rake 
 man, kindly leaving the field to Wentworth. 
 
 What a capital fellow Rakeman is, " said Wentworth, 
 as his friend disappeared in the waves of crinoline. 
 
 "I like to hear you say so," said Miss Leigh, blushing, 
 for like all Southerners Rakeman was a favorite with the 
 fair sex. - There is something spirituelle about his face, I 
 think." 
 
 "I don t know so much about these delicate shades of 
 character," replied Wentworth. "I know Rakeman would 
 think nothing of risking his life for a friend, or sharing his 
 last crust with him ;" and our hero told Miss Leigh the 
 story of his creeping over the ice two years before, to which 
 she listened with great interest. 
 
 "I like you, for liking your friends so well," she said 
 warmly, when he had ended. "I knew I was right; a 
 woman s instinct never deceives her : when that Mr. Sweat- 
 rame speaks to me, it sends a shudder through me : he 
 
276 Fair Harvard. 
 
 seems to pride himself on being dissipated ; he talks lightly 
 of married women flirting." 
 
 That, Miss Leigh, should argue him a very innocent 
 fellow. A Joseph likes to affect the air of a Lovelace ; 
 your real Don Juan always wears the look of a lamb. 
 Have you been skating to-day ?" 
 
 Yes, all the afternoon. I don t know which I enjoy 
 most, skating or dancing, both are so full of grace ; I should 
 like to waltz all night." 
 
 "It is delightful, Miss Leigh, to find a girl who enjoys 
 such things ; most of your sex love nothing but hard 
 study. " 
 
 * How dare you give a wrong turn to every thing I say ? 
 I have known men bright enough to appreciate women, 
 and men wicked enough to laugh at them, but never any 
 one except you who did both ; it must come from your 
 reading Thackeray." 
 
 "Do you not like Thackeray?" asked Wentworth. 
 
 "No, I admire him, but I do not like him ; I never rise 
 from one of his books without feeling less respect for my 
 self and for human nature ; that is a good test, I think, 
 don t you ? and then Thackeray never seems to be very 
 deep." 
 
 "Which do women like best, deep men or men super 
 ficially clever ?" 
 
 "They like deep men, of course, infinitely better. I pre 
 fer Kingsley to Thackeray ; his characters are so manly, and 
 strong, and dashing ; but they don t wholly satisfy me. I 
 respect men who study and think, more than men who are 
 
Fair Harvard. 277 
 
 merely hardy and venturesome ; it is splendid to combine 
 the two. I wish I were a man and could go out into the 
 world. " 
 
 "You should give lectures on Woman s Rights, Miss 
 Leigh." 
 
 " There is nothing I dislike so much as strong minded 
 women : yet I think that what they say has a great deal of 
 truth in it. I do not see why women should not do any 
 work for which nature has fitted them, nor how they can 
 tell for what they are fitted until they try ; and if they work. 
 I don t see why they should not get fair pay. But I never 
 like to talk about politics with men ; they are never in 
 earnest ; they always treat women as half goddesses, and 
 half fools." 
 
 "Heaven is my witness," said Wentworth, "that I have 
 not the slightest objection in the world, to anybody s work 
 ing except myself. I should think you philanthropical 
 young ladies would take a peculiar pleasure in balls, from 
 their contrast to your ragged schools, and poor women. 
 It were almost worth while to be good to enjoy the variety ; 
 it must be so entertaining to see the same human nature 
 in its different dresses !" 
 
 I think I like the poor better than the rich : there is 
 so much more reality in their life ; I have often regretted 
 that I was not born in the lower classes," said Miss Leigh, 
 who would have died of a soiled collar. 
 
 "Hush ! Hush !" said Wentworth, laughing. " Such 
 sentiments will produce a new French Revolution : though 
 your head, Miss Leigh, would look well anywhere, I think 
 
278 Fair Harvard. 
 
 it looks better where it is than it would on the end of a 
 pike !" 
 
 The grand march of Norma now sounded a truce to 
 further warfare, and both armies flocked to their great 
 physician, the supper. 
 
 The brave bucks gathered up their shattered frames ; the 
 ladies their broken fans, torn dresses, and wounded reputa 
 tions. I have always liked this last metaphor, but truth 
 compels me to confess that it is here somewhat forced, 
 since in Boston there is little or no scandal ; society is 
 made up of Josephs and Penelopes, and personalities rarely 
 rise above the dignity of gossip. 
 
 Wentworth found a seat in the supper-room for Miss 
 Leigh, who was inwardly complaining that her waltz with 
 Rakeman had been cut off, and then rushed forth into 
 space and from it wrested two chairs, which he brought 
 back into the hall for the German. Round these he 
 knotted his handkerchief lest some fiend in human shape 
 should steal them away in his absence ; and then returned 
 to the supper-room and soothed the ethereal appetite of 
 his partner with birds, ices, cakes, and the thousand and 
 one delicacies of the table. 
 
 Among many faults in his intercourse with the gentler 
 sex, our hero had one redeeming trait, he fed them well. 
 Pretty youths whose aim in life it is to captivate the 
 fair, remember this habit to imitate it. Nothing covers 
 more sins, or discovers more virtues in their eyes, than 
 this recognition of the fact, that though coming from a 
 ^igher, they are yet dwellers in this human sphere. I 
 
Fair Harvard. 279 
 
 once knew a man who lost a blooming girl and half a 
 million of dollars by neglect of this simple rule. 
 
 "If a man," so reasoned the pretty casuist with the dar 
 ing logic of her sex, will not take the trouble to offer the 
 object of his affections enough food, when it is lying be 
 fore him, he will at the slightest pinch leave his wife and 
 children to starve to death." At this horrible thought, 
 Beauty and her fortune vanished forever from the eyes of 
 her broken-hearted lover. 
 
 Supper ended, the dancers took their seats, and the Ger 
 man began to weave its mystic figures of beauty. Oh ye 
 mothers, who wish your sons to sleep of nights, guard 
 their eyes from the sight of this peace-destroying dance ! 
 Grace is beauty, armed and in the field, and her weap 
 ons are dipt in a poison that drives tranquillity and peace 
 far from the couch of youth. 
 
 Miss Campbell, as she melted from one form of enchant 
 ment to another, seemed from some hidden fountain to 
 rain love and beauty around her. 
 
 There are two classes of noble natures ; the one, from an 
 ideal without itself works out the actual : the other, from 
 the actual shapes for itself an ideal ; the latter climb slowly 
 to the heavens, but the former seem to spring from the 
 very bosom of God. 
 
 Miss Campbell s left hand rested lightly as a rose on 
 Wentworth s shoulder, and her other, held in his own, 
 thrilled his whole frame with fire. 
 
 "I never saw you so full of life," he whispered, as his 
 
280 Fair Harvard. 
 
 eyes hung upon every movement of the graceful girl. A 
 shadow flitted over Miss Campbell s face. 
 
 "It is strange, she said half to herself; "when saddest 
 one often appears most happy : to forget our grief, we 
 throw ourselves into what is without us, into our ideals, 
 with a spirit that deceives every one but ourselves : sorrow 
 thus becomes the mother of the highest art, which is always 
 objective What am I saying!" she added with a forced 
 laugh, observing the surprised look of the boy. Do not 
 let us go back to our seats yet : there is Mr. Pitt walking 
 towards them ; I cannot breathe in that vacuum ; if he 
 speaks to me I shall die." 
 
 "I thought, Miss Campbell, that Mr. Pitt was great 
 favorite with ladies." 
 
 "Far more than that," she replied, "he is a parlor 
 Samson ; with a jaw of an ass he has slain thousands : I 
 don t see how he does it ; they die, I suppose, like kittens 
 in an air-pump." 
 
 "Your figures," said Wentworth with a look of humor; 
 seem a little mixed ; but they are both very good." 
 
 "I can t think," mused Miss Campbell, "why Mr. Pitt 
 should devote himself with so much earnestness to being a 
 fool." 
 
 "Perhaps he has a divine gift for it, and thinks it would 
 be impious not to obey his genius. " 
 
 Very likely, and yet, " she added, softening, I have a 
 sort of kindly parental feeling for him, for I have recreated 
 him three separate times. When he was introduced to me 
 last winter, he could only be said to live by a bold meta- 
 
Fair Harvard. 28J 
 
 phor : I gave him an idea that kept him alive for three 
 months : when the vital power of that was exhausted he 
 came to me for a second, and a third ; but I am tired of it, 
 and think I shall let him die, or compromise with death by 
 marriage. There, he has gone to speak to Miss Leigh who 
 hates him ; let us sit down ; I am almost tired. Will you 
 not fan me not yourself I don t mean, you monster. 
 See what a strict surveillance Miss Otis keeps over me," 
 and Miss Campbell glanced towards the sister of herjiancee, 
 who was seated a short distance from them. 
 
 "Do you not know her, Mr. Saulsbury ? She is well 
 worth your study ; she is the model of a great many of our 
 most fashionable ladies here ; I have tried her on every 
 subject in the world, and the only one that interests her is 
 the genealogy of about a hundred of what she calls old 
 Boston families. She can tell you to a man whom Mrs. 
 Green, Grey, Brown, or White did marry, whom they did 
 not marry, whom they could have married, whom they 
 should have married ; the dresses that won the victory ; the 
 children, rattles, measles, prospects ; really it frightens me 
 even to think how much she knows. She looks down with 
 infinite contempt on any one who has not mastered this 
 branch of learning, and has a very slight opinion of any 
 one who knows anything in addition to it, as a person who 
 has scattered his powers." 
 
 "Who is that gentleman with whom she is talking?" 
 asked Wentworth. 
 
 "That is Mr. Hapsburgh ; he is one of our greatest 
 poets ; he is the mouthpiece of a set of men here, who think 
 
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 because they know enough to eat with a fork, and not to 
 drink out of a finger bowl, that they form the proudest aris 
 tocracy in the world. This prejudice carries him so far 
 that, though nothing if not witty, he has never allowed a 
 parvenu jest to appear in all his writings." 
 
 "I suppose," said Wentworth, "that any true Christian 
 gentleman would rather be suspected of parricide than of 
 drinking out of a finger bowl." 
 
 "I forgot," answered Miss Campbell, "that you were a 
 poet ; I remember some charming verses you once sent 
 me," she added, lowering her voice. "I know them by 
 heart. I wonder why every Yankee does not become a 
 poet, since a poet of all men practises the highest economy. 
 A common person when he is betrayed, insulted, or wound 
 ed squanders all his grief without getting anything in return. 
 A poet is no such spendthrift ; a friend s treason, a broken 
 heart, a cruel wrong, all these things he knows have their 
 market value. I will puff them well/ he says to himself, 
 and barter them for a coat, or a hair brush/ of which he 
 often has need. After all, I am not so sure that I would 
 not prefer you to be a lawyer ; I love that profession ; they 
 are all so charitable ; a thief, a lawyer looks upon as a 
 practical disciple of Fourier ; a murderer as an over-zealous 
 follower of Malthus. Whatever you are, however, I want 
 all my friends to be distinguished. " 
 
 Do not fever yourself, Miss Campbell, about my future 
 career," replied Wentworth, charmed with the girl s raillery. 
 "I am resolved to become a philosopher; last night I 
 
Fair Harvard. 283 
 
 heard one of our greatest thinkers lecture, and that deter 
 mined me." 
 
 "What was the lecture about?" asked Miss Campbell. 
 
 "The subject was the plus of growth. Do not you wish 
 to hear the exordium ? It was very striking, and I remem 
 ber every word of it. Twas remarked, he began ; twas 
 remarked by Plato or Thoreau, I forget which, but the re 
 mark is worthy of either, that vagueness is the first element 
 of clearness, and that all growth must be upwards, down 
 wards, or in some other direction. Take the end of a 
 horse s tail between your teeth ; draw back a few steps ; the 
 horse kicks ; the kick is fatal ; spring upon his haunches, 
 and you are safe. Tis thus with truth : pluck the wild 
 rose ; but God made the thorn : pluck the thorn also. 
 This is the whole duty of man, to pull the tail from the 
 tad-pole, to break the chrysalis for the butterfly, to give 
 the wings of Pegasus to the hack. Every soul wears the 
 pinions of an angel if it will but unfurl them. Why do we 
 not soar ? Why are our eyes under the soles of our feet ? 
 The heavens are above us ; we have made them. The least 
 of us is a Shakespeare, the least of us is a god; nay, the 
 least of us has created Shakespeares, the least of us has 
 created gods/ 
 
 "Those two words, Our Father/ " said Miss Campbell, 
 with a seriousness that forgot time and place, not apropos 
 of what you were saying, I don t mean, but of nothing, are 
 worth all the philosophies and creeds that ever were writ 
 ten." A shade passed over the girl s face; her spirits 
 
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 seemed to droop and her gaiety to give way, as she thought 
 of the part she was soon to act. 
 
 " How the goddess of respectability beams upon us here !" 
 she said a little later, with bitterness. "And what a cruel 
 purpose she carries under her smile ; she dips her pen in 
 the blood of the weak to write her laws ; I don t know 
 which I respect least, the vices or the virtues of her subjects." 
 
 "Van," said Wentworth, surprised, but always ready to 
 follow the vein of any one s conversation, "Van says that 
 next to sinning themselves, the greatest pleasure people have 
 is to detect and abuse sin in others ; that in the latter case 
 it is the thought of the sin that gives them pleasure ; the 
 abuse is merely a cloak to hide their impertinence for med 
 dling in others concerns, though they prefer to call it 
 viitue. " 
 
 " I hate Society and her cruel laws," said Miss Campbell, 
 with earnestness. 
 
 "There is Mr. Pitt bringing you your fifth bouquet," ex 
 claimed Wentworth. 
 
 "The angel !" cried our heroine, with enthusiasm, and 
 her spirits rose at the graceful tribute, which always touches 
 a woman s heart at the altar, in the ball room, or, I doubt 
 not, in the coffin. 
 
 The night danced on more slowly ; the spectators began 
 to dwindle . Pippins retreated with his four mots in good 
 order; the more venerable bucks had already retired to 
 heal the torture of the boot and the other mortifications of 
 the flesh, which fashion inflicts upon her votaries; even 
 the heroic brood of pelicans upon the sofas grew weary ; a 
 
Fair Harvard. 285 
 
 mother s love, strongest and holiest of passions, alone 
 propped up their falling eyelids. Miss Campbell had never 
 achieved a greater success ; in the flower figure she had re 
 ceived seven bouquets, which was three more than any 
 other girl in the room, and gained her no little envy and 
 admiration. Girls prize these distinctions as highly as 
 knights their garters, and perhaps as justly. At four the 
 ball broke up/ 
 
 " Miss Campbell has flirted shamefully to-night," whis 
 pered Miss Otis to her brother, as he was leading her to 
 Mrs. Morris. 
 
 "I must request you, replied the latter, who was a 
 thorough gentleman; "never again to make any dispar 
 aging remark about Miss Campbell ; it is insulting to me, 
 and only makes me feel less respect for you. " 
 
 Your carriage is ready, he said a few minutes later, 
 to \\isfiancee, and walked down before her in silence. 
 
 "Good night, Nell," he said, gently but with a touch 
 of reproach in his voice, as he seated her in her carriage, 
 and then, holding her hand a moment, stooped down to 
 kiss it. 
 
 Miss Campbell drew back her hand. "I have been re 
 quested to give you this," she said, with a voice that tried 
 to be calm, but was choking with emotion, and she handed 
 him a letter ; Mr. Otis took the letter mechanically, shut the 
 door, and the coachman drove away. 
 
 "That he should dare accuse me of flirting !" said Miss 
 Campbell to herself, as she in vain tried to check her sob- 
 
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 bing. Reaching her home, she threw herself upon her 
 bed and there lay through the weary hours, her long hair 
 falling over her throbbing breast. Now that she had forever 
 separated herself from her lover, she felt how much she had 
 really cared for him, and half regretted the act into which 
 her pride had hurried her. 
 
 In his distant chamber her lover sat gazing at the letter, 
 and the two rings -it contained. The letter was short, 
 and stated that Miss Campbell had heard of his conduct, 
 and that of course their engagement must be considered at 
 an end ; that she owed it to the love she had once borne 
 him never to disclose the cause. The poor fellow read the 
 letter over and over again with fresh pain ; he then took 
 one of the rings, on which were the words, Celeste, from 
 J. E. O.," and with a curse at the treachery of his mistress, 
 opened the window and threw the ring into the street ; he 
 again returned to his seat, kissed the cruel words of the 
 woman he truly loved, and again arose, pacing up and 
 down the room in bitter grief. 
 
 Wentworth, however, had mounted his tilbury with Van 
 and Rakeman, and warmed his way over the cold bridge 
 with songs and jests, and was now fast asleep with pleasant 
 music ringing in his ears, unconscious of the tears and 
 sighs that were raining and breathing in breezy Boston. 
 
 But shapely Celeste, lovely cause of so great evils, that 
 very evening, untired by her morning s acting, had been 
 taking with ravishment the applauding eyes of a crowded 
 audience in a neighboring theatre, and showering grace 
 
Fair Harvard. 287 
 
 and beauty around her, had gathered the bouquets thrown 
 at her feet. Thus turns the great grindstone of the 
 world, and grinds of some the axes, but the noses of 
 others. 
 
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CHAPTER XX. 
 
 " Intervenerant quidam amici, propter quos major fumus fieret : . . . . 
 Varius uobie sermo fuit, ut in convivio, nullam rem usque ad cxitum adducens, 
 sed aliuude alio transilieus. 
 
 |RUTH is a slippery baggage/ 7 said Hayward, 
 who, with other friends, was in Wentworth s 
 room early in the evening of the "Seniors 
 benefit," at the Mush and Milk Club; "She can only be 
 held by the three members of a syllogism, as an eel by the 
 three fingers of a fish-wife. " 
 
 "We know not what we know, nor of that fact are we 
 conscious, said the gentle Desdemona, who was lying in 
 a window-seat and displayed a very pretty foot and ankle. 
 As she spoke, Desdemona threw her Hamilton s Meta 
 physics into a corner of the room and lighted a fresh cigar. 
 * lago, * she then remarked, taking from, her bosom a spotted 
 handkerchief of great size, "though to be sure something 
 of a rascal, was what we should now-2-days call a very 
 smart man." 
 
 Our friends, as the studies of the year had led them, had, 
 in the interim between their college gossip, been dissolving 
 the universe into a dew ; metaphysics and logic were their 
 blow-pipe and test-tube : they had doubted matter ; they 
 had doubted mind ; strangest of doubts, they had doubted 
 
Fair Harvard. 289 
 
 their own identity ! Happy skeptics ! They had no cre 
 ditors sad but sure cure of this infirmity. 
 
 These metaphysicians, " said Wentworth, who had been 
 arguing against his friends, and who always maintained a 
 bigoted belief in his own existence at least "these meta 
 physicians sharpen their ideas down until they reduce them, 
 and not the universe, to nothing. They don t seem to me 
 to be much wiser than common folks. Even in definitions 
 \fC often meet with as nice differences among the ignorant 
 as among the learned. Servants, in naming doors, draw as 
 fine distinctions as the German professors with their subject 
 and object. If a house has two front and two back doors, 
 they style them the front-front door, the front-back door, 
 the back-front door, and the back-back door. " 
 
 "I never felt so encouraged since I came to college," 
 said Bowyer, whose bulk lay stretched out upon a sofa, 
 wreathed in peaceful smoke, as when I learnt that the 
 highest studies were nothing more than mental gymnastics. 
 I am sure that in that case I must be a greater proficient in 
 them than any of our shadowy professors/ and the "oar" 
 doubled up an arm, whose mere relaxation would have 
 placed half the College Faculty hors-de-combat. 
 
 "I think that theory of Hamilton is false," rejoined 
 Wentworth. "The belief that the search after truth, not 
 truth itself, is the object of life, is suicidal ; no one searches 
 with any heart after that which he does not much care to 
 find ; no one cares to find what he does not think much 
 worth the finding. Truth is in itself a good, not an ignis 
 fatuus to lead us dancing over bogs and quagmires, to en- 
 
290 Fair Harvard. 
 
 large our muscles. God, from the centre of the universe, 
 rays out his physical, intellectual, and moral laws ; our 
 aim is to place ourselves at that centre, and as far as our 
 finite powers permit, to see all things as the calm eye of 
 God sees them ; to know and embody the highest truth, is 
 the one aim worthy of an immortal soul." 
 
 " This is a dog-day of a conversation," said Desdemona, 
 who was no other than Van, tripping to a chair, where lay 
 what looked like a baby wrapped up in a blanket, but 
 proved to be a lump of ice, which she placed in a towel, 
 and pounded into small pieces prophetic of cobblers. 
 
 " There goes Sweatrame to the Mush and Milk rooms/ 
 said Rakeman, who was lying on the window seat, opposite 
 Van s, and whose face wore a look of melancholy. Do 
 you remember, Van, Freshman year, when Dummer and 
 Sweatrame used to go on benders together ? Wine 
 always attacked Sweatrame s knees, but spared his head, 
 while Dummer s legs were firm long after his head was 
 gone ; when both were drunk, together they formed one 
 sober man. After a spree, Sweatrame always mounted on 
 Dummer s shoulders and steered him safely home. They 
 had thus all the advantages of being drunk and sober at 
 the same time. How those good old times come back to 
 us!" he added, musingly. "Don t you recollect Robin, 
 when you were a Freshman, how you used to wait in Bos 
 ton fur the twelve o clock car ? I have known you to stand 
 on the sidewalk two or three hours for no other purpose ; 
 you thought it was so nuttish to say, I came out in the 
 last car last night. " 
 
Fair Harvard. 291 
 
 "I don t recollect anything of the kind," replied Robin, 
 rather ruffled ; "I remember the first day \ve came to col 
 lege your running to prayers at the first bell ; a dozen 
 Sophomores got up early to watch you. " 
 
 "It was that rascally Brandreth," said Rakeman. " He 
 told me to be sure to be in the Chapel before the first bell 
 was over ; I thought I was late. " 
 
 "Holloa, boys!" cried Van, "it is half past seven; I 
 must be off; the play begins at eight," and Desdemona 
 gathered up her skirts, threw the stump of her cigar into the 
 grate, clapped Rakeman a virtuous box on the ear, that 
 nearly beheaded him, and fled from his embraces pursued 
 by Hayward. 
 
 "Emmett," said Wentworth, after Van had gone, "Em- 
 mett told me the other day of his attempt to cast his vote 
 against us at the Class Elections. When the meeting 
 came off I was lying/ he said, in my house in fragrant 
 Brighton, prostrate from the attack of a fever and two 
 physicians. One of them was just making his diagnosis ; 
 When I place my finger thus, you feel a severe pain 
 what ? no pain ! that is in itself a dangerous symptom/ 
 Suddenly Cade burst into the room. Zounds, Emmett ! 
 he cried out to me, how have you the leisure to be sick 
 in such a justling time ! We need but one vote to over 
 throw the Mushes ; one more vote and the class-poet is 
 ours. Sickness ! Death ! These are names. Virtue ! 
 Religion ! Freedom ! These are realities ! If you must 
 die, die in a blaze of glory voting against the Mushes ! 
 with these words Cade hurried me into his tilbury ; the 
 
292 Fair Harvard. 
 
 steed felt that he was bearing the fortunes of the anti- 
 Mushes ; he shot over the road : the Flying Childers was 
 but a snail to him. In a few minutes, borne on Cade s 
 shoulder, wrapped in a blanket, I burst into the Institute. 
 It was too late; the voting was over; the poet of the Mushes 
 was making his speech of acceptance. It was a brave 
 effort, though, and nearly cost me my life. " 
 
 How can you speak to such scrubs ? when they told 
 such lies about us, too," said Robin. They said I tried 
 to bribe a man with an oyster stew to vote for the Mushes ; 
 I would not demean myself by bowing to them." 
 
 " These social distinctions are matter for tailors, not for 
 scholars," rejoined Wentworth. "We ought to have a 
 
 professor here to lecture ou the naked man" Wentworth 
 
 was interrupted by Rakeman, who fetched a deep sigh. 
 
 His friends, who knew its cause, said nothing for some 
 moments. 
 
 "Will you not take something to eat?" Robin at length 
 gently entreated him. "It will do you good." 
 
 Rakeman glanced at the oily olives, the strenuous 
 crackers, the restless cheese, and the golden sherry ranged 
 upon the table, but shook his head. 
 
 "I did not make a good impression on Miss Leigh last 
 night, I m sure of it," he muttered, and unloosed another 
 sigh. 
 
 "Tut: tut; man!" said Wentworth, "you Southerners 
 always succeed with women ; you have that reckless, care 
 less manner that throws them off their guard, and lays 
 open their hearts to your thrusts, before they know it" 
 
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 Rakeman only shook his head ; despondency deepened 
 on his face ; love was fast bringing his wild spirit to 
 slavery. Yet he would not yield without a struggle ; he 
 had learnt from Western trappers to fight fire with fire ; he 
 summoned against the flame of love, the gentle but power 
 ful ally, tobacco. He drew from his pocket a huge red clay 
 pipe ; scarce twice six chosen Freshmen, such Freshmen as 
 Harvard now produces, could have sustained it upon their 
 shoulders. This Rakeman filled with Herculean perique 
 and with heroical puffs strove to smoke Dan Cupid from 
 the hole in his heart, in which he had burrowed. He 
 threw himself back into the window-seat : his eyes sought 
 the ceiling ; he smoked and sighed, and sighed and smoked 
 in sadness ; his pipe glowed like a volcano ; Empedocles 
 might have sought immortality down its fiery crater. 
 
 "I have been through it, myself: I know what it is," 
 said the warbler feelingly. 
 
 "It is the suspense, the suspense, that is killing me," 
 groaned Rakeman, If I only knew, what I dare not ask. " 
 
 11 1 condole with you, with all -my heart," murmured 
 Robin, "Tis terrible! When the fit was on me, I tasted 
 nothing for three hours. Can I not do anything for you ? 
 Shall I not sing to you ?" 
 
 " Da ! Do ! Robin," sighed Rakeman. 
 
 Shall I sing that sweet song, 
 
 Come away, come away, Death, 
 And in sad cypres let me be laid "" 
 
 "Yes, yes." 
 
 "Shall I sing it as if I meant it?" 
 
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 The poor victim bowed his head. The songster pressed 
 the sufferer s hand, and poured forth his softest notes into 
 his ear. * 
 
 "What is the world but an empty pipe, when love does 
 not fill it?" said Rakeman, knocking the ashes from the 
 bowl as Robin ended. "My heart feels lighter." 
 
 "You are growing very spooney/ said Wentworth ; 
 " the play at the Mush and Milk must have begun, and 
 he left his friends and walked to the society s rooms, 
 whither they soon followed him. 
 
 "I congratulate you on your success, to-night, Van," 
 said Wentworth to his chum, after their return from the 
 plays and supper at the Club. "You are our American 
 Siddons ! Your neck is the fairest sight ; and that sweet 
 smile you wore, when Othello made at you with the poker; 
 twas ravishing ; you would make a very dangerous woman. " 
 
 "I saw Mr. Otis out here, to-night," said Van; "I 
 wonder what made Miss Campbell throw him over ; every 
 one, I hear, blames her for it. " 
 
 "I don t know, I m sure," replied Wentworth. "It has 
 made her very sad and unhappy : as I know nothing about 
 her reasons, I don t form any opinion on the subject." 
 
 " I. wouldn t give a fig for the opinions of society about 
 it," said Van; "a thousand blind persons can t see any 
 farther than one. Why don t you go in and win her?" 
 
 "I am afraid to ask her," said Wentworth, "I feel that 
 the happiness of my life depends on her answer. " 
 
 "Nonsense !" replied Van, "don t have such a feeling. 
 If you lose the girl, it will probably be because you love 
 
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 her too much ; a woman never loves a man who makes 
 himself cheap : she wants some one to look up to, some 
 one to command her, some one, as she grows older, to 
 abuse her. Women in their hearts admire a Bluebeard 
 or a Henry VIII. more than a Bayard. Still, perhaps it is 
 better to combine the two methods : let them feel that at 
 any moment you may off with their heads, but that mean 
 while you will treat them with all gentleness." 
 
 "With such a counsellor in the cabinet, who could fai] 
 in the field," said Wentworth, good humoredly. 
 
CHAPTER XXI. 
 
 1 Ad restirn res redit mihi quiderr planissume." 
 
 1 Ergo cum tenuem fuero mutatus iu umbram 
 Carididaque ossa super nigra favilla tcget, 
 Ante meum veniat longos iiicorapta capillos 
 Et fleat ante meuin nisesta Nseera rogum." 
 
 [OU ought not to do it, Nell," said Miss Leigh to 
 her cousin the evening of class-day, as the two 
 girls were standing upon Mrs. Morris s lawn. 
 
 "Women, Amy," replied Miss Campbell, "are born to 
 flirt as the sparks fly upward. Don t look so serious ; there 
 is no danger, and if it should happen it would not do him 
 much harm," she added in jest; "it would be a sort of 
 vaccination to keep the real disease from being too violent. 
 
 "That is the very reason it is so wrong, Nell," said Miss 
 Leigh lowering her voice ; "it takes from a man the pow 
 er of ever after enjoying the noblest passion. " 
 
 "Have you turned physician, Miss Campbell?" asked 
 Wentworth, who had caught her words as he came forward 
 to speak to his friends. "How many hast thou killed to 
 day ?" 
 
 "Some fourteen, a trifle, a trifle," answered Miss Camp 
 bell. "Tell me, Mr. Saulsbury, who were the characters 
 that Mr. Gowan sketched in your class oration ?" 
 
 The rowing man was Bowyer, the fast man Sweatrame, 
 the scholar Hayward, and the singing man Ayres ; I can t 
 guess the others." 
 
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 The conversation was here interrupted by one Mrs. 
 Field, who appears for the first and last time upon this 
 stage. 
 
 " I wish to ask you, Miss Campbell, if you will excuse 
 the question/ she said, drawing the girl aside, ; why you 
 broke off your engagement with Mr. Otis ?" 
 
 The roses fell from Miss Campbell s cheeks ; her eyes 
 like mangolds shot forth jets of flame. 
 
 " My dear madam," she replied in her sweetest voice, 
 "Mr. Otis had ceased to amuse me." 
 
 Mrs. Field turned away and always afterwards spoke of 
 our heroine as the most heartless of women. 
 
 Shortly after this inquiring lady had retired, Rakeman 
 came up and carried off Miss Leigh to the President s 
 Reception. 
 
 I am glad you do not want to go to the Reception, " 
 said Wentworth, as the other guests followed Rakeman. 
 " It is pleasanter here than suffering the peine forte et dure," 
 and he ran into the house and brought out a seat. 
 
 "Thank you very much," said Miss Campbell, "I am 
 tired from going to the spreads and dances. How pretty 
 the lanterns look through the trees ! they seem like fire 
 flies in the hair of a Southern beauty. Do you not feel sad 
 at leaving so pleasant a place ? Yet it must be glorious to 
 go out into the world and fight for its prizes. A woman has 
 no career open to her except that of a martyr ; I could have 
 stabbed that woman for what she said to me ; Hawthorne 
 says that there is nothing tragic in America to write about ; 
 but lift the veil that covers society, how many women do 
 
298 Fair Harvard. 
 
 you see dying from the poison that lurks in their social life ? 
 Women of high aims, what sympathy do they meet from 
 the world ? They are abandoned to the censure and mal 
 ice of prudes and rakes. The souls of such women starve 
 in ice ! They cannot tell what it is that makes them 
 wretched ; they cannot point out any single word, or act, 
 or wrong, but their disease is none the less fatal. The air ! 
 you cannot see, nor taste, nor touch it, but it holds your 
 life and death in its power." She checked herself in the 
 bitter strain Mrs. Field s insolent question had provoked. 
 
 How romantic everything looks to-night," she said, 
 looking around her. 
 
 "You look like Circe," said Wentworth, thinking of her, 
 not of her words, and his eye wandered over her dress, 
 which was of the color in which the fields set their flowers, 
 and the sea clothes its gems. 
 
 " Have I transformed you ? I will disenchant you/ she 
 said .pleasantly, and sprinkled a few drops of cologne 
 over the boy. "If the Father of the Universe originally 
 made you a goose, " Bird," said Wentworth, "don t be 
 so concrete. It is more artistic but not half so flattering. " 
 
 You have destroyed the charm, " said the girl with a 
 shake of her head ; "I fear you will always remain what 
 you are. How well the college songs sound here in the 
 distance. You ought to be with your friends and not 
 flattering me at their expense. They are singing Fair 
 Harvard, what a charming song it is. 
 
 Believe me if all those endearing young charms. 
 
 I wish we had Cousin Amy here ; we would make her sing 
 
Fair Harvard. 299 
 
 for us ; what a sweet voice she has ! She is one of the few 
 women I know who are true friends to other women. It 
 is rare to find an honorable woman, I think, don t you ; 
 You would, if you knew them better. If I were a man 1 
 should fall in love with her ; she is so true and good. 
 Why do you laugh ? I do not like you for that. She is 
 not like most good persons ; their goodness shows itself in 
 condemning their fellows without a trial ; it is but the ac 
 complice of bolder evil which gives it the cue." 
 
 The girl s lips quivered ; she was thinking of the unjust 
 things that had been said of her. 
 
 " I did not laugh unkindly, " said Wentworth. " It cuts 
 me to hear you talk so wildly. The world is very beauti 
 ful, and human nature grand and noble ; and you, Miss 
 Campbell " 
 
 " I did not mean to wound you," said the girl, quickly, 
 "I spoke hastily; I beg your pardon. Will you not call 
 me Nell ? Miss Campbell seems so distant. You promised 
 me a long time ago to be my friend ; you have broken 
 your promise, but will you not mend it ? mother says 
 friendship is impossible between men and women ; but I 
 do not see why. I want friends whom I can trust ; I feel 
 so alone of late. You are different from the rest ; you 
 are so loyal a friend, I hear. Promise me to be my friend, 
 will you not? The boy tried to speak, but his tongue 
 was chained. Suddenly his life passed from his keeping ; 
 he lived and breathed only in the beautiful woman before 
 him. 
 
 " Friend !" he cried, his passion at length rinding words, 
 
300 Fair Harvard. 
 
 11 friend ! You are my life, my soul 1" He caught her hand 
 to cover it with kisses. 
 
 "Miss Campbell s snowy skin stained with scarlet; 
 then, as when the foam breaks over a bed of coral, she 
 turned as suddenly white. 
 
 " What have I done?" she cried, as the boy sank at her 
 feet. It cannot be ; I did not think you loved me ; I 
 thought you were cold and and like a friend, Mr. Sauls- 
 bury. Wentworth, do forgive rne ! I did not mean to de 
 ceive you ; do not think so unkindly of me." Miss 
 Campbell poured forth her words with passionate earnest 
 ness. 
 
 " I love you !" said Wentworth, with the vacant look of 
 one who sees the hope of his life, just as he had grasped it, 
 vanish. 
 
 There is some one coming," said Miss Campbell, 
 hastily; " forget what you have felt. You have done me 
 a great honor ; I shall always remember it. You will still 
 think kindly of me, though not as before, do promise me ! 
 Miss Campbell reached out her hand ; Wentworth took it, 
 mechanically, and with the same look turned and walked 
 away. 
 
 Through the long hours of the night, now slow, now fast, 
 the boy walked on. The flowers which a few hours before 
 had blossomed bright around him, were withered and dead; 
 the music of the summer breezes had changed into a wail ; 
 the world, which love had filled with life, had become a 
 tomb. At length the boy s steps brought him back again 
 to the college. As he passed his club-rooms he caught 
 
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 snatches of the songs of some late revellers ; their merriment 
 seemed to him a mockery, but a wild desire seized him to 
 drown his memory ; he turned to enter the door, but his 
 pride checked him. "It is cowardly not to face the 
 enemy, "he muttered to himself, and kept on his way to his 
 rooms. 
 
 There he threw himself upon the bed, and tried to fall 
 asleep. Suddenly he sprang up wildly ; the words of Miss 
 Campbell to her cousin, were traced in fire before his eyes. 
 
 "It would not do him much harm ; it would keep the 
 real disease from being too violent." 
 
 She must have made one love her for her amusement, " 
 he cried fiercely, and sank down in despair. 
 
 It is not the loss of a woman he loves, but the loss of re 
 spect for her, that most deeply sears the heart of a man of 
 honor. 
 
CHAPTER XXII. 
 
 "Tabuit in calido vulnere mucro tener." 
 
 | HE next day and for many days afterward, 
 Wentworth was subject to fits of passion, fol 
 lowed by long hours of listlessness. The de 
 parture of his friends excited in him no feelings of regret. 
 A few days after Class Day, he received letters from Bowyer 
 and Ayres, stating that they had gone into business in New 
 York. A week later came one of a different tenor from 
 Rakeman, announcing his engagement to Miss Leigh. 
 The same day he received an invitation from his cousin to 
 visit Newport : the postscript added, what Wentworth well 
 knew before, that his old flame, Miss Campbell, was stay 
 ing with Mrs. Morris. 
 
 Van, who had remained in Cambridge after most of his 
 class had gone, had guessed his friend s trouble, but had 
 been silent about it. The day before he went to New York, 
 however, whence he was soon to sail for Europe, the two 
 friends sat late into the night, talking over their college- 
 days. As the hours wore on, they grew confidential, and 
 Van at length spoke to Wentworth about what he knew lay 
 nearest his friend s heart. 
 
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 "Promise me," he said, "promise me, Wentworth, that 
 you will not let your disappointment drive you into dissi 
 pation. If our love for a woman makes us base, we learn 
 in a short time to hate both her and ourselves. The suf 
 fering that comes from the loss of what we love, is a pleas 
 ure compared with that which springs from remorse. 
 
 " We rakes," he added with a bitter laugh, " make the 
 best preachers when we read the real lessons of our lives. 
 Truth is found in the dregs of the cup of pleasure, as often 
 as in the temple, only it is found there dead, for us. The 
 next best thing to being good ourselves, though," a look of 
 noble generosity brightened on the boy s face, "is to aid 
 others to be good. " 
 
 "Van! Van!" cried Wentworth, "your unselfishness 
 makes me forget myself. Don t talk so wildly ; you are 
 not going to abandon yourself to waste and decay ; you 
 are generous and ambitious and full of talents. Because 
 you find some sins in your past life because you find 
 some traitors in your camp, you do not think of surrender; 
 hang them up in sight of the army, and fight on all the 
 more bravely. Promise me, Van, in the battle of life, into 
 which we are entering, you will be true to yourself : I shall 
 thank you more for that example, than for all your words, 
 however kind." 
 
 "I will try," said Van humbly. 
 
 "We will both try, "said his friend, grasping him by the 
 hand. 
 
 A happy smile played over Van s face that evening ; the 
 sneer disappeared from his lips ; the innocence of his boy 
 
304 Fair Harvard. 
 
 hood shone in his looks and spoke in his words ; Went- 
 worth had never loved his friend so well. 
 
 The next morning they parted with many assurances of 
 affection. When Wentworth returned to his rooms alone, the 
 passion he had thought half conquered, again broke out. 
 An easy way to forget anything, philosophy teaches, is to 
 throw our minds into something else. The knowledge of 
 relatives is one, and the direct attempt to banish an object 
 from our thoughts, only chains it there the more closely. 
 The only difficulty about this rule lies in its practice. 
 Wentworth opened his books and tried to work on his 
 Commencement part, but without success. Each word 
 that spoke of beauty or grace summoned before his eyes by 
 a fatal magic, the vision of the woman he loved. 
 
 "I wonder," he thought, "if the dimples on her 
 hand look as pretty as ever. Does she still wear that coral 
 sphinx on her neck ? What a sweet smile she has ! Is she 
 playing with her cousins ? How little children love her ! 
 Each word she speaks to them seems a caress. Who is en 
 joying her smiles now? Curse my fate ! I will not waste 
 my life in this maudlin way. That she should dare so to 
 play with the souls of men ! I will see her once more ; I 
 
 will tell her I no longer love her, that I but why do I 
 
 fret ? Happiness ! happiness ! a thorn, a tooth, a woman 
 can destroy it ! Knowledge ! Growth ! Strength ! There 
 is something noble in these. I will see her once more and 
 end it." 
 
 With this determination our hero took the cars for 
 Newport. 
 
Fair Harvard. 305 
 
 What is the use of these last interviews of disappointed 
 aspirants? Are they truces under which the defeated party 
 carries off his wounded sentiments ? Are they funeral cere 
 monies at which love is decently interred ? They differ from 
 the latter in one point at least. Truth, whom death strikes 
 dumb, here has a voice potential ; she breaks through the 
 veils of convention, opens her ill-favored mouth, and saws 
 the air with her bony hand. Pretty maidens, who count 
 with pleasure each new scalp added to your girdles, beware 
 of these last meetings ; they are devices of the enemy ; they 
 are tricks to rob you of your spoils. When you have 
 once refused a man, never see him alone ; he has nothing 
 further to lose ; you have nothing more to win. 
 
 \Ventworth, on reaching Newport, called upon Miss 
 Campbell, and invited her to walk. They passed along 
 the path by the rocks, over which a year ago they had often 
 climbed together. Miss Campbell, as they went on, was 
 struck with the change in her companion s appearance, 
 which the last few weeks had made. Went worth had grown 
 from a boy into a man. His struggle to master his passion 
 had given him strength and self-command ; his face looked 
 earnest and proud ; his manner wore a grace and ease 
 which were far from unattractive. After a short walk they 
 reached a natural seat in the rocks, where \Ventworth the 
 summer before had passed many a pleasant hour reading 
 to Miss Campbell. 
 
 She now complained of being tired, and seating 
 herself in the familiar seat, looked at the cloth of gold 
 
306 Fair Harvard. 
 
 which the setting sun was spreading over the ocean. At 
 their feet the waves were rolling in grandly, and dashing 
 their foam high up against the rocks. A few rods from the 
 shore, a jagged pyramidal rock rose above the water s level. 
 Each wave, as it rolled inland, hung over the peak of the 
 rock, broke, and flowed down in a thousand streamlets. 
 A small rainbow at the same moment rose above the rock s 
 summit, hovered over it, and disappeared. 
 
 "How exquisite!" said Miss Campbell, pointing out 
 the rainbow to Wentworth. " It is the soul rising from the 
 body s death-bed. " 
 
 Wentworth s eyes glanced at the rainbow and returned to 
 feed, against his will, upon the lustrous beauty of the 
 woman before him. His thoughts, despite his struggles, 
 became captive to its spell. She was seated \\lih her face 
 half turned from him. Her rich dark hair flowed back in 
 waves from her forehead. The roses of the setting sun 
 could not vie with her cheeks. Her fair neck and breast 
 breathed forth a power that brought Nature enchanted to 
 her feet. Half Cleopatra, half Madonna, the passion and 
 purity of earth and heaven mingled in her beauty. Her 
 form carved in colorless marble would have comm-anded 
 worship ; instinct with glowing life, one touch of her hand 
 seemed to have power to call back the dead to love. 
 
 "She seems the embodiment of love and truth," thought 
 Wentworth. "How can she be so false?" 
 
 "You are very beautiful, " he said, aloud, careless of 
 offence ; the words came so naturally from his heart that 
 they scarcely seemed amiss. 
 
Fair Harvard. 307 
 
 I wonder," thought Miss Campbell, "why I did 
 not love him. He is handsome, clever, and full of ardor ! 
 Shall I ever meat another whom I shall like better ? If he 
 had not been so violent. A man should try to make a wo 
 man love him, and not merely to show his love for her. 
 I suppose I shall repent when it is too late." 
 
 " I once loved you," said Wentworth, breaking from the 
 spell of the girl s beauty. Miss Campbell gave a start of 
 surprise. "I once loved you, but I did not come to tell 
 you that. Loved you !" he cried, his passion mastering 
 him ; "I would have given my life to your service without 
 return ! Would that I might have gathered its years into a 
 moment of devotion to you, and then died. How much 
 wiser, having climbed to the height of life to throw oneself 
 headlong, than to creep slowly down to death. " 
 
 Wentworth checked himself by a great effort : Miss 
 Campbell could not help feeling a thrill of admiration for 
 him as he uttered his wild words. 
 
 "I talk like an actor, he continued, contemptuously. 
 "I did not come to tell you these things I should not 
 have minded it in another, but you, who held the key of 
 my destiny ! that you should so use your power ! that you 
 should sacrifice my life to flatter your vanity ! that you 
 should so degrade what is noblest in the human soul ! 
 that you should use to feed the paltriest of vices the fuel 
 that should burn at the very altar of God ! Enough of 
 this ! I came to tell you that I no longer care for you : 
 that if you would win even the friendship of a man of 
 honor, you must first gain his respect. " 
 
308 Fair Harvard. 
 
 Miss Campbell, as Wentworth poured out these re 
 proaches, tried to speak, but her words failed her. She 
 reached out her hand to him imploringly, but he did not 
 heed it. As he uttered his last cruel words she pressed her 
 hand to her heart and uttered a cry of pain. 
 
 " You are unjust, you are ungenerous," she said, speak 
 ing at length by a great effort. "I never meant to de 
 ceive you ; I could not do a thing so contemptible. It 
 was lonely ; I wanted you to be my friend. If I wronged 
 you, I can but humbly beg you to pardon me." The 
 proud girl burst into tears, and buried her face in her 
 hands. 
 
 The sight of her grief, recalled Wentworth to his senses. 
 "Forgive me!" he cried, passionately. "I knew not 
 what I said. My love for you has made me beside myself. 
 It was my wounded vanity that spoke. It is my misfor 
 tune, not your fault, that you did not love me. Tell me that 
 you forgive me. Though I love you more than all the 
 world besides, I will never see you again." 
 
 "Never again ; Wentworth ?" The girl raised her head; 
 a smile broke through her tears ; her lips quivered with 
 tenderness. 
 
 "Darling! I will never leave you!" cried her happy 
 lover, and caught her half reluctant in his arms, and set 
 love s sweet seal upon his vow. 
 
 A diviner beauty shone from the girl s fair face ; a ten 
 derer light beamed from her sunny eyes. 
 
 " Dearest !" she whispered, the magic of her voice un 
 locked the gates of sense, filled the air with visions of 
 
Fair Harvard. 309 
 
 beauty, and called over the laughing waves the music of 
 heavenly choirs Dearest, tell me again that you love 
 me." She sank upon lier lover s breast transfigured. 
 
 "Dearest!" she again whispered, "will you love me 
 always as now ?" 
 
 "Always, darling, always! Would that now were for 
 ever ! Nay, love, I would give my hope of immortal life 
 to win this moment of delight !" 
 
 "Hush! hush!" the girl clung closer to her lover. 
 
 "Not such love, but that you will always be noble and 
 true and and will love no one else so well." 
 
 " Eheufugaces. " 
 
 THE END. 
 
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