What a train of pleasing reflections are awakened in the breast of a Freshman by the mention of that simple word? How many sweet recollections crowd upon his memory! The very sound infuses new life into his frame & causes the blood to rush with ten-fold rapidity through his veins. It recals to his mind those happy days, when last he visited the home of his childhood & spent so many pleasant hours of pure & unalloyed felicity, in the sweet society of those whom he loves. It reminds him of the visits he made to his friends & relations—to his Uncles Aunts & Cousins & of the "good old times" he had with the latter, in hunting, fishing, frolicing & the thousand other ways in which Freshmen  find enjoyment. All this is very pleasant to his fancy, but his pleasure approaches to ecstacy, when he recollects the variety of cakes that were mad for him, the numerous old goblers & the innumerable duck & chickens that were sacrificed; at the thoughts of all which, even at this time, his mouth waters.
But my joyous Freshman is not yet condemned to look back upon all these enjoyments, as having "gone glimering"  never to return. No. Another & a winter, vacation is before him & his heart e'en now  beats high with joyous expectations. He looks forward with fond anticipations to the time, when lake & river shall be bound in icy fetters and
But enough of skating. The  approaching
vacation has other amusements in store for him, besides this. Already in
anticipation, he sees his mother earth, clothed in dazzling white, by Winter's
stern & blighting hand & himself, armed to the teeth in wool, start
forth in search of hares. Methinks I see him too, as, attended by his canine
brethren, he scours every old sage-field & beats every thicket, until some
terrified hare is driven from its covert & compelled to trust its safety to
its heels. Soon as the startled animal is seen, the yelling pack flies off in
"While mongrel, puppy, whelp & hound
And curs of low degree,  conspire to raise the sound.
But time fails me, or I would go on to enumerate more of the vacation-pleasures of our Freshman,—how he will enjoy himself with the girls next Christmas, for instance, & what fun he will have at hog-killing-time in blowing up bladders & roasting melts & tails.
Nov 19nth 1840. J. L Dusenbery
2. "gone glimering": gone glimmering, gone by, lost to view; cf. George Noel Gordon, Lord Byron, Childe Harold's Pilgrimage, Canto II, Stanza 2 (1812): Ancient of days! august Athena! where,/ Where are thy men of might? thy grand in soul?/ Gone, glimmering through the dream of things that were.
4. Dusenbery originally ended the sentence with a dash and began the with a lower case t. He then changed the dash to a period and t to T.
5. Oliver Goldsmith, "An Elegy on the Death of a Mad Dog" (1766): "And in that town a dog was found,/As many dogs there be,/Both mongrel, puppy, whelp and hound,/And curs of low degree."
9. "melts": the spleens of such animals as cows and hogs.