He then calls on Mr. S__.; but before the gentleman has time to speak for himself, the bell announces the hour of breakfast and all rush precipitably out of the room. Our24 next scene is laid in front of Miss H__.s boarding-house,25 where a large number of students are crowded together, as if witnessing something of an exciting nature. The truth is, that one of the students has insulted another by calling him—Fresh and the insulted is trying to redress grievances. The excitement increases in proportion as the crowd grows larger. Some are in favour of their seeking satisfaction by, fighting it out; while others wish the affair to be settled amicably. The air is rent with the frightful cry of, fight! fight! The mob of Paris, during the French revolution, could hardly have presented a more exciting scene, in proportion to its size. It seems that the excitement will never cease. At length, however, some friends of both parties bring the opponents together and the affair is settled, at least for awhile. The excitement then begins to cool down in proportion as the crowd grows smaller and by degrees all retire from the scene of action; the occurrence having afforded each one a wide and26 exciting theme for discussion during the remainder of the day.

Our next scene opens again with a crowd of young men, with books in their hands, awaiting the ringing of the bell for recitation. They have been standing there some length of27 time, doing nothing at all. From close examination, it will be discovered that most of them are inclined to be idlers. They could not find employment in their rooms and theyhave assembled, as men frequently do, simply "to hear and be heard". It is therefore, natural to suppose that their conversation will be upon light and trivial subjects. One time-honored Sophomore is relating some marvelous tale, of "a spree" that he had in days gone by, when a Fresh, of how he rung the Bell all night and so craftily evaded the almost super-human vigilance of the Faculty by withdrawing into the upper story of the Belfry when they came near; while gaping young Freshmen catch at and swallow his words, exciting within in them a spirit of emulation to follow his most glorious example. "What man has done, man can do," they proudly say within themselves, thinking little of the consequences. Thus do they while away the time with the sickening gossip of college, until the bell announces the hour of recitation and they all repair thither.

The curtain being again drawn, discloses a scene in Prof H__s recitation room. The Prof. is seated on a high rostrum, assuming all the dignity of his lofty station. His class consists of between thirty and forty young men of all sorts of characters and dispositions.28 one is grave and sober, another all fume and fuss, another delighting in his wit, another trifling beyond all tolerance. After calling the roll Prof.29 commences the recitation. He calls upon Mr.30 G__. to translate some English sentences into French; which Mr. G__. does admirably well no less to his own satisfaction than to that of Prof.31 Mr.32 H__. is next called upon. He couldprobably write the exercise very well, but makes some awful mistakes in pronunciation, much to the amusement of Prof.33 and his own discomforture. The recitation thus proceeds until at last the celebrated wit of the class is called upon, Mr. J__. Prof34 asks him to translate the sentence, Have you the bad butter,35 into French. Mr. J__. replies—Avez-vous le vieux beurre. Prof. informs the gentleman that vieux means old. Mr. J__. startles him with the brilliancy of his wit by informing him in return that, old butter is generally bad. Prof.36 is forced to acknowledge the wit of his remark, and J__. takes his seat amid the applause of his class-mates, feeling highly gratified with his performance. Prof.37 has hardly suppressed their loud congratulations, when the bell rings and all leave the room, seeming highly honoured at having so brilliant an intellect among them.

We next disclose a dining-room scene. About a hundred & fifty students are standing at the door of the dining-room, ready to rush in at the first sound of the Bell. The Bell rings and all rush in together, as if determined to devour the food in a moment. The tales of the Harpies, themselves presents not a greedier picture. The Lady of the house tries to restore some order; but her cries only resemble those of the frightened sea-fowl amid the roar of the tempest. All is confusion and nothing is heard save the clashing of knives and forks. Every one seemsdetermined to do ample justice to the cause of eating. There is no hog of the Epicurean herd, that who would not be surprised at the scene. The clash of the eating utensils is, ever and anon, drowned amid the cries of the eaters for more to consume.38 Figuratively speaking, the plates and dishes may be said to shrink from the grasp of those who seem ready to devour them. At length the demands of the stomach are satisfied, and by degrees they all retire, leaving marks of their ravages behind them, and all repair to their rooms to await the announcement by the Bell of the time for the next recitation.

The ringing of the Bell and the hurrying of the students to their respective recitation rooms, opens our next scene. We follow one particular crowd and soon find ourselves in Dr P__s mathematical recitation room. The Dr is a venerable old man with hoary locks, wears spectacles and looks all the time as though he were trying to discover, according to mathematical rules, whether or not the moon is inhabited or something else beyond human reach. All respect him for his virtues and admire him for his talents. His class consists of about thirty, most of them distinguished for their standing in their class. The recitation commences. Mr. A__. is first called upon. He has been diligent in the performance of the duty assigned him, and the consequence is that he makes a goodrecitation and sits down with a self approving conscience to urge him on to greater exertion. Dr P__. next calls on Mr. W__. who has been spending his time idly and consequently feels that he is entirely unprepared to recite. He however puts on a bold face and appears on the floor. The proposition is given to him and he reluctantly approaches the black-board. Oh! how he is mortified to have to show his ignorance to the class, oh! how he wishes that he had have39 studied the lesson more. In vain does he try to scratch up ideas in his head, in vain does he look imploringly at the piece of chalk in his hand, as if he would beseech it to guide his hand rightly instead of he40 guiding it. But no aid comes. At last the Dr asks him if he is ready to explain. He replies, yes, and straightway proceeds to the best of his ability; but, like a man walking in the dark, he stumbles over every obstacle. The Dr discovers his want of information and endeavors to assist him; but he knows so little about it that he cannot appreciate what the Dr says. At length however the Dr succeeds in making him understand something about it, when W__. is allowed to take his seat, much mortified and disheartened at having made so bad a recitation. Thus the recitation proceeds, every one who is called upon having to give a proof how41 he has been spendinghis time, whether profitably or otherwise. The Dr is just getting in42 a fair way to give one poor fellow what we call in familiar phrase, "particular goss", when some guardian angel, having heard his prayers for deliverance, lends wings to the tardy moments: and the sound of the same old Bell, so sweet43 to his ears, is heard again, announcing the hour for evening prayers. All, bidding the Dr an affectionate farewell for the evening, leave the room.

Our last scene opens again in the Chapel with evening prayers. Ah! what a happy throng, just released from the stern duties of the day. Every one seems to wear a smile on his countenance, and even the poor fellow who has made a bad recitation forgets his mortification in the general glee. The prayer is ended and we leave them all hurrying away to partake of the evening meal.

In this detail it has been ours44 to show how the characters of the students at College correspond to the characters of those out in world.45 That at college, as out in world,46 there are the idle who have no energy, the fickle-minded and meddlesome who, for want of proper employment, are ever ready to jump into any kind of excitement, but best of all that there are those, ever ready to perform well the duties incumbent upon them. Thus may college in truth be called—a word47 in miniature.