It was by my watch eight minutes after 10 o'clock when you left my room Saturday evening. Immediately afterwards I lay down on my bed and read over my lesson for the next day. While thus engaged I observed that a few fire balls were thrown in the campus, and heard some shouting for the different candidates at the late election. I suppose it was somewhat later than half after ten, when hearing it said by some one in the campus, "The belfry is on fire", I rose up, and went to my window and lookedout. I heard the remark repeated while I was there, but as there was a considerable number of students in the campus and near the belfry, who must have known if it were so, and others appeared to be looking out from all the buildings, and there was no responsive voice or movement of any kind calculated to confirm the impression I took it for granted that nothing was the matter. The trees, you know, obstruct the view from my room, but the absence of any alarm from the numerous spectators who must have known if the belfry was really burning, convinced me that it was not. I have roomed in college nearly sixteen years and have always found the students active and alert on occasions of fire, and did not dream that it could be otherwise in suchan instance as this. I was very sluggish in consequence of my present ill health, and lay down again with my clothes on until about half after 11 o'clock, when I undressed, took a blue pill and went to bed. At half past one o'clock I was aroused by the cry of fire, when the belfry was enveloped in flames and nothing could avail to save it.