of a first class boarding school with the healthy restraints which are so difficult of application in a college government. In a word, it was a model school of the kind. Mr. Griswold had used every means which lay in his power to give to his son Thomas, the highest benefits of this institution. The teachers had been diligent and faithful in the performance of their duties, and his fond parent looked forward with an earnest and trustful hope that his boy would be the joy of his declining years; that he would fill with competence and intelligence some of the high offices of trust and power usually consequent upon a professional career.

Thomas, as the reader has already learned, was now pursuing his collegiate course. George Melville has found in him a congenial spirit. The characters of the two, formed by the early home and school association and employment; or rather, want of employment; want of active labor; want of that hard work; want of that knowledge of obedience and just appreciation of cause and effect which labor, under a healthy and proper control, seldom or never fails to bestowthus their thoughts, feelings, impulses, and general characters had been moulded, in some respects, alike.

On the Tuesday morning referred to, the two friends were quietly seated upon the front steps of the "South College." Hamilton College is built upon a very high hill, about three-quarters of a mile from Clinton Village. The distance up the hill, from the valley below, to the College grounds, is about the same. The College precincts inclose nearly twenty acres of land. Three four-story stone buildings, each containing two separate halls, and thirty-two suites of rooms, form the College proper. Besides this a

fine stone church edifice, used as a chapel, laboratory, etc. The buildings stand in a row, from south to north, in the following order: South College, Chapel, Middle College, North College. Since the time of this history, a convenient Observatory has been. erected. One of the most powerful telescopes in the United States is to be placed in it. This description, the reader will please bear closely in mind, as it will be necessary to a full understanding of some incidents which occupied the attention of Mr. George Melville and his friend Thomas F. Griswold.

"Well, Tam, my cigar is about finished. Old Sassy is decidedly behind time; it is now five minutes to eight by my watch. There goes the bell for morning prayers, by Jove !"

"Yes, George; and, hurrah! there comes 'Sassy,' as sure as sprinkles before a thunderstorm."

"True-sighted this time, Tam, and no discount, as you say your governor expresses himself when he means to be distinctly intelligible. The thunderstorm will come, but we must be sure and set the sprinkles dropping, that the lightning may have a fair chance to play. Wait a moment, until 'Sassy' makes for the South College. He is now, I perceive, hitching up his quadrupedem, like a faithful and careful jehu. Time will soon work changes with that ani

mal."

"We must not be seen here, George."

"Faithful monitor! Thou art right. In the house there is safety."

Quickly the two friends ran into the South Hall of the South College. The candy peddler entered the college yard and came trudging up the avenue to the South College, bearing two large tin cans hanging

from a neck-yoke, in the true style of a yankee-notion foot peddler.

"Ah! Sassy," said Melville, stepping from his hiding-place, “just arrived?”

"Yes. Will you have some candy to-day, Mr. Melville? Got some very nice. The old woman beat herself this time."

"Well; give us half-a-dozen sticks. By the way, what's the trouble between you and Mr. Griswold? He says you have treated him very ungentlemanly."

"Mr. Melville, all I did was to ask him for ten dollars and twenty-two cents, which he owes me for candy."

"Why do you not wait for your money until the usual time?"

"The reason is, they say Griswold is getting to be wild, and that he don't pay. I used to think he was a smart fellow, but sence I axed him for the bill I've changed 'pinion.”

"Well, Sassy, you must look out for him; perhaps he may play some of his smartness on you."

"Let him try it once. I'm 'nough for him." "Well, Sassy, keep an eye on him.”

With this, the peddler entered the North Hall of the South College, and commenced his usual round of visits to the rooms. Finding, however, that all were empty, he took a seat in room number three, and waited quietly for the release of "his customers." "His customers" is an appellation quite appropriate, for he had sold candy to the fathers of some of the students then in the College.

"Come forth, Old Tam! Sassy has departed.

Thine hour of vengeance draweth nigh. Seest thou yonder quadrupedem? Let us try his speed.

Mayhap his legs may show some wit,

Of flesh, 'tis clear, they've not a bit."

To gain the road consumed only a moment. Looking carefully to see that they were unobserved, the horse was quickly untied and headed for the South. Applying the whip, Melville found he was an active animal, although evidently half starved. He drove the horse behind the rear of the Middle College, where they unhitched and unharnessed him. Tying him carefully in a corner of a large wood-shed, our two friends proceeded very quietly to place the buggy in the same condition it enjoyed before it was originally put together.

"Tam, you've got the wrench, I hope. By Jove! I've got my hand all tar. Here, give us a lift on this nut. It starts hard. Won't it try the old sinner's mechanical talents somewhat to put this go-cart together again. Tam, this is my first lesson in real labor. Don't the sweat pour, though! There! now for the rope. Two wheels at a time. Tie it on tight. Now, go up on the chapel roof, and let down the string."

Griswold did as requested. In a few moments he appeared on the top of the building, and lowered a light but strong cord. This, Melville tied to the rope, by means of which, the whole buggy was drawn up on to the chapel roof, and safely deposited in the belfry.

"Ten minutes to nine, hey! Time enough left. There go the juniors, though. Keep shady, Tam." After waiting the ten minutes, all the classes had

been dismissed, and most of the students had entered

their rooms for study.

"Now's our time, Tam. Here is the thorn-apple tree limb, and a beauty it is. Every point on it is sharper than a needle! What a splendid tail, though. Give us the cord, Tam. There! I rather guess that horse's tail, and that thorn-apple tree limb are united nolens volens. Now give him his head, Tam."

"Hold! George, let me take an observation, and see if the coast is clear. George, Old Prex is coming over to his room."

"Good, Tam! Let us see how much practical piety he will exhibit towards a poor dumb beast."

With the word, the horse was allowed his freedom. Our readers must imagine the effect of a thorn-apple tree limb tied to the tail of a wide-awake horse. At every jump he made, his tail whipped the sharp thorns into his flesh, breaking many of them off, and giving the poor animal terrible torment. He was soon flying within precincts forbidden to all of his kind, at the top of his speed. The students of ancient lore, realized, if they never did until then, the beauty of that celebrated line which occurs in one of the books of the Enead, descriptive of the galloping of horses over the plain:

"Quadrupe | dante pu | trem soni | tu quatit | ungula | campum." * A hundred and fifty wild young men were soon eagerly chasing after the maddened horse. The old college walls echoed to such shouts of laughter as had not been heard since their corner-stone was laid.

"Run, Jim! run!"-"Walker, head him! ha! ha!

* Read by the scanning.