CLASS DAY AT HARVARD.

DEAR HOSEA, - Here I am, in this Queen City of New England, and boarding in one of the most select parts of Boston (the South End), with a most affable lady, of means and refinement, whose name is Smith.

When first I heard of Boston, Hose, I took but little stock in it. Poor ignoramus, I fancied it like our own town, - another Oronto! So I inferred from the fact that whelps are like their dams; and, by comparing little things with great, I erred most sadly. But this Boston is as much bigger than Oronto as the noble cypress surpasses the verbena.

I was very fortunate in reaching here in time to go out to Cambridge Class Day; and now let me tell you all about it. In the cars I met a very charming gentleman, named Mr. Poco, who told me all about the students, and a good many college anecdotes. Pretty soon we came to the Port, where he said the Freshmen, after taking their big Bass further up the river, came nightly to fish for striped Bas, and to shoot ducks. I did not see any water, but suppose I was on the wrong side of the car.

Later on we got to the Colleges, which occupy a great deal of valuable property, and, I was informed, almost entirely support the expenses of the city. The Yard was very gay with hacks and stages, and looked as cheerful as our old camp-meetings. It was very different from the Puritanic university Prexie Short Hair told us of; but, then, he came there in vacation, and may have got a one-sided idea of student life at Harvard.

The young men seem to have a peculiar affection, not unlike St. Vitus's Dance, which settles in their elbows, and makes both arms unduly active. I really was surprised to see how they got through the massive and artistic gate-posts.

When the band played, a long line of fashionably dressed youths fell into line and marched to prayers, as I was told, to the tune of "Believe me if all these endearing." Mr. Poco kindly pointed out the popular men, but an old friend suddenly called him, and he left me somewhat abruptly, after introducing me to a Mr. Proctor, who seemed like one of my own class, and with whom I felt at once quite at home.

I saw many of the undergraduates had buttonhole bouquets, but some poor fellows could n't afford this, and had little ribbons instead; I asked their names, but Mr. Proctor knew none. He advised me to go over to Appleton Lyceum to hear the exercises, which were very intellectual. I could understand some of the Poem, but the other parts were exceedingly deep. When these were ended we all went out to the Boylston Museum, and the class buried a tree.

Everybody, it seemed, had a picnic in the rooms, and I went over to Mr. Mattes's tavern and got a few corn-cakes, and went into a room to eat my lunch. A tall young man with light hair was very kind to me and showed me the way out, - which I knew, having just come in, but I suppose he did not understand who I was.

I asked if there was a chapter of the D. F. in Harvard, but learned it was a Yale organization.

The Memorial Hall is the place where the students eat. I enjoyed seeing this exquisite structure very much, but being, as you know, nearsighted, failed to grasp its full beauties. A pleasant young man showed me over the Hall. The Bills of Fare on notable occasions are engraved on slabs and put up on the walls; I tried to read these, but my eyes were not strong enough.

I thought best to go and buy a College paper, and was disappointed to find the Lampoons all sold, and I would not buy the new paper called "Advocate," so I got a heliotype of the Football Nine and went back to the Yard; by this time it was evening, and the trees were covered with jack-o'lanterns, and the Glee Club serenaded the band. I was pained to see how many poor little boys were around, but was told they were the children of the "goodies," and had special privileges.

There was a break-down in Massachusetts Hall during the afternoon, and I heard there would be a Stag Dance at midnight; but, being very tired, I hurried home, and determined to go out next week to see the rooms; so soon as I have been, I will write you, and until then, with love,

Ever your aff. classmate,

And Brother in the Soc. of D. F.

ORONTO YALE NEOPHOGEN.LOVE to AZ, and the kittens.