ceived your diploma, magna cum laude! Twenty-five years ago! Is it possible? and this fine fellow? Really? Seventeen years old, is he? And you are looking at carpets for his room in the fall? Now you ladies are safe. Mr. Holworthy shall take Miss Ingham to see the Vas-Sol* and the statue of Day, the printer, while I and Mrs. Ingham"No? Then we will all keep together, only we have but three hours left, and I shall hurry you everywhere. Miss Ingham, this is Mr. Holden Holworthy. He is an undergraduate here, and will explain everything to you. Yes, you will, Holden; a fellow who has only just passed his examinations knows more than anybody else in the world."

So we cross to the old building with the cupola and the bell.

is the narrow gulf

Yonder, up four stories, which Tutor McKean jumped over in his undergraduate days. He had been melting pewter into the college.

The Vas-Sol tombstone is in the burying ground opposite the college yard. It is the same stone which Mr. Lowell and Dr. Holmes refer to. Vas-Sol--a vase, and the sun-represent the Vassal family.

bell, heard steps below, walked down the roof and sprang across the little gap to the roof of Hollis, so as to secure his retreat. A little triangle on the end wall, if you could see it, would show where the Buttery was when fellows breakfasted and supped in their rooms. They came here for milk and bread. At the head of these stone steps there used to be a sundial a hundred years ago. We have the dial now, rescued from an old junk shop, and when "we get round to it" "we shall mount it here again. They need another sundial on the gable of Massachusetts yonder. At the pump yonder, Holden, your grandfather filled his pail once a day or more often, and then he lugged it up into the fourth story of Hollis. Yes, there is the old elm which we used to dance around on class day. Holden, that little brick chapel is named for the ladies whose honored name you bear. They were rich Nonconformists of England, who sent word that they should like to build a chapel for the college. The corporation was frugal-as was frugal-as it is now

counted its little handful of students, I suppose, and allowed for a possible increase of fifty per cent, and built this dear little sanctuary. When the ladies Holden got the bills, they were sadly disappointed because it was so small. They had imagined something like the magnificent chapels of Oxford or Cambridge. Such, at least, is the tradition. That was my room, for two years, up one flight, rear of Stoughton. Yes, named after the old governor. But this is not the old Stoughton. That was burned down in the siege of Boston. Here is Holworthy—named for your kinsman, Hollis; and now I am going to hurry you out from the "yard" proper by the new gate because I want you to have half an hour at Memorial Hall, half an hour at each of the museums, and Holden there will want to take us all into the gymnasium, and you must at least see the observatory and the Botanic Garden.

As we come out, dear Mrs. Ingham, pray notice how characteristic and venerable this fine gateway is. Really it is not ten years