ition, and stamped about at a great rate, being quite unable to
get down stairs. In the morning, when the Professor was ready for his
usual ride, where was his horse? It had vanished, and the stable-door
was open: thieves must have been prowling about in the night. At last,
the trick was discovered; and then, as Will Forsythe said, "I could
paint that horse, which was rather restive, but I would not undertake to
paint the wrath of the Professor." Of course, no one did it--it was
impossible to discover the guilty individuals. But the poor animal did
not enjoy the frolic as much as the wild youngsters, for he died in
consequence; and this unfortunate termination of the exploit put a stop
to any practical jokes for the enormous period of several months. To
make up the unexpected loss to the Professor, the two friends sent him,
anonymously, a sum of money equal to the value of the horse.

But the moral discipline inflicted by the luckless death of the green
and white horse, did not endure forever. They say, that when a
subterranean fire exists, and old craters are abandoned, new ones are
thrown up: the inward, irresistible power must have a vent. Perhaps it's
somewhat so with us, lovers of fun. I see uncle shake his head at me,
and know that he thinks I'm inculcating bad morality: but indeed, nature
will out, as well as murder. You must know that the excellent President,
who had a great deal of dry humor in his composition, had procured a
nice new vehicle. Every one liked the old gentleman, and yet, so great
is the love of frolic inherent in some reprobate minds, that when the
idea of carrying off his carriage was first broached at one of their
little private suppers, by that wicked imp Will Forsythe, it was met
with shouts of applause. It was resolved to convey it away, in the dead
of the night, to a little piece of woods belonging to the Doctor, at a
distance of about three miles from the college, and there to leave it.
The plan was to be carried into execution that very night.

Accordingly, at midnight, eight forms might have been seen carefully
descending from eight windows, and skulking along in the shade, for the
moon was shining brilliantly, until they got beyond the college limits.
They drew out the carriage, and proceeded slowly along the road: no one
was astir except themselves. When they had passed all the houses, they
no longer felt the need of keeping the strict silence they had at first
thought necessary, and