but no such intimation came. The worthy old Doctor was
contented with the punishment he had already inflicted, but reminded
them occasionally of their midnight frolic, and brought blushes up to
their cheeks, by some sly allusion.

College days are now over: our heroes have graduated with some
distinction, notwithstanding their many peccadilloes, and have bid
farewell forever to the "academic shades," figuratively speaking, of
their Alma Mater. They have amazed, delighted, and edified the ladies
present at the Commencement by the eloquence of their Greek and Latin
orations: the pretty creatures listened with rapt attention, and most
intelligent countenances, to the whole. Had it been Cherokee, it would
have proved the same thing. They did not enlighten the audience, as a
learned old Scotchman, who, some fifty years ago, was President of one
of our northern colleges, actually did at a commencement speech. He had
a board of trustees, whom he looked upon with great contempt, as
illiterate men; and not being on the best terms with them, he
determined upon a characteristic revenge. Turning round to one side of
the stage, where some of them were seated, whenever he quoted Latin, he
gave the explanation, "That's _Latin_, gentlemen;" and again, when he
introduced any Greek, bowing to the other side, "That's _Greek_,
gentlemen." But one incident occurred, showing equal respect to the
classical acquirements of those around him: Will Forsythe, whose memory
was none of the best, feeling a sudden lapse of it in the very middle of
his speech, with imperturbable impudence, recommenced from his
starting-point, and made an admirable impression. Thunders of applause
rewarded him when he made his parting bow.

The two friends still kept together. They visited the Falls of Niagara,
Canada, Saratoga, and Newport; and yet, strange to say, their purses
were not exhausted. What shall they do next? they are ready for any
frolic that presents itself. They have money in their pockets, young
blood in their veins, unlimited time at their disposal, and, of course,
they must be in some mischief, as neither of them has lost his heart,
and become sentimental. While in New York, Forsythe accidentally took up
a newspaper, and that determined the especial kind of wickedness in
which they should engage. He noticed a number of pompous advertisements
of fortune-tellers under the head of astrology, which gave him an idea.
He showed them to Barrington, who obs