and intelligible lines such as all may understand, whether
musical or not, his song is like this,--and you may rely upon its
accuracy, for I wrote it down from his own lips this morning:--

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SIDE-GLANCES AT HARVARD CLASS-DAY

It happened to me once to "assist" at the celebration of Class-Day at
Harvard University. Class-Day is the peculiar institution of the
Senior Class, and marks its completion of College study and lease from
College rules.

Harvard has set up her Lares and Penates in a fine old grove, or a fine
old grove and green have sprouted up around her, as the case may
be,--most probably the latter, if one may judge from the appearance of
the buildings which constitute the homes of the students, and which
seem to have been built, and to be now sustained, without the remotest
reference to taste or influence, but solely to furnish
shelter,--angular, formal, stiff, windowy, bricky, and worse within
than without. Why, I pray to know, as the first inquiry suggested by
Class-Day, why is it that a boys' school should be placed beyond the
pale of civilization? Do boys take so naturally to the amenities of
life, that they can safely dispense with the conditions of amenity?
Have boys so strong a predisposition to grace, that society can afford
to take them away from home and its influences, and turn them loose
with dozens of other boys into a bare and battered boarding-house, with
its woodwork dingy, unpainted, gashed, scratched; windows dingy and
dim; walls dingy and gray and smoked; everything narrow and rickety,
unhomelike and unattractive?

America boasts of having the finest educational system in the world.
Harvard is, if not the most distinguished, certainly among the first
institutions in the country; but it is necessary only to stand upon the
threshold of the first Harvard house which I entered, to pass through
its mean entry and climb up its uncouth staircase, to be assured that
our educational system has not yet found its key-stone. It has all the
necessary materials, but it is incomplete. At its base it is falling
every day more and more into shape and symmetry, but towards the top it
is still only a pile of pebbles and boulders, and no arch. We have
Primary Schools, Grammar Schools, High Schools, in which, first, boys
and girls are educated together, as it seems impossible not to believe
that God