we were opposite the Tutor's door, creeping along almost breathless, the door opened, and out came the Tutor with a candle in his hand. He held the candle in my face, and, in the most gentlemanly manner imaginable, called me by name; and then turning to chum, with the same gentlemanly and provokingly complacent voice, called him by name.

As his eye glanced down our disguised and muddy clothes to our unshod feet, and rested a moment upon the shoes in our hands, I fancied I saw a smile struggling to curl his lip. However, he restrained it, and very politely said, "Good night, young gentlemen," and turned to go into his room. But suddenly he stopped, as though a new thought had struck him, and said,

"I perceive there is a little fire kindling out in the yard; won't you be so kind as to go down with me and help me extinguish it."

There was no time to hold a council of war, and each followed the other. Never was a man so perfectly civil, as was the Tutor, and never were two wretches so perfectly crest fallen, as my companion and I. We very submissively and silently followed him out into the yard; for how in the world could we refuse so respectful and reasonable a request?

"Will you be kind enough," said he to me, "just to roll that tar barrel out into that puddle of water. I would help you, but I see your gloves are already wet."

"Indeed you do," thought I, " and how in the world do you suppose they became wet?" But it would not do for me to think aloud.

"Mr. G." said he to my chum, "won't you put those brands in the water, and crowd them under a little, so that they can not be set on fire again easily."

Hiss-ss-s— went the brands, and all was again as dark as night. We groped our way along to the college, but the blood rushed into my face, as, once or twice, I heard a kind of stifled noise, as though the Tutor were trying to restrain convulsions of laughter. Whether this were the case or not, he was perfectly composed by the time we came to the door of his room, where the light shone upon our faces.

"Good night, young gentlemen," said he very pleasantly, "I am much obliged to you for your assistance. Let me light you up stairs."

As we walked up the stairs, he very politely held the candle, so that he could leisurely inspect the beauties of our appearance.

"Well, well, well!" said chum, as we closed the door of our room, "if this is what you call a scrape, I don't desire another."

Why," said I, "he don't know that we built the fire."

"Don't know it!!" said chum. "Did you ever hear one of the government call a student Mister before? Why he treated us as respectfully as though we were the most important personages in the country. Don't know it? Why what in the world does he suppose you are dressed in that pea jacket for, and with that old ragged hat on? And what does he suppose this coat of mine means, turned inside out, and all this tar, which he could not help seeing. I'd give twenty dollars, any minute, to be out of this scrape."

I felt a little worse than my chum, and accordingly tried to conceal my feelings by forced jokes.

"What a beautiful fire we have got out there," said I, looking out into the total darkness of the night.

"Come, come, Henry," said he "I think we have had fun enough, such as it is, for one night, and I am going to bed." "I have ruined these clothes completely," he continued, as he began to undress, "I shall never be able to wear them again. And now our fire is all out, and we must go to bed with feet both wet and cold. If we are not sick, after this, it will be very strange."

I saw that chum was indeed in a gloomy mood, and as I, in heart, felt no less so, we both in silence prepared for bed. Any person, who knows what it is to go to bed chilled through with exposure to the rain, and with feet in the state of wet icicles, will know that we could not soon fall asleep.

We had been in bed I should think a half an hour in perfect silence. I was thinking, with a good deal of anxiety, of the probable consequences of the evening's occurrence.

"Henry" said chum, in a voice which showed that he was as far from sleep as I, "Henry, if they suspend us what shall you do?"

"Poh, chum," said I, "don't talk so; it makes me feel ugly."

Well," said he drily, "if the talking makes you feel ugly, how will the reality make you feel. They will have us up before the government, to-morrow; and what under the sun can we say. We shall have to spend a few months in the country, as sure as the world, and that will be fine tidings to be carried home."

My heart beat quick, as I felt the strong probability that

chum's apprehensions would be realized. At last, however, I fell into a light doze, and, in troubled dreams, was arraigned before the government of the college. There was no escape from detection. I received a suspension bill, and, almost distracted with shame, went to a most dismal abode in the country. Again, I went home in disgrace. I met my father and mother, and oh, how deeply did I feel reproached by their silent grief. Thus the night passed away, till the morning bell called us to prayers. We both rose with stiffened limbs. Chum, found to his extreme mortification, that the scratches he received in his face by his fall, were far too deep for water to remove, and, as he had taken so violent a cold, that he could hardly speak, he felt it to be necessary for him, if possible, to avoid making his. appearance.

I, however, after having dressed myself in a new suit of clothes, went into the chapel to prayers, and from prayers to the recitation room. As the students flocked along, the remains of the miserable failure of a bonfire attracted their attention, and many were the cutting jokes that were thrown out against the unfortunate fellows, who "tried to and could n't."

In the recitation room, I was called upon to recite, but made most wretched work of it. A kind of half smile struggled upon the Tutor's lip, as he said in a voice low and almost inarticulate to every one but me. "You may sit down; you are very excusable, as you were assisting me, last evening." "W-h-a-t," whispered the student who sat next to me, "w-h-a-t in the world did he say to you."

I endeavored, as well as I could, to shuffle off the question. But, immediately after recitation, some dozen of the students came clustering around me to ascertain what I had been helping the Tutor do. I could not conceal my confusion, but I did not dare to let the truth be known, for I knew it would be a standing joke against me, that I should never hear the last of.

We went to breakfast, but I had no appetite. The apprehension of being called into the President's study, and receiving either a public reprimand, or a bill of suspension, made me most perfectly wretched. As I returned to my room, there was poor chum, looking very much like a culprit waiting his execution. We had not watched at the window long, before we saw the Tutor, going straight as an arrow, across the college yard, to the President's study. Our blood chilled within us, as we awaited the summons which should call us into that dread presence. A half hour of most woful suspense passed away,

and we saw the Tutor returning. We thought that the awful moment was now at hand. But the Tutor went quietly to his room, and, during the forenoon, no message come for us. We were, however, continually expecting a summons, and were in such a state of apprehension that it was impossible to study. Towards the close of the forenoon we concluded, that there was not time to assemble the government in the morning, and that they had postponed the subject till the evening. The anxiety we were in, was so great, that an immediate settlement any way, would almost have been a relief. Evening came, and we sat down at our fireside with most unenviable feelings. Presently, there was a tap at the door. My blood curdled. "Come in," said chum, with a faltering voice. It was a fellow student. The weary hours of the apparently interminable evening lagged along, and still no summons from the gov

ernment.

"Why, Henry," said chum, " it cannot be that the Tutor has not informed against us?"

"No," said I, "we were so completely caught, that we shall, of course, be hauled up for it. But if they were going to suspend us, I think they would have had a meeting to-day. You know they have a government meeting, every Wednesday evening. I rather think as they have got us so safe, they have put off the subject till then."

These thoughts were a little relief to our minds, but they lengthened out the period of our suspense. Wednesday evening at length came, and with it freshened feelings of apprehension. But the evening passed away - and the next day and the next, and no notice was taken of our evening adventure. Gradually our feelings became calm, and the remembrance of the scrape ceased to haunt our minds. The Tutor was a generous man as ever lived, and probably thought that our detection by himself, was punishment enough. At any rate we felt it to be so, for, one evening, as we were sitting musing by the fireside, chum suddenly spoke up

"Henry, if ever I felt grateful to a man in my life, I do to Tutor; and if I live to graduate, I will thank him for his forbearance."

Several months after the event we have now been relating, a student came into our room, late on a dark evening.

"Come," said he, " don't you want to go and have a scrape?" Chum sprang from his chair, as though he had been shot. "Scrape! you rascal-you scoundrel you villain," shouted he in the vehemence of his indignation. "Do you want

to got me into a scrape? I have had one, and it was almost the death of me. Get out of my room."

The fellow fled in terror, and no one else ever asked chum or me to enjoy the pleasures of a College "scrape."

A SATURDAY'S SAIL.

(Continued.)

At noon they were four miles down the bay on the rocky shore of an island. Their boat was bobbing up and down by a large stone to which it was fastened; and they were climbing the bank into the thick shade of the woods. One of the party carried a tin pail in his hand, containing pies and bread; and another one a coffee pot of milk, which they had obtained at the wharf. They sat upon the grass, and ate their luncheon. Smith had taken a small piece of the pie, and had called for the milk, saying that he was very thirsty. He had just put the coffee pot to his mouth, when he suddenly threw it down, "Halloo, there comes an eagle. I'll have him; you see if I do n't."

He caught up his gun, and sprung forward to a tree, which concealed him. He hastily aimed at the bird; and, as it was rising to pass over the tops of the trees, he fired. The bird fell heavily among the wet rocks which were washed by the sea-waves. He brought it into the woods, and laid it down; its wing was broken; its feathers bloody; and the bird died, gasping with fear and pain.

Smith, why do you want to kill such a bird as that?" said James, "it is cruel. It is a great deal pleasanter to see them flying about the island, than to have them dead at your feet." "Why, James, do you suppose you could do it? that is a good shot, I think."

"A good shot! I know it is; but what right have you to kill the bird? if you wanted it for food, it would be right enough; but when you kill it, merely to exercise your power and skill, I think it is wrong. I do not believe God made man lord of the creation, that he might murder in this style."

"Why, He gave us the animals for our use and pleasure, and when they promote our happiness, I think we may use them." "So we may. But then we must use them mercifully. Do you suppose God intended his creatures to prey upon one another, like so many harpies?"

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