THE order of exercises on a Commencement has been stereotyped by custom, so that little more need be said in regard to any particular one than that it was like all preceding. Last year there were the usual happy reunions of the Graduates in different rooms of the dormitories; the usual affecting meetings in the Yard of friends who for years had not felt the strength of one another's arms, and upon the rather noisy demonstration of whose emotions the partial proctor gazed without a thought of publics or of suspensions, but with a sigh that by his unnatural employment he had cut himself adrift from all who had any right to fall upon his neck and greet him - hic - dear old fellow; the same old dinner-procession, whose dignified, slow-moving head gave no indication of the riotous life displayed by its swaying tail; and finally, the ancient scholar was there, who every year nobly refuses his dinner, that he may spend the afternoon in exhorting the lazy scapegraces lolling in the halls and on the grass to persevere in polite studies. We can afford to forget the contempt of his "Hibernicus ego natus sum; tu es Americanus" when we remember how well he sugared his pill to be in studiis diligentissimos by Paul's famous advice to Timothy.

One remarkable thing there was, however, at least in the mind of a brilliant Episcopal clergyman of Boston, and that was, the wonderful ingenuity shown in selecting dull subjects for Commencement parts.