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HARVARD COLLEGE.

A DIALOGUE.

[Two Seniors meet in the path that runs through the old graveyard.]

1ST SENIOR. I should think you mad, if madness were a possible result of four annuals in French, German, Natural History, and the History of Music. What on earth are you staring at that piece of dirty paper for?

2D SENIOR. I found it lying here. I've made out four lines of the writing on it: they are in verse. I'll warrant they are more of a puzzle than you can solve.

1ST S. Let's sit down and decipher the old scrap, a la Champollion. Here's a convenient tomb for a sofa. Great gad! think of sitting on a man who had won

"MAXIMAM PIETATIS, ERUDITIONIS, FACUNDIAE LAUDEM!"

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Here's another, - died five years before the Venetians blew up the Parthenon. (Reading.)

"AEQUANIMITATE VIX AEQUIPARANDA PRAEDITI,

PIETATE, PROBITATE, ERUDITIONE CONSPICUI."

The good man had as many virtues as the windows in the Memorial Hall.

2D S. Come, read this.

1ST S. Well, give it to me.

(Reading.)

O thou whose mouth with artless ease

Frames speech which seems alike to please

The ears (Dear me, how very odd!)

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