AT last it is settled that the Seniors are to have a Class Day. The Corporation, taking the matter out of the hands of the Faculty as well as the Class itself, have put an end to petty disputes, and a programme (of a somewhat mongrel nature, to be sure) has been arranged. The morning is to be occupied with a single event, interesting only to those immediately concerned, - the breakfast given by Mr. Lowell to the graduating class. The outside world will not be expected to make themselves visible until three in the afternoon. At that hour the favored fair will be seated on the soft boards which surround Holmes Field, and they will witness, in place of the exercises around the tree a base-ball match between the University Nines of Yale and Harvard. Then from five o'clock to ten we shall have the regular traditional exercises of Class Day. The amount of festivity which will prevail during these hours is unfortunately an uncertain quantity. If we win the match, the spectators of the contest will adjourn to the various spreads with light hearts and excellent appetites, the evening will wear happily away, and when the lanterns begin to fall our guests will reluctantly depart from the scene of revelry. If a cruel fate decides the contest otherwise, the result will be - But no, we decline to consider this side of the question. We rejoice that "our latest, largest class" is after all not to "dip out like a penny candle," and we sincerely trust that the 22d of June will long be remembered by the Class as the peaceful ending of an unpleasant controversy, and the happy termination of four eventful years.