Little did we think when we first mentioned the matter of Memorial Hall to a long suffering public, that the avenging Nemesis would so soon come upon us. Ever since that fatal day, communications have flowed into our office until we had literally to wade through them to get to our editorial desk. And what a variety; enough to put the rats of Hamlin to shame; some, aggressive and pungent, others caustic and malicious, others again, whining and plaintive; one calls for the auditor's report, another for the bursar's; one asks for an expert, and another wants new directors. One writer tells us that, as we had had so much about Memorial, we need not insert his communication unless we wanted to. To this man we must confess ourselves infinitely obliged; really, we had never thought of such a thing as inserting his article-in the waste-basket until we received his kind permission. But this is not the worst; while we are torn by dissensions at home, foreign enemies take arms against us. Every mail brings us some paper in which we are horrified to find some marked article about "discrepancies." Why, it has become our b&?;te noire; it follows us everywhere, sleep brings us no balm, for we dream of it; when we awake, we see from our window a glaring bulletin about the "dining hall." Oh, what have we done to merit this? If we have sinned, then let the mills of the gods, like the tutor paid by the hour, grind slowly, but oh, exceeding fine.