Our recess, like other Christmas joys, is now but a memory of a pleasant past. The call "once more to the breach, dear friends" comes upon us, to waken us from the dream-like reality of our vacation. So absorbed had we become in scenes in other places, other duties and other pleasures, that Cambridge and the semis had almost vanished. It was necessary to rub our eyes to appreciate the reality of dormitory, yard and sanctum. The loneliness, mud, and utter confusion reigning in these places respectively were evidences, alas prima facie, that Christmas vacation has wrought changes only in ourselves. With firmer hearts, therefore, let us come squarely to the front, meet and master our foes, and gain the satisfaction of well earned rewards.
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