To-day the class of eighty-six gathers together almost for the last time as a class. Nothing that we can say will fully express the thoughts which must fill the mind of every senior as his class day dawns upon him. All the memories of four years crowd upon him and force home the conviction, hard at first to gain, that college days are days of the past. The present senior class have seen many changes at Harvard since their entrance as freshmen, and it is said that the present year will witness a greater change than any yet inaugurated, - the abolition of the present marking system. But the present graduating class need have little care for the marking system, with class day and graduation one period of life closes, and gives way to another far more momentous. Every member of the college next year will doubtless miss some one face numbered in eighty six. But if any class can leave an example worthy of their successors, the class of eighty six has done so. The literary power of the class is almost unprecedented, their scholarship has done them credit; but it will not require a very extensive lapse of time to prove that the lessons of a college, however large, are not the lessons of life. The power of grind must resolve itself into pluck, facility to learn must become sagacity, and ambition for college honors must give place to a higher and nobler strife, to make college training a proper preparation for after life. But why need we offer the unprofitable advice of a younger brother? It is justly expected of us to say, "Your record is one of which you may be proud, and with you go our heartfelt wishes for success." This we do say and to it we add, that the work of which the members of eighty-six have shown themselves capable, justifies us in prophecying for them a brilliant future. But the advice of the CRIMSON has no claims to be heeded beyond graduation and we modestly retire now that the curtain has dropped upon another year. But we trust that next year will see the Harvard professional schools crowded with members of the present senior class, although we never again may hear a full toned cry of '86.