How sweetly and how truly do these “speaking” verses describe the exact emotions of my heart! Forty-two years have passed away since I put on the freshman's gown—yet on every revisiting of Alma Mater, there should seem to be some secretly-stirring spirit, which, if it gently chide me for hours neglected, and studies shunned, still assures me that I have not lived altogether an unworthy or unprofitable Son. There is, and ever will be, an unspeakable pleasure, as well as a defensible pride, in this declaration. Peace to the spirits of such, who have revisited the ivied walls and grey battlements of EITHER university with emotions less honourable and consoling! I was matriculated an independent member and commoner of St. John's College during the vice-chancellorship of Dr. Wills,- a name that merits to be enrolled among those of the later WORTHIES of the University. Dr. Dennis was the then president of the college. I had the slightest possible knowledge of him; as, in those days, the distance between an independent freshman and the head of the college was great, unless an immediate approach was to be obtained through the medium of a letter of introduction. I had nothing of the sort; and why St. John's College was selected for me, neither my late master nor myself were ever able to ascertain.