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NEMISIS, BY. UTUSGEN. The bell had rang for the dismis sion of the classes from the last reci tation of the day. It was the open ing week of the term, and a party of students assembled to welcome the arrival of friends on the evening train. The omnibus Btopped in front of the hotel, and a peal of “ howdies,” expressive of sincere welcoming, rang out from the crowd. In the next moment, there was hearty grasping of hands, followed by short, interrup ted rehearsals of the pleasures of va cation. I had listened to the detail of a fox hunt, and was turning away for a walk, when a voice called after me— “ Charlie Irving !” I waited till a classmate came up to say that anew student had just asked for me, “ and,” he continued, “who is he ? I have rarely seen a fellow with such an at tractive face. His open, manly coun tenance, fine forehead, and brilliant eyes, have won my admiration.” I knew at once that it was Harry Mohon, my cousin, whom I expected at College, but not quite so early.— He had been told that 1 was among the party assembled thero, and I found him looking eagerly for me. He seized my hand with the real gladness of one who has discovered a familiar friend among strangers; and after a few inquiries about uncles, aunts, and cousins, I ordered his bag age sent to my boarding house, and we started to my room. Charlie was indeed a handsome, t iMb.no the heights. JK^PIPgEORQI^ -SEPT. 17,1870. noble looking 'js!oir. There was not an bis,face. A soft-ldfelioess was min- Wled with the glance his eye ( raoutbwhich €Yißqj^re»pjpD|p>, r Waved a genial united with the firmness of every lineament an expression of girlish gentleness and innocence, and there was a state liness in bis walk and bearing which was hardly compatible with the char acter of boys generally at eighteen, but in Charlie it was natural, and pe culiarly attractive. He was an only son, his mother's idol, his father’s pride. Reared in the lap of luxury, and yet restrained from prodigality. Learned to be le nient and yielding, and yet trained to be firm. Taught to love virtue and truth, and educated to spurn vice and falsehood. Thus combining in his character the dual elements of a mother’s softer, gentler virtues, and a father’s nobler, stronger traits. Such was the boy that left the sanctity of his home to be thrown upon the casualties of College life He came pure, uncontaminated from his mother’s side; with her parting kies as a talisman upon his lips, ajyj her last prayer still echoing in bis ear. The four years spent at College, constitute a critical epoch in a young man's life. Every boy has heard of palms borno off from the arena of debate, and of laurels which bound the brow of him who carried away the first honors of his class. On leav ing home, each young breast swells high with the hope of sharing his part in these College honors. The heart of each young dreamer beats quicker as he fancies himself the first of his society—the first in his class, or the orator of the day at Com mencement. If, then, upon entering College, he sees others towering above him, it is too often the case that the disappointment is the occa sion of a waste of time, decay of in tellect, and loss of principle. He may yield to temptations that are every where thrown around him and be come a ruined boy. A mother, then, may well shed tears of anxious grief as she sends her heart’s dearest idol away; and a father may well breatho his parting blessing upon the boy on whom he hopes to lean in declining years. Harry Mohon had never been al lowed many associates. He had been raised almost exclusively in the so ciety of his parents. And noble, ge nerous, and confiding as he was, I dreaded the freedom of companion *hip thus suddenly allowed him. His boarding house was all that could be to keep pure bis feelings and refine his manners. 'His landlady, a noble, good woman, was in every re spect- a mother to “ her boys.”— Childless herself, she devoted her whole time to promoting the comfort and pleasure of the few students whom she took into her home; so then, there was nothing to be feared from Harry's hoarding-house associa tions. The danger was out in Col lege. He would form attachments there. Whom would his unsuspect ing nature take to his bosom ? Would he draw to his heart some dastardly fellow who would stain his spotless purity and corrupt his soul? It would soon be known that he was the only heir to a large fortune. Would not his wealth court the attention of friends who were dangerous ? I fear ed for him ; I could not help fearing. Somehow I had a presentiment that evil would befkll him. He bad entered the Junior Glass “half-advanced.” His ready an swers in the examination for admis sion, drew from the professors re marks that were highly complimen tajy,; apdin a .abort while he was declared the most talented and prom ising young man in his class. As the term advanced, Harry’s growing popularity pleased and alarmed me. He spent more of his time with nis friends. There was no apparent diminution of affection for me, yet I fancied that bp was chang ed. He did not speak so frequently of his mother; ho did not write home so often. However, I wanted to at tribute these slight remissions of affection to the fact that be was be coming daily more attached to a youDg lady whom he had met at an entertainment given to quite a num ber of new students at the opening of the term. Ho spoke of her fre quently, and visited her regularly.— At a party a few evenings past, I saw him with her, and was satisfied from the sly exchange of glances that there was a “ mutudl understanding.” There could be no objection to this attachment. I have always been in favor of Juniors and Seniors having “ sweet-hearts.” It is not, so difficult for a young man at that age, to find his ideal personified. At a more ad vanced period, men lose all the fer° vor and glow of imaginative youth, and their affections spring out of mercenary motives. But pardon this digression. Was this all that affected Harry’s deport mont? 1 feared that there was some- TE^MS—S2.SO PER AIOfUM. NUMBER 3. thing else which he. had not confided to me. One day, in the-recitation room, au anonymous note was pass* ed to me from some member of my class. .. “Do 'you* know‘'where Hohon spends his afternoons ? Bid him be ware of that ‘fSocialClub?' There is a devil kidt.” I was startled. What was “ that Social Club?” I showed the note to Harry. As he read jt bis face flush ed with passion. Raising himself indignantly, he said in a threatening manner, “Each member of that Club is a man of honor, and it is well for the author of that scrip that he attache! no name.” “ Can you tell me something about the club Harry ? Who are ,your friends, the members?” “At the suggestion of Halgrave, the leader of the club, we agreed to tell only our object, which is to meet in the room of one of its members after the day’s study is over, to enjoy some diversion, and give relaxation to our minds, h woftjd have told you before, but did not wish to mention it until I could ask you to join us. 1 became a member on condition that I could introduce you as soon as one of its members left for home, which he expects to do at an early day.” “It is simply a social meeting of friends then ?” “ That is all.” And then he men tioned the names of the five who, with himself, made up the club. I was not intimate with any of the young men. I knew them only as classmates; and as Harry was so in censed, I did not venture an opinion of their characters. As Commencement drew near, ho abandoned the club. The term ex aminations wereappointed, and those who were aspiring to class distinc tions, gave up all amusements for hard study. It was believed that young Mohon would be the “ facile princeps” of his class. The last examination was over, and those who were chosen as speak ers waited anxiously for the time when they would appear on the stage. The Junior day dawned—bright, glorious day—smiling upon Mohon, as his enthusiastic, thrilling eloquenco held an in silent admira tion. Father and mother were there to witness with pride, the brilliant effort of a son; friends were there to strew his retreat from the stage with flowers and offer congratulations; and she to whom bis young life was