A Southerner, in the Junior Class, said he had no doubt that the President was laughing heartily all the time.

None but a minion of the slave-power could have suggested this idea.

The President felt so much that he merely told me to return to my room.
But I perceive, by the students with letters and papers in their hands, that the mail is in.

I will add a postscript, if I find a letter from you; and I will send on the resolutions at once.

Write soon, dear Aunty, to your loving nephew, and to Yours for the slave, Gustavus..