No dancing; no cards; no theatricals; a yearly concert at commencement, and typhoid fever in the fall.

On the Lord's Day some children were not allowed to read the _Youth's Companion_, or pluck a flower in the garden.

But one old working woman rebelled.

"I ain't going to have my daughter Frances brought up in no superstitious tragedy." She was far in advance of her age.
I have always delighted in college songs from good voices, whether sung when sitting on the old common fence (now gone) at the "sing out" at the close of the year, or merrily trolling or tra-la-laing along the streets.

What a surprise when one glorious moonlight night which showed up the magnificent elms then arching the street before our house--the air was full of fragrance--I was suddenly aroused by several voices adjuring me, a lady of beauty, to awake.