New-York daily tribune., 1861-07-08
FROM BOSTON.


With all the sorrows that weigh upon older hearts,
Young people will yet be gay. Class Day fails always
in the latter half of June and with always falls
shower. II is day memorable at Haryard-the last
of the Collegiate term devoted to public Grafton and
poem delivered by the two ayoreS OF the graduating
class. You who know everything, TRIBVsE, must
be perfectly familiar al the traditional details OF
this OCCASION but If ali yor readers know as much
as YOU, farewell to Cur little trade OF penny-a-
lining. We should then be forced like the ilusrious
IAmartne, to carry the hat round, and instruct the
public no more.
said that il always rains on Class Day, yet its de-
sired morning generally opens clear and fair. What
exertons in the way of making and millinery
fII up the days preceding, only the knowing eye OF
woman can appreciate. The services are always held
In a certain church whose denomination your servant
knowo,h not. 1t il Class-Day Churchi little else
seems known about IT, except that its plain walls and
pulpt seem TO Indicate some mild form Of dissent but
whether its usual worsbipers are saved b. Unity or
by Trinity, by Pauline faith or Christian works is
question which never occurred to your correspondent
unit, this moment. Yet he has seen decent acis per-
formed there the steadas gaze uplted to the gallery
s the perseverance OF the saints illustrated in the
poings on between young people who had little other
grace to show. But am anticipating the simple, sue
cessive statement Of things, which, ss you know,
TRiBUSE, is all ever attempt. The Cambridge
horse cars begin to be crowded by a. M, as II
is desable and difficult TO get good seats. The body Of
the church reserved for the friends Of the graduates
side pews and galleries belong to the public and the
middle aisle Is filed by the Fresbss, sopbs andJan
The church soon swims with bonnets. Oh! the pa
nr.ax,
two. or vhree, or more hours without occupation or
entertainment for some little capdle-end OF amuse-
mcpt that burns out in Eve minuteand leaves you no
better than YOU were before. Waiting is laborous, as
Millions noble line sufficiently tesdes, but how much
Of il the women do, query do they ever DO anything
elsef On Clsss Day they wait long enough, but with
poodnaturcd faces refreshing themselves by nodding
TO all their acqusintances, far and near Have yon
ever observed the imposing dignity OF fnl-dress nod
When Amelia slps ont in her shabby straw
bonnet AVOIDING the rsin and you SPY ner
through her blue vail she returns your sauaiion wih
a iinie apOlogetc acknowledgment which says; bad
hoped to escape recognition. Or il fair maon, under
stress of necessity carries stout bundle for short
dstance, and meets aristocatc acquaintance, how
overpowered does she look, and ashamed of her own
virtue But when we are got up, starched, RULED,
and owered, OH then, nod has something Joc1he IN
il. From clouds of clear musn. as from little Oly'
pus the eoddesses of the day greet their friends And
there is encouragement we'll as dignity in the look
vouebsafed--it saws: Live on--iet us be "a immortal
as we can. One of the sex, not the wisest neither,
takes the liberty to soften the penance Of these occa-
sons, BY luggng along an entertaining book. II really
IL help and comfort, but even in the depths OF II,
she becomes conscious OF appearing like wan island
of gravity in the universal of smiles SO she shuts
the book and amuses herself with picking out OF the
chaos of memory the faces of her fellow-creatures
Bet while write about waiting, you are waiting too,
and long enough. At length the fatefal time aP-
proaches Tho band Is heard, nearer and nearer-the
door opens and in they march, President, Faculty, ex-
Professors, the Marshal of the day, and the Class
Then comes q moment Of nervous exaltation when,
accompanied BY these honored functonarcs the young
men take their seats These the bud and promise
of the Sateul Of hope in themselves, fn Of hope to
us. These are to be the Divne, Doctors Counselors
and Guardians of our children and Of our chidrens
children. They feel little great to-day, an they
know not how great life is that is waiting for them
What is there 50 pathetic as youth These young
people win speak presently in their performances of
sorrow and experience as things familiar. They will
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escred for full expression. Why you dear children,
you have not yet shed one of those true salt tears
which rust and wrinkle the fair cheek of early man
hood How smooth are your faces, how clear your
eyes. When you get fairly to work, you II look
a little Qrimmer than that. The task of earn
ing ones bread writes its record on the brow.
There is the business wrinkle, little knowing and
cunning, the authors wrinkle, higher up on the fore
head persistent and intsrrogatve-and there are the
deep lines almost black in the face OF the anxious
man, married early, who cannot get ahead Of his
family cares and necessities. Sorrow takes effect more
about the mouth derangng there the nice tackle and
pules of the smile. What world OF woe can DO
compressed in those two little corners where the lips
meet those hinges of the door Of life and DEATH lt is
pleasant to see the virgin marble of the eountenance
before this sad sculpture of Fate begins to accomplish
iself All how sharp s the tool with which 1t cuts,
and chips, and models. Even its polishing sets our
teeth on edge. would not tell you, my young mas
ters that what lies before you Is 20 very different from
what lies behind. Life is throughout the same in kind
lit only In degree that it increases greatly lt'
dynamcs do not alter from the first to the last con
seiousness Love and necessity are tho forces which
now in opposition, now in conjunction, effect its com
plieated movements. Your involuntary tasks YOU
bud and good dcsrcs your boyish affections and re-
srets are the image Of all that you will expert
ence hereafter. The machinery is the same, only a
YOU get on, more and pressure Is applied I'LL sh'
utmost number of cubic feet matches the square inch
and You are made or rejected according as you resist
give way. Bu, what has all ths 70 DO with the class