oy and exhilaration.
To many it was the happiest day they had ever known.
President Hill was seen holding a long and earnest conversation with Agassiz on the path towards his house.
The professors threw aside their contemplated work.
Every man went to drink a glass of wine with his best friend, and to discuss the fortunes of the republic.
The ball-players set off for the Delta, where Memorial Hall now stands, to organize a full match game; the billiard experts started a tournament on Mr. Lyon's new tables; and the rowing men set off for a three-hours' pull down Boston harbor.
Others collected in groups and discussed the future of their country with the natural precocity of youthful minds.
Here, said a Boston cousin of the two young Lowells, to a pink-faced, sandy-haired ball-player, you are opposed to capital punishment; do you think Jeff. Davis ought to be hung?
Just at present, replied the latter, I am more in favor of suspending Jeff. Davis than of suspending the law, --a