We are reading Wordsworth’s Tintern Abbey in connection with our course in English Literature.  What an exquisite work it is, and how adequately it embodies his conceptions of Pantheism!  The Romantic movement of the early part of the last century, exemplified in the works of such poets as Shelley, Byron, Keats, and Wordsworth, appeals to me very much more than the Classical period that preceded it.  Speaking of poetry, have you ever read that charming little thing of Tennyson’s called Locksley Hall?

I am attending gymnasium very regularly of late.  A proctor system has been devised, and failure to comply with the rules causes a great deal of inconvenience.  The gymnasium is equipped with a very beautiful swimming tank of cement and marble, the gift of a former graduate.  My room-mate, Miss McBride, has given me her bathing-suit (it shrank so that she can no longer wear it) and I am about to begin swimming lessons.

We had delicious pink ice-cream for dessert last night.  Only vegetable dyes are used in colouring the food.  The college is very much opposed, both from aesthetic and hygienic motives, to the use of aniline dyes.

The weather of late has been ideal—­bright sunshine and clouds interspersed with a few welcome snow-storms.  I and my companions have enjoyed our walks to and from classes—­particularly from.

Trusting, my dear Mr. Smith, that this will find you in your usual
good health,
           I remain,
               Most cordially yours,
                                      Jerusha Abbott

24th April
Dear Daddy,

Spring has come again!  You should see how lovely the campus is.  I think you might come and look at it for yourself.  Master Jervie dropped in again last Friday—­but he chose a most unpropitious time, for Sallie and Julia and I were just running to catch a train.  And where do you think we were going?  To Princeton, to attend a dance and a ball game, if you please!  I didn’t ask you if I might go, because I had a feeling that your secretary would say no.  But it was entirely regular; we had leave-of-absence from college, and Mrs. McBride chaperoned us.  We had a charming time—­but I shall have to omit details; they are too many and complicated.

Saturday

Up before dawn!  The night watchman called us—­six of us—­and we made coffee in a chafing dish (you never saw so many grounds!) and walked two miles to the top of One Tree Hill to see the sun rise.  We had to scramble up the last slope!  The sun almost beat us!  And perhaps you think we didn’t bring back appetites to breakfast!

Dear me, Daddy, I seem to have a very ejaculatory style today; this page is peppered with exclamations.