DURING the week previous to the opening of term, nothing of much importance has happened in the College world. The all-engrossing thought in most minds has been to get settled. From the stir and bustle outside, one would think that every man had changed his room from last year. A few quiet men are seen either idling, or paying the penance of previous injudicious idling, but the majority are chiefly occupied with superintending the movements of the "blameless Ethiopian" moving furniture from last year's room. There has been, of course, the usual amount of hand-shaking among faultlessly dressed young fellows, the usual inquiries and responses as to the manner of spending the summer vacation. Once more, as usual, the gawky Freshman and the self-important Senior are seen in our midst. There are probably, as there always have been, and will be, the usual number who come back with the purpose to stand high, work hard, and get all the possible good from the College; others who are simply content to get through, with the fraction of a per cent to spare; others, again, who have no aim at all, judging the future by the past. During the next year, it is safe to say, the usual number will work, the usual number lie idle, the usual number attain distinction, the usual number be ruthlessly suspended. Prayers and recitations will be cut, summonses and warnings will be issued. Somebody will get into trouble with municipal authorities just as a streak of gray is beginning to appear on the eastern horizon; and somebody may be seen, Thiers-like, at the same hour, in a solitary garret, grinding, ever grinding. Somebody will have ambitious plans for taking honors in history, philosophy, or mathematics, and will, in three months, perhaps be forced to leave these historic shades "for neglect of regular college duties." Somebody, perhaps, announcing no elaborate plans to the world, will do solid, sustained, faithful work, and lead his class. Who are the men who are destined to fall into these various positions? Unlike the impatient novel-reader, we cannot satisfy our curiosity by glancing at the last few pages, but must patiently wait for the denouement, - till the year's end.