There was a sound of revelry by night. It was Freshers Welcome. Wellington's capital had gathered then, her beauty and her chivalry, and bright the lamps shone o'er fair men and brave women. A thousand hearts beat happily: and when music arose with its voluptuous swell, soft eyes looked love to eyes which speak again. "All went" (if I may be permitted the liberty of a small quotation) "merry as a marriage bell."