The Capping Ceremony.

This year for some unknown reason the proper Capping Ceremony was reinstated with all its former solemn grandeur. Instead of the Graduates going up en masse and being permitted to shake the hand of some prominent self-made man as a reward for much labour and intellectual ingenuity, this year they mounted the platform in sections and assumed a graceful pose while the Vice-chancellor in sepulchral tones, which made one instinctively grope for the prayer-book and don a self-righteous expression, conferred upon them their various degrees, incidentally handing to each one his Diploma, curled up inside a cardboard cylinder.

The floor of the town-hall was full. Among the crowd one could see occasional students. Their bored expressions were in direct contrast with the eager adoring look in the eyes of the people. With marked reluctance they consented to hum the tune of one or two college songs .the crowd reads the words on the programmes, wisely provided for the purpose. The platform presented a picturesque scene. The gowns of the Professors in general and one in particular added a bright touch to the rather heavy academic atmosphere.

Mr. A. R. Atkinson made some remarks which we didn't hear. Then the Hon. Downie Stewart addressed the congreg audience We forget what he said, but it was nice and brief. After that the Vice-Chancellor persuaded the Graduates that they were entitled to write two or three letters after their names. As before mentioned, one or two tunes were hummed and somebody played the National Anthem on the piano, whereupon everyone heaved a sigh and went home.

Suffenus.