A CHRISTMAS GREETING.

To those who live far away and to those who live near, and especially to those who are unable to go to their homes, the CRIMSON extends the merriest of holiday greetings. Comfortably resting far from nine o'clock recitations, the College Office, these, and all the other vexations of our Cambridge existence, one may wonder whether such things really exist; are they not rather a dream, a bad dream, full of a succession of never-ceasing worries invented to dog our weary footsteps? Almost convinced, we put the thought of them far back in the darkest and dustiest corner of our minds.

Whether dreams or not, we must not forget that they will return with unerring certainty on January third, and though some of them are unpleasant, still they are the things to be looked forward to. Our duties we have ever with us; Christmas vacation is but a rest which will enable us to attack them more vigorously.