AN OBITUARY.

It-was doubtless with mingled emotions that those few earnest students who were abroad shortly after the Harvard Hall bell ceased its matutinal jangling yesterday, saw the Yard invaded by a "horde of lusty Helots" armed with crow-bars and pickaxes; for their murderous intent upon Gore Hall was manifest. Those who have sat and read and writhed in its swivel seats, or waited while its alleged contents were sought form the cellar of Appleton or the garret of Conant, will pause to breathe the respectful sigh due its venerable three quarters of a century of existence. And thus passes Gothic Gore, former abode of ecumenic erudition and draughty discomfort.