"April.--Prof. Brown said to-day that I was not studying hard enough,
and if I did not spur up I should come out shabbily at the end of
the term.

"George Marshall, too, good fellow that he is, says I think too much
about the girl. Maybe I do; but I should like him to tell me how a
fellow is to help it. That Jewess bewilders me! If old Mordecai was
not rich, I should love her for her dreamy eyes. I'll swear, ever
since she spoke to me so sweetly a week ago, and gave me a clasp of
her white, slender hand, I haven't cared whether I was prompt at
parade, studies, or anything else--so I could always be prompt at
meeting her. She looks doleful sometimes. She cannot be very happy.
I wonder what my mother would think if she could read this journal.
But, old book, you never tell any tales, do you?

"May.--The days are growing warmer--beautiful days, too. Everything is
in bloom, and the old Queen City looks charming. The girls, too,
Madam Truxton's and all others, swarm about the town like bees in a
rose-garden. I meet them at every turn.

"My uniform is getting rather shabby; the buttons and lace are quite
tarnished. I must have a new suit before long.

"I am a lucky fellow of late--have seen Leah M. many times. She came
home with Helen twice, and I have walked with her many times. I have
told her that I love her, but she does not seem inclined to trust
me. Only to-day I sent her a magnolia leaf, upon which was written,
'Je vous aime, ma belle Juive.' Helen said she smiled as she took it
and said, 'Thank him, if you please.' That was favorable, I think.