HIS little book needs no introduction to the readers for whom it is intended. It carries its open sesame to the hearts that wait for it. Its purpose is simple, but clearly ascertained; its destiny is modest, but without dispute. Those who carry through life a charming memory of years—few or many—spent under the convent roof; those who recall the work, the play, the friends, the jests, the sweet absurdities, the small excitements that seemed so big and keen, will welcome a souvenir associated with girlhood's cheerfulest days. The tie is very strong that binds us to the old school; the recollections are very clear; the sentiment is grateful and gay. We are glad to remember; we have nothing to forget. May this small volume preserve our pleasant reminiscences, quicken our emotions and keep warm the affection in our hearts.