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IATERARY : Pace
His Pilgrimage......- 195 Some Experiences of Travel
A Session of the Assembly - 196
‘The Proposed Spelling Reform would be an
Injury to the English Language. .. = 198
‘The Theatres of the 16th and 18th Centurie:
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The Mission of the Essay . 201
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LNo. 8.
His Pilgrimage.
Give me my scallop-shell of quiet,
My staff of faith to walk upon,
My scrip of joy, immortal diet
My bottle of salvation,
My gown of glory, hope’s true gauge;
And thus I'll take my pilgrimage.
Blood must be my body’s balmer;
No other balm will there be given;
Whilst my soul, like a quiet palmer,
Traveleth toward the land of heaven,
Over the silver mountains, xs
Where spring the nectar fountains
There will I kiss
The bowl of bliss ;
And drink my everlasting fill
Upon every milken hill,
My soul will be a-dry before;
But, after, it will thirst no more.
Then by that happy blissful day
More peaceful pilgrims I shall see
That have cast off their rags of clay,
And walk apparelled fresh like me.
Tl take them first
To quench their thirst
And taste of nectar suckets,
At those clear wells
Where sweetness dwells,
Drawn up by saints in crystal buckets.
And when our bottles and all we
Are filled with immortality,
Then the blessed paths we'll travel,
Strewed with rubies thick as gravel;
Ceilings of diamonds, sapphire floors,
High walls of coral, and pearly bowers.
From thence to Heaven’s bribeless hall,
Where no corrupted voices brawl;
No conscience molten into gold
No forged accuser bought or sold;
No cause deferred, no vain-spent journey,
For there Christ is the King’s Attorney,
Who pleads for all, without degrees,
And He hath angels, but no fees.
And when the grand twelve million jury
Of our sins, with direful fury,
Against our souls black verdicts give,
Christ pleads his death; and then we live.
Be thou my speaker, taintless Pleader!
Unblotted Lawyer! true Proceeder!
Thou giv'st salvation, even for alms,
Not with a bribed lawyer’s palms.
And this is my eternal plea
To Him that made heaven, earth, and
sea:
That, since my flesh must die so soon,
And want a head to dine next noon,
Just at the stroke, when my veins start
and spread;
Set on my soul an everlasting head!
Then am I ready, like a palmer fit,
To tread those blest paths; which before
I writ.
— Sir Walter Raleigh (1552-1618).
We know something of the writer of
the above poem in connection with the
early history of our country, but little of
him, perhaps, as a poet. His brilliant
public life at the Court of Queen Eliza-
beth and in the service of the govern-
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ment, has been summarized as follows:
“He was a courtier, a warden of the tin
mines, a vice-admiral, a captain of the
guard, a colonizer, a country gentleman
managing his estate of 40,000 acres in
Ireland, a pirate and a writer.” But we
do not fully realize the many-sidedness of
his life and character until we see him a
prisoner in the Tower of London, held
there on various charges for thirteen
years, and at last condemned to be be-
headed by Elizabeth’s successor James
I. His execution took place on October
29, 1618. During his imprisonment he
devoted himself to study and writing
both prose and poetry. His History of
the World is the earliest historical work
of literary value and was written during
his imprisonment and published in 1614.
The poem “His Pilgrimage,” in the
light of Raleigh’s impending doom, is a
revelation of the author’s spirited atti-
tude toward death and the future life.
He is the pilgrim equipped for his last
journey and, approaching the end of his
long pilgrimage with reverent hope and
faith, he contrasts the tribunal of Heaven
with those of Earth that have condemned
him to an ignominious death. The jus-
tice of God is presented in legal phrase-
ology and by implication man’s injustice
is strongly expressed. :
Many poets have written their per-
sonal feelings on the subject of death.
It is interesting to compare these views.
A group of poems on this theme is sug-
gested: Browning’s “ Prospice,”’ Tenny-
son’s “‘ Crossing the Bar,” Longfellow’s
“Victor and Vanquished.” The circum-
stances under which these were written
are so different that one would not look
for the same spiritual attitude that we
find in Raleigh’s “ His Pilgrimage.” In
only one of them do we find his Christian
faith. — Margaret S. Mooney.
THE EcHo.
A Session of the Assembly.
Ever since I came to Albany I had
heard about how interesting and instruct-
ive it was to attend the Legislature. The
girls told me how exciting and interest-
ing the debates were, so this winter I
went to the Assembly at my first oppor-
tunity, and, of course, I was full of eager-
ness and wonder about what it would
be like, for I had never attended any-
thing like it.
We sat up in the gallery quite far
back; there were some seats ahead of
us, but no way to get to them unless we
climbed over the backs of the seats, so
we could not see all the people. The
Assembly chamber is a large room that
will hold 500 or more, and which has
great high galleries above it. From the
gallery where we sat the Assembly room
looked as if it were a sort of a pit; on
the outside edge there was a single row
of millinery displayed of the most beau-
tiful hats imaginable; under these hats
were beautifully gowned ladies chatter-
ing away among themselves and to the
Assemblymen who were inside the outer
edge.
I considéred the Assemblymen the
queerest lot of men ever assembled ; there
were all sorts of men there, some were
young and happy-looking, others were
middle-aged and looked bored, and still
others were white-haired, important and
venerable-looking. Each of them had a
small desk about the size of an ordinary
school desk, with lids, and most of these
seemed to be filled with papers, books
and all sorts of manuscripts. In front
of these desks the Assemblymen lounged
in easy chairs; some were smoking, oth-
ers were writing articles on binder paper
that looked like English Essays, others
were chatting, laughing and enjoying
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themselves as much as though they were could not understand clearly a word that
out for a social evening, and none of
them seemed much concerned or troubled
about the weighty affairs of the State.
I thought to myself that Assemblymen
are just like college students, in that they
like a good time better than they do their
work. Then I argued with myself that
they must have had to work hard to ob-
tain their high positions, and just then
my eye fell upon a jolly-looking young
man who was laughing, puffing away at
his cigar and slapping a boon companion
of his upon the back, and I thought,
“Well, he never worked very hard to get
here. I presume his father was rich and
had what they call a ‘ pull.’ ”
But every once in a while an Assem-
blyman would come to himself and seem
to realize how important he was and to
feel that he ought to be working. At such
time he would give his hands a clap to-
gether and go on talking and laughing.
Soon a page would come rushing up to
him as though his life depended upon
getting to his employer that moment,
though there really wasn’t any hurry at
all, I could have told him, for he was
generally called just to take a letter or
some such errand.
Suddenly, after we had been there
quite a while busying ourselves by watch-
ing the people, some one out of sight
under the gallery, whom the girls said
was the Speaker, began to hammer the
table with a gavel and said that the House
would be in order, but it didn’t get in
order. No one but the pages assumed
anything like order at the first summons,
but after the hammering was repeated
two or three times the House at last
quieted down, and some one else, out of
sight, began to talk in a loud, monot-
onous tone like that the caller at the depot
produces through the megaphone. I
he said, although he kept it up for a long
time; but I thought he must be reading
the roll-call, as I thought I caught men’s
names once in a while. When he had
repeated this performance he called out
something about a bill, so then I knew
that he had been reading a bill all the
time. The bill must have been something
about dredging out the Mohawk river,
for some of the men who had been writ-
ing out essays in the early part of the
evening rose and talked very eloquently
upon the subject, but for the most part
in such oratorical tones that I failed to
understand them.
There was one white-haired gentleman
who sat in about the center of the room
who rose after nearly eyery other speech
and appeared very much excited over
something —so much so that the man
with the gavel had to call the House to
order and say that we’d now hear from
“the gentleman from New York.” We
could not discover who the gentleman
was, for a different one rose every time
he said it. One young man gave a very
interesting description of the old grave-
yard at his home and told in what a
dilapidated condition it was, and I won-
dered if he wasn’t ashamed of it and why
he didn’t fix it up instead of wasting
his time talking about it.
At last, after about a dozen amend-
ments had been approved, and disap-
proved, and reamended, and passed, the
man with the thundering voice began to
call off the name of each Assemblyman,
to which he answered aye or nay, accord-
ing to his wishes, and some made short
speeches to express what they thought
about it. It was a very long list of names
and there were a great many absent, it
seemed to me, and I began to grow
sleepy; one of the girls who came with
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me did go to sleep, and the pages. all
looked tired and the Assemblymen began
to laugh and visit again. We stayed as
long as we could endure it, and, as it was
late and I had work to do, we all came
home before the session was closed.
That night I lost some of my respect
for the lawmakers of the great State of
New York, for always before I had im-
agined that making a law was not such
a jolly social function as I’d found it to
be, and I had thought that the Assembly
was composed of greater men, of more
dignity and bearing than those that I
saw, and I wondered if all nations made
their laws in the same happy-go-luckv
way New Yorkers-do. This taking the
laws of the State in such a free, happy
manner was new to me and shocked me
at first; but, probably, after I become ac-
customed to it I shall like it and think
that law-framers may as well have a good
time doing their work as the rest of the
world. And, surely, after this, when I
read in a civil government or a news-
paper of new laws or constitutional mat-
ters, I shall not think of some vague, dis-
tant power of which I stand in awe, but
of an Assembly room and a Senate like
those at the Capitol, filled with ordinary
men who can and do enjoy themselves
like other people.
Emily F. Hoag, ’Io.
Tue Ir or Ir.
“Tf hearts could all be jolly,
If grieving were forgot,
And tears and melancholy
Were things that now are not.
“Tf cruel words were kisses,
And every scowl a smile,
A better world than this is
Would hardly be worth while.”
THE EcnHo.
The Proposed Spelling Reform
Would be an Injury to the Eng-
lish Language.
There is at present a considerable agi-
tation in some circles for a change in the
spelling of some three hundred English
words. I have given the matter some
thought and can find, for my part, very
little cause for any change. I have also
noted the proposed so-called reforms and
conclude that in every case where the
change was brought about by agitation,
the result has not been for the best.
The needed reforms will come natur-
ally in course of time. A careful com-
parison of our language, as written to-
day, with that of the days of the early
English writers, shows that the spelling
has greatly changed. Shakespeare uses
splendour, beautie, furnisht, and musick.
Spencer uses pittie, brest, sovraine,
stretcht, ete. Addison, publick, ballance,
kickt, slept, etc., while Chaucer, in the
original, is practically unreadable to the
average student. It would seem to me
that this slow natural change is rapid
enough without the intervention of any
fame-seeking educators or philanthro-
pists. This natural change in spelling
through use and wear is unavoidable and
must necessarily continue, and while it
has its advantage of accommodating the
language to the thought of each age, yet
the changes necessary for this purpose
cause a loss of associations that many
words bring in their spelling with the
sources from which they are derived.
The word psychology, spelled sikologi,
loses all semblance to the ancient Greek
word, meaning .the soul, about which
many beautiful legends and myths are
clustered. We would now have no asso-=
ciation left for this word except the
modern brain storms incident to our
LITERARY.
dreary and painful progress from the
simplicity of nothingness to a partial re-
semblance to human perfection.
In speaking of spelling reform in this
paper reference is had especially to the
list of three hundred words endorsed by
President Roosevelt last year. The list
consists of a mixture of words naturally
changed as above indicated, and words
which need no reform arbitrarily muti-
lated with no reason offered therefor. It
is obvious that this list does not include
all the changes the so-called reformers
desire to make, but is intended as an
entering wedge to establish the precedent
by which all variety and interest may be
eliminated from orthography. Each
change, they say, obviates a difficulty and
smoothes the path of the pupil, yet is
there any path so dreary as a dead level?
or what interest can be maintained in a
class with no difficulties to overcome?
No excuse can be consistently ad-
vaneed for changing the final ed in cer-
tain words to t without changing in the
same way all such words. No excuse
can be given‘for spelling wished with a
t and fished with ed, or looked with t
and hooked with ed. Time would fail
me to speak of any number of such ex-
ceptions to the general rule of preterite
endings created by the list of the three
hundred words mentioned. Dividing a
. uniform class of words and making many
of them. exceptions, complicates instead
of simplifying the problem of
spelling.
While the spelling of some of our Eng-
lish words is not obvious: from their
sound, yet the spelling of English is in
nowise impossible to the diligent student ;
and I hold that it is hardly wise to modify
the spelling of our language for the sole
purpose of making easy the task of the
easy
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schoolmaster. Let us have schoolmas-
ters to teach English, but English modi-
fied to suit incompetent pedagogues is the
height of folly:
This brief survey of the subject leads
to but one possible conclusion — the pro-
posed spelling reform, if made at once,
would be an injury to the English
language.
— Floyd H. Case.
The Theatres of the 16th and 18th
Centuries.
The fog was gradually becoming
thicker and thicker, the lights grew less
distinct, the sounds farther and farther
away, and the few people abroad upon
the streets of London, found their prog-
ress more and more confused and re-
tarded. On a thoroughfare of the city,
crossing the river, two pedestrians were
unconsciously making their way toward
one another. As they approached and
each became conscious of the presence of
the other, they stopped and called.
Although entire strangers, each joy-
fully welcomed the other, and after a
short conference decided to cast their
lots together. As they stood conversing,
suddenly to the right of them the fog
lifted as if through an avenue, at the
end of which gleamed a brilliant light,
toward which they immediately directed
their steps.
As they drew nearer, confused sounds
reached their ears, and, approaching,
they found themselves in front of a
wooden buiiding gay with flags, and
boards upon which was printed in large
letters the word “ Hamlet.’” One of the
gentlemen, for such they were, seemed
to look upon the scene with familiar eyes,
but the other stared about in bewildered
amazement. Unconsciously, as they drew
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within the circle of the light, each turned
to examine the other. The one to whom
the scene seemed familiar was a man past
middle age, clad in long hose, an un-
starched shirt with ruffles at the wrists
and a broad collar or ruff, and a rapier
buckled at his side. His companion, a
man several years younger, was dressed
in a costume elaborately trimmed with
point lace ruffles; at his side was a dia-
mond-hilted sword, on his head was an
immense white wig, and he carried his
hands in a muff.
The man with the rapier was the first
to speak. “ Do you know where we are?”
he inquired. His companion answered
confusedly in the negative, and the
speaker continued: “ Well, fortune has
favored us this time, for- we have come
to the ‘ Blackfriars,’ and are just in time
to hear one of the best performances
given, a play by Mr. Shakespeare, and
entitled ‘ Hamlet.’ ”
Into the mind of his companion came
a crowd of confused ideas. “Shakes-
peare, Blackfrairs!” Surely he must be
dreaming, for they came to him as memo-
ries of centuries passed. However, he
put aside his misgivings and entered
with his new-found friend.
Within all was confusion. The floor
upon which they walked was covered
with rushes, the air was smoky, the lights
burned dimly, and the yard was crowded
with vulgar people, standing, eating ap-
ples and nuts, or laughing and shouting
to one another. Along the sides were
three galleries and into the center pro-
jected a stage with boxes at each side and
a gallery at the back. From this gallery
were hung black curtains, and through
these curtains people seemed to make
their entrance to the seats at the side of
the platform. This was the only part of
THE Ecuo.
the building which was covered, the rest
being exposed to the mercy of the ele-
ments.
The gentleman of the rapier seemed
to have some influence and shortly ob-
tained seats for them upon the stage. A
notice was hung in front which reach,
“Elsinore, a platform before the castle,”
and shortly the performance began. The
actors were somewhat hampered for
space, so much of the stage being taken
up by the spectators, but aside from
that drawback everything appeared to
proceed most successfully.
There were only two female characters
in the caste, Ophelia and the Queen, and
these parts were taken most effectively by
men, who, according to the idea of the
gentleman of the muff, managed their
skirts most wonderously well, except
when Ophelia stumbled in a river and
was drowned. One of the most impres-
sive characters was that of the “ Ghost,”
who was no unholy phantom, but a pale
and stately figure in ancient armor.
The costumes of the rest of the actors
seemed to give the impression of having
seen better days, but still showed traces
of finery. At times the performance was
interrupted by hissings and shouts, which
were made, so, the gentleman of the
rapier explained, by people in the center
or pit, who were hired for the purpose.
But the claps of applause finally over-
came, and the acting came to a tragic but
triumphant close.
Outside the theatre the fog was as
thick as ever, and the friends paused for
a moment to consider in what direction
they should go, when, as suddenly as be-
fore, an avenue of light streamed down
upon them. Abandoning themselves to
the spirit of the evening, they turned
their footsteps toward the light.
LITERARY.
The gentleman of the muff, who up to
this time has been moving as if in a maze,
excitedly uttered an exclamation of de-
light when at the end of the avenue an
imposing building of brick loomed up be-
fore them. This, he informed his com-
panion, was the theatre of “Drury
Lane,’ and here were being enacted the
popular piays of the day. It was now the
gentleman of the rapier’s turn to be mys-
tified, and he followed his friend won-
deringly.
Within all was vastly different from
the scene they had left; the interim was
much larger. In the pit, instead of a
rabble, were seated gentleman, who, the
friend of the muff remarked, were critics.
On either side were elaborately-decorated
boxes in which were men and women
dressed in the height of fashion, and in
front of the stage was a large orchestra
which furnished music from time to time.
Galleries flanked the back as at the
“ Blackfriars,” and from the upper one
came the hoots and yells of the vulgar,
who occasionally threw orange peel and
nut shucks upon the occupants of the pit
below.
The play being enacted was “ The
Rivals,” but elaborate stage settings took
the place of announcing placards; elegant
costumes of the present day replaced the
taudy finery of the past; the female char-
acters of the caste were played by talented
women instead of awkward men or boys.
The friends obtained seats in the first
gallery and watched the performance in-
tently, with the greatest enjoyment on
the part of the one and the greatest
amazement on the part of the other.
Scene followed scene rapidly, and when
the curtain fell for the last time, amid a
thunder of applause, the gentleman of
the muff turned with a smile of triumph _
to the gentleman of the rapier, but re-
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ceived in return only a look of doubtful
surprise. The changes wrought by time
were indeed great, but were they all for
the better ?
Once again outside the theatre, these
chance acquaintances shook hands across
the centuries which divided them and
then disappeared in the fog.
— Maude Cecelia Burt, ’08.
The Mission of the Essay.
INTRODUCTION.
Among all the various forms which
literature has assumed from its very be-
ginning to the present day, there is one
which, although perhaps not so popular
as the novel or the drama, has played an
important part in the development of
prose literature, and which has had a
lasting and beneficial influence not only
on literature but upon life itself. The
form of literature to which I refer is the
essay, and especially the essay of the
eighteenth century.
Discussion.
Corresponding Form of Literature in
Greece and Rome.
Many years before, the essay existed in
the form of orations. In Greece Pericles,
Demosthenes and Isocrates, and in Rome
Hortensius, Cicero and Seneca corre-
spond to the later essayists.
Early Essays in England.
In England in the sixteenth century
there were the gazette and the circu-
lating letters written by able men, and
sent from place to place somewhat in the
manner of the circulating library of to-
day. In the latter part of the sixteenth
century Bacon wrote his essays; and all
these — gazette, letters and the essays of
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Bacon — paved the way for the essay of
the eighteenth century which was to ap-
pear in the periodicals of the day.
Eighteenth Century Essay — Periodicals.
“The Tatler.”
Important among these are “ The Tat-
ler” and “The Spectator.” “The Tat-
ler,” by “ Isaac Bickerstaff, Esquire,” be-
gan April 12, 1709, and was issued three
times a week for the price of one penny.
Each’ paper began with the words
“ Quicquid agunt homines.” Its purpose,
it is said, was “to expose the. fake arts
of life; to pull off the disguises of cun-
ning, vanity and affectation, and to rec-
ommend a general simplicity in our
dress, our discourse and our behavior.”
Richard Steele was the publisher of this
paper and was very soon aided by his
friend Addison. When Addison joined
Steele the essay began to assume a defi-
nite form. It was in reality a short paper
on one subject and headed with a Greek
or Latin motto.
“The Spectator.”
“The Tatler’? ended its career in Jan-
uary, 1711. Soon after this “ The Spec-
tator ’ was begun. Most of the essays in
it were by Addison. The demand for
this sort of literature had so increased
that it was necessary to issue “ The
Spectator daily —the number at one
time reaching 14,000. No coffée-house
nor breakfast-table was complete with-
out it.
Subjects of Essays.
At times the essays were criticisms of
other literary works, but they were oft-
ener a discussion of life, manners, fash-
ions and morals — holding up the follies
of men to kindly ridicule and doing it in
a most entertaining way.
Ecuo.
Time Especially Adapted to the Essay.
The eighteenth century was a time
peculiarly fitted for the essay. Printing
and transportation were slow, and inter-
course restricted, so that the periodical
of the day was eagerly received, and con-
taining, as it did, articles which were
really worthy, it had no slight influence
on its readers. Books were costly at that
time, and very few people had access to
libraries.
Mission of the Essay.
But why was the essay written when
other forms of literature were so enter-
taining? Those other forms were enter-
taining, but the mission of the essay was
to do more than entertain. Institutions,
habits and manners had become vicious,
and it was time for men like Addison to
step forth and show the absurdities of
the times. Addison in his essays endeav-
ored to reform society. He wrote with
a purity of thought quite contrary to the
spirit of the time. In the Saturday num-
ber of “ The Spectator ” he always had a
devotional essay. Such writings were
much needed, for at the beginning of the
eighteenth century very little thought
was devoted to religion by the English
people.
Forms. of Literature Developed from
the Essay.
To what did the essay lead in the de-
velopment of literature? First, by its
character sketches to fiction and biogra-
phy, then by. the dialogue which it often
contained it affected the later drama, and
its influence is even noticed in the edi-
torials of newspapers and in book reviews
to-day. The néwspaper itself was the
main cause of the decline of the essay,
for as the number of newspapers in-
creased the daily essay was less in de-
LITERARY.
mand, for its work was covered by that
of the newspaper.
Effect of the Eighteenth Century Essay.
But although this decline came, the
essay had fulfilled its mission in more
ways than one. First, by Addison’s clear
expression of thought it brought about a
great simplification of style in English
prose. Before this the main object of
writers had been to display their learn-
ing. It also diffused knowledge and cul-
tivated literary taste; it gave morality a
higher tone; it brought about social order
and condemned excesses and vices of all
kinds. Its value was not only for its
own time but for all succeeding times.
Permanent Vaiue of the Essays.
The eighteenth century essays are read
with profit to-day, for they not only show
the life of the time in which they were
written, but they often apply to present
day fashions of other times as they re-
turn again and again, and give striking
instances of human motives and actions.
CONCLUSION.
Those having a moral tone are worthy
of study at all times, and who at any
time, no matter how far distant, can help
enjoying Addison’s “ Version of Mirza,”
that picture of human life and death so
beautifully portrayed, so accurately pre-
sented and so affecting in its very sim-
plicity of style?
— Leah Hollands, ’o8.
Flunks to the left of her,
Cuts to the right of her,
Zeroes in front of her,
Battled and thundered.
Yet on the ‘fatal day,
Nobly she held her sway,
Passed her exam’s away,
All the girls wondered.— Ex.
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Some Experiences of Travel.
The last trip I took that was in any
way unusual was that to Siasconset two
years ago. The trip from New York to
New Bedford had been slightly rough,
but that from New Bedford to Nantucket
was alarmingly so, especially after the
steamer passed Martha’s Vineyard. Al-
though it was early July, the tempera-
ture was very low and a strong wind
was blowing, which made the rough sea
still angrier. The passengers’ vacation
spirits were not proof against the in-
creasing motion, and before long all
faces were set and white. Some of the
people sat bolt upright, holding tightly to
their chairs, while many had already pre-
pared to die as comfortable as possible.
The saloons were crowded, and the sight
of the passengers’ silent and hopeless
misery and the close air made me des-
perate. I donned my sweater and went
out.
The old boat was struggling against
the wind and laboring valiantly in the
heavy sea. With difficulty I succeeded
in getting well forward on the upper
deck, where two men in oilskins were
braving the weather. I had to clutch the
rail the moment I reached it, for other-
wise I should have been rolled over the
deck like a ball. One moment the
steamer rose and pointed skyward and
the next descended as if to the depths.
And before she had time to rise again a
“longboy ” would roll up and crash
against her, broadside, and a violent
shudder would pass from bow to stern.
Her toud creaking and rending made one
think. that she was in her death agony
and would go to pieces the next instant.
Torrents seemed to sweep over the lower
deck, and the spray shot up in sheets
and poured upon the upper. It was glo-
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rious! I do not believe that I ever can
enjoy anything more keenly.
When I was thoroughly drenched and
blue to the lips, I went in to sée how the
rest of the little party were faring. Some
were in mortal terror of a watery grave
and others too desperately miserable to
care what became of them. But like
everything else, good’s bad, this part of
our journey came to an end— we ar-
rived at Nantucket. And certainly every
one was duly thankful.
But we had still further to travel, and
the best part of our journey was made in
a train. Such a train! On the first day
of the season the one little fat, rusty old
engine is attached to the coaches, and
towards whichever direction it points
there will it point for the remainder of
the summer. The coaches are three,
rickety and decidedly uncomfortable.
We settled ourselves, and after a tedi-
ous delay to take on baggage the train
started. It crawled, crawled at a snail’s
pace, and blew and tooted as if it were
the Twentieth Century Limited, and a
dozen trains were coming and going
ahead of it. There are no settlements
between Nantucket and Siasconset, yet
the “Island Express ” stopped twice be-
fore we reached our destination. Once
it was to allow some enthusiastic maiden
ladies, who had lost their youth but not
their volatility, to gather some flowers
they admired, and a second time for some
tired berry-pickers. The maiden ladies
above referred to proved a source of en-
tertainment all summer, for they were
second Rachel Wardens.
The conductor of the “ Express ”’ was
the most obliging person in the world.
Later in the summer I had occasion to go
over to Nantucket by rail and arrived at
the station at the time for the train to
start, bemoaning the fact that I had
THE Ecno. =
brought nothing to read. The conductor
heard me and said, “‘ Why, just run up
to the shop and get a magazine and: we'll
wait for you.” I took him at his ‘word,
and after purchasing a Scribner’s from
the proprietor of a tiny news-store, built
on a broad footpath known as “ Fifth
avenue,’ I hurried back. Sure enough,
the train fad waited for me. Often,
when all the passengers were seated, the
conductor, or the engineer (who was also
fireman), would find himself possessed
by thirst, and the time of leaving would
be advanced far enough to enable him
to buy a soda and have a little chat with
the girl who served it.
That same little train witnessed still
stranger things. How many people, I
wonder, have gone to a railroad station
and boarded a train attired in a bath
robe! Yet one Sunday morning, when
some of the “S’consetites ” were going’
to Nantucket for church dressed in their
summer finery, they were attended by
heathenish friends thus comfortably clad,
who on their way to the beach had saun-
tered down to the train for a little Sab-
bath gossip.
My crowning experience in the line of
travel that summer was at the Nantucket
pier. Some had returned to New York
the week previous, our friends had had
a mishap on the way and they did not sail
in until the steamer had left the pier, so
I was obliged to attend to the luggage
as best I could. The baggage car had
not been emptied promptly, and it was
within fifteen minutes of the steamer’s
departure when the last trunks and bags
were dumped along the docks. Every-
thing was in hopeless confusion, for the
accumulation of a week lay scattered or
piled there. I trotted up and down that
long pier dozens of times, dashing at
anything that looked familiar, only to
LITERARY.
find it marked Smith, or Greene, or any-
thing: but my name. I pleaded with the
baggage clerk to help me, but he was be-
sieged by fifty others and was completely
distracted. I looked at the clock. It
was 1.55 o clock and the steamer left at
two o'clock sharp. My plight was tragic.
Yet there were scores (Tale of Two
Cities!!) of others, men and women,
tramping up and down, up and down, up
and down—some peering at every
trunk, others, wild-eyed and disheveled,
women moaning “oh dears,’ men mut-
tering viciously.
At last I found my trunks! Happy?
Yes; but they had still to be checked,
and the steamer was shrieking its final
admonition to make haste. Oh-h! I did
check them, and they and I got on board
in time, but how it came about I cannot
remember.
So ended the last unusual éxperience.
The remainder of that trip was unevent-
ful, as have been its successors, few in
number and totally lacking in interest.
— Agnes Stuart, ’10.
Ideals,
Once on a time, a long, long time ago,
a little girl fell in love— with her
teacher, her very first teacher. She was
most wise, most good, and most beauti-
ful; but above all these she read every
Friday, out of The Brownie Book, a won-
derful story without an end, and on gala
days she wore a long dark-green dress
with fur edging the bottom just like a
princess. When she smiled her eyes were
all shiny and when she spoke her speech
rivalled the pearls that fell from the poor
orphan’s lips. Once she talked with the
little girl, all by herself, before any one
else was there; and once, oh, happy day!
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some one told the little girl that the
teacher liked her, which was almost too
good to be really true.
Long before June came the little girl
had quite decided that she would be just
like the teacher when she was “over
twenty ’— ages hence. She, too, would
wear a long dark frock edged with fur,
and her hair would be all fluffy. She,
too, would make children happy; she
would read The Brownie Book not only
on Fridays and the day before Christmas
but every single day.
The years sped by, and with them
teachers came and went, each in her turn
adding a thread or two to the fabric of
the little girl’s dream, and always she
promised herself, “I will remember when
I am older what I did and how I felt
when I was a child. I shall never forget
and be a common, unfeeling grown-up.”
Then came the High School, and per-
haps the dream grew a little dimmer and
not so alluring as before; but when she
reached the place where an avenging
spirit in the shape of the instructor in
geometry, with her zR 4’ and “Limits,”
nearly wrought the little girl’s doom, she
resolved anew to lighten “the terrible
load” all poor children, even High
School pupils, had to bear. Then came
the goal of goals, “The State Normal
College,” where she became more thor-
oughly convinced than ever that there
was a field for teachers who could smile,
who had not become simply automata set
in motion by the Board of Education to
conduct school as a sort of “straight-
jacket.” Finally she really taught —a
most profound subject. She smiled often,
even when she exacted home-work in the
shape of “ note-books,” and once she
laughed aloud with a particularly nice
bad boy.
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Sometimes, say once a week, and that
not of a Monday, this grown-up teacher
who had once been a little girl and made
herself such a solemn promise, really
thought she was keeping it, though The
Brownie Book as a means of creating joy
had long since been abandoned, for were
not her pupils “‘ High School Freshmen,”
who fed on Latin verbs and Higher Eng-
lish, to say nothing 6f Commercial Geog-
raphy ?
One day as she was passing slowly
through the halls of learning the teacher
heard two voices raised in speech, not so
low but that on hearing her name she
caught the sentences:
First Freshman:
Miss ———_?”
Second Freshman:
she is all right, but she is cruel.
“How do you like
“Oh, I suppose
She
thinks —’ But the poor stricken teacher
would hear no mare. She fled.
SS O76
THe “STARBANGLE BANNER.”
The following parody was not written
in mirthful vein, nor by a reeling drunk- -
ard, nor by an inmate of ward “H” at
Ogdensburg :
O, say can you see, by the perous fight,
T’was so proudly we air,
At the Twilight stars glooming,
And the rokins red bress,
And the stars perilous figt,
Came through through the night,
That our flag was still there,
O, say does that Starbangle,
And ever night, and Free,
Or the Land of the free,
And the home of the brave.
O say does that Star-Spangle Baner,
And let. it always be waving above us,
And let it always wave before us,
much.
THE EcHo.
Or the Star’s glitter before us,
And the Stripes, of the blue,
And the Stripes of the stars.
It was written by a schoolboy in Brook-
lyn. He was doing his pathetic best to,
obey the order of a district superintend-
ent who ordered a test of 10,000 children
from 10 to 16 years of age upon their
knowledge of the national anthem. It
will be noticed that of the seventeen lines
the boy made sense of just two.
Of the 10,000 scholars 100 were able
to write three stanzas of the song cor-
rectly, although all the school children of
Brooklyn stand up on their feet and sing
it once a week.
The Brooklyn Eagle explains this ap-
palling state of things by remarking that
the children learn these things in con-
cert, and phonetics therefore play a large
part. In the same way children have been
heard singing in church, ‘‘ Nero, my God,
to Thee,” without any impiety, and even
trained choristers who have lost the place
in the anthem have been heard to utter
words which Crapsey would declare
unorthodox.
Furthermore, good Americans who can
sing “The Star Spangled Banner” are
probably no more numerous than Har-
vard men who can repeat the words of
“ Fair Harvard;” and that’s not saying
A good child who was once heard
repeating the fourth commandment with
the words ‘“‘ heaven and earth, the sea and
all that’s in the Miz” explained that she
supposed the Miz to be some place neither
in heaven, earth nor sea.
‘Yet when all excuses are offered and
accepted, it seems a pity that so much
time and effort should be used for teach-
ing a vocal patriotism which never gets
as deep as the meaning of the words.
EDITORIAL.
VERY one connected with the Col-
lege has observed with the greatest
interest the plans for the new buildings.
The site is the triangular piece of land
on Western avenue now occupied by the
dingy buildings of the orphan asylum.
Upon this site it is proposed to erect
three buildings, in pure New England
Colonial style, of red brick with white
trimmings. The building is to
stand the farthest back, with the other
two, a chapel and a laboratory building,
so arranged as to make three sides of a
square, with the campus in the middle.
Covered passageways will join all three
buildings. Part of the campus will be
terraced in the style of an Italian gar-
den, and the beautiful old trees, which
are to be carefully preserved, will save
the grounds from that appearance of
newness characteristic of many of our
American colleges.
main
N interesting comparison was re-
A cently made between English and
American education. by Dr. Peter Chal-
mers Mitchell, secretary to the Zoologi-
cal Society of London. He said in a
lecture at Cornell University: “Cornell
is so tremendously alive. You have none
of our traditions. I think that the ordi-
nary man here is turned out much better
fitted to face the world than a “ pass’ man
at Oxford; but I maintain that the honor
man at Oxford is the best equipped in
the world.”
He implies greater practicality in the
American and greater culture in the Eng~
glish universities. And he is probably
right, for the traditions and memories
of the English universities are like the
matted roots under the velvet of the Eng-
lish grass, the result of time, which welds
all together into an inimitable product.
NE of the great advantages of resi-
dence in Albany is the privilege
of attending the sessions of the Legisla-
ture. We should be “delighted” to
listen to the debates the outcome of which
may affect some of our most vital inter-
ests.
The arguments for and against the
passage of a bill would not only be in-
structive but would put one into the spirit
of the age and of the State in which we
live.
Lessons in government may be learned
by attendance at the sessions of the Sen-
ate or Assembly. Law-making, the in-
troduction and advancement of bills
through their several readings, are prac-
tically illustrated.
The application of parliamentary, law
will be seen in actual operation. We
surely cannot spend an hour more profit-
ably than at the State Legislature.
N April twentieth Dr. Richardson
. will give his last lecture on
Homer and Homeric Age. It is to be
hoped that more students will avail them-
selves of the opportunity of attending
this lecture. All who have attended, even
though their knowledge of Greek was
limited, have found these lectures very
interesting and instructive. We sincerely
hope that other series of lectures will be
given next year.
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Three Cheers and a Tiger for
Miss Shaver.
Miss Elizabeth Shaver entertained the
Shakespeare Class at her home in Water-
vlict, Saturday, April thirteenth. Ask
the members of the class if they have any
superstition about the thirteenth now.
Great sport was had solving the placards
on the wall, and Miss Shaver is to be con-
gratulated upon the delightful way in
which she managed our names. When
all the names had been solved Mr. White
read “The Cricket on the Hearth.”
Later he played a selection from “Il Tro-
vatore ” and then “ The Shepherd Boy ”
as his second “chirp,” both of which
were highly appreciated. No less did we
enjoy Miss Shaver’s playing of Oberon
and selections from Fra Diavola. “The
dainty place cards called forth great
praise, and again we admired Miss
Shaver’s originality.
with singing some well-known college
songs. It would be telling to hint that
one member went for a walk before com-
ing to Miss Shaver’s house, or to divulge
what wonderful views concerning the
The evening closed
Hudson and the Erie Canal another
member has. Telling isn’t the proper
thing in “ polite society,” so we are dis-
creetly silent about the above-mentioned
meandering and views. ‘“ Now to begin
all over again ”— three cheers and a tiger
for Miss Shaver.
Dr. Richardson's first two of the series
of three lectures on the Homeric World,
given March sixteenth and twenty-third,
respectively, were extremely interesting
and instructive to all, and especially so
to those who have never had the oppor-
tunity to study Greek.
THE ECHO.
The first played the part of a general
introduction, in which Dr. Richardson
pictured to the minds of his audience the
distinguishing characteristics of the
Homeric world. The old question of the
authorship was discussed and laid aside
as one not worth while to consider; for
the poems, themselves, and not their au-
thorship, are what should give us pleas-
Epic poetry, its nature and forms,
was treated in a charming manner.
Greek, Latin and English hexameter were
illustrated. As for the problem of trans-
lation, Dr. Richardson gave the students
the names of the works he considered the
most valuable, and suggested that with a
half hour’s study a day, spent in reading
first from a translation and then from the
original, one might soon be able to read
Greek readily.
The Illiad was the subject of the sec-
ond lecture, and the outline of the story
was given, and due reference was made
to the qualities of style. The distinc-
tive personalities and chief episodes were
described and narrated. Several of the
finest passages were read and com-
mented upon.
This rare opportunity of acquainting
themselves with the Hoineric world has
been duly appreciated by many of the
students, and they are eagerly looking
forward to the third and last of the series.
Through his many years of Greek study
Dr. Richardson is so familiar with that
great classic as to make it an easy mat-
ter to put his listeners into the very at-
mosphere of that wonderful Homeric age.
All are deeply indebted to him for these
lectures.
ure.
On the Friday evenings of April fif-
teenth and April twenty-second Miss
Hannahs gave two very interesting talks
on her last summer’s European trip. The
News.
first evening she began by emphasizing
the fact that going abroad is no impos-
sible thing if we only will do it. She
took us with her by picture and descrip-
tion through the continental journey, and
before she had finished more than one of
us had said “ I will and I must go.” The
following Friday evening she took us
with her through England, Scotland and
Wales. This was a most charming visit,
and it was with regret that’ we had to re-
turn to America. Miss Hannahs pre-
sented the subject in her usual charming
manner, and all who were present de-
cided that a trip abroad would yield more
pleasure than writing a “lesson unit.”
Dr. Aspinwall has been made a mem-
ber of the Regents’ Question Board on
French.
Delta Omega.
Regular meetings were held on the
twelfth and twenty-sixth of the month.
Miss Helen Kerr recently spent the
week end with friends in Albany. Miss
Kerr is now teaching in the High School
at Highland Falls.
Miss Helen Hitchcock has for two
weeks been ill at her home in Champlain.
Miss Gertrude Bushnell was out of Col
lege several days because of illness.
Miss Esther Tomkins’s mother visited
her on March twenty-fifth and Miss
Tomkins returned with her to their home
in Stony Point.
Miss Bertha Jordon spent a few days
at the Sorority rooms recently.
Dr. J. W. White, of Fonda, N. Y., has
been visiting his sister, Miss Delleria
White.
Miss Emma Montrose spent a part of
the vacation with Miss Alice Merrill at
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Johnstown and Miss Ethel Robb at Am-
sterdam.
Most of the members from out of town
spent the Easter vacation at their homes.
Miss Eleanor Marsh’s mother and sis-
ter have sailed to meet her abroad. We
regret to learn that upon their return the
family will make their home in New
York city.
Eta Phi.
On the evening of March twenty-ninth
the regular business meeting of the so-
ciety was held at the home of the presi-
dent, Miss Clement.
We were glad to receive ‘visits from
two of our alumnae members, Misses
Mary Sharpe and Florence Graham.
Miss Graham is now teaching at Irving-
ton-on-the-Hudson.
All of the Eta Phi girls report delight-
ful times at home during the spring
vacation. Miss Adeline Raynsford vis-
ited the Misses Treible at their home in
Norwich. :
At a recent meeting two new members
were initiated into the Sorority, Misses
Jean Laing and Agnes Stuart.
Psi Gamma.
Marcu.
During the early part of the month
Miss Lois Reidell spent several days in
the city visiting Miss Dora Snyder.
On the evening of March 6 Psi Gamma
gave a reception at the Sorority rooms
in honor of Miss Lois Reidell. Mrs.
Mooney was present and a very delight-
ful evening was spent.
On Friday evening, March 15, Miss
Fannie Paull, Miss Emma Krenrich, and
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Miss Lillian Waldron were initiated into
Psi Gamma.
Thursday evening, March 21, Psi
Gamma held a regular meeting at the
Sorority rooms. All the members were
present.
During the month letters from several
of the Alumni members have been
received.
Miss Margaret MacGee was in the city
on Tuesday, March 26.
APRIL.
All of Psi Gamma’s members who live
out of town spent their Easter vacations
at their homes.
A special meeting of the Psi Gamma
Society was called on Tuesday evening,
April 9. Nearly all the members were
present.
Miss Mabel A. Tallmadge has been
detained at her home for the past three
weeks on account of her health.
A regular meeting of the Psi Gamma
was held at the Sorority rooms Thurs-
day evenirig, April 18. All the members
were present.
Miss Marion Mackay was confined to
the house for several days with a severe
cold.
Letters have been’ received from the
Misses May Marsden, Edith Blades,
Olive Perry, Eva Locke, Alma Glann and
Martha Tobey.
Miss May Marsden is
Newburgh, N. Y.
Misses Olive Perry, Eva Locke, Alma
Glann and Martha Tobey, are expected
to be in the city for several days during
the latter part of the month.
Miss May Marsden, of Newburgh, ex-
pects to visit friends in Albany during
the latter part of the month.
teaching in
THE EcuHo.
Kappa Delta,
A regular meeting was held March 21.
Misses Burt, Decker, Hoag and Forbes
have been pledged Kappa Delta.
Miss Molly Lansing visited the girls
at the Sorority house during her vacation.
Most of the girls went to their respect-
ive homes for vacation week.
Miss Nellie Sargent remained in the
city during Easter vacation and had as
her guest Miss Potter of Hartwick.
The vice-president valiantly “
the castle’ during vacation.
guarded
Miss Katherine Hickock is ill at her
home in Crown Point.
Miss Margaret Cass, who was called
home owing to the illness of her mother,
has returned to college.
Miss Florence McKinlay and Miss
Ada Edwards spent Easter in New York.
Initiation was held at the Sorority
house Friday, April 12. Misses Burt,
Forbes and Hoag were received into
membership of Kappa Delta.
Phi Delta.
A meeting of the Phi Delta fraternity
was held on March 21, 1907, with Presi-
dent Case in the chair.
A brief business meeting was held,
during which the constitution was ates
by three new members.
The subject of college spirit and ath-
letics were discussed generally.
Motion was made and carried that we
change the time of our meetings to the
second and fourth Fridays of the month
instead of the first and third as named in
the constitution.
The literary part of the meeting was
given over to “three-minute discussions.”
News.
Messrs. Bassett and Case spoke on the
George Junior Republic.”
Mr. Brown on the “ Carnegie Fund for
Teachers.”
Mr. Nolan on ‘ Courts of Discipline.”
Mr. Dann on the “ Rochester Reform-
atory.”
Mr. Randall gave a recitation entitled
“On the Shores of Tennessee.”
The meeting was then adjourned, and
all.seemed agreed that they had spent a
pleasant and profitable time together.
A regular meeting of the Phi Delta
fraternity was held on Friday evening,
April 12. An impromptu debate on the
question: “Resolved, that it is for the
best interests of the people generally for
the government to control the ‘coal
mines,” was the main feature of the even-
ing. The participants in the debate were
chosen by lot, and were as follows:
Affirmative, Messrs. Brown and Dann;
negative, Messrs. Randall and Brunson.
Mr. Nolan was chosen judge and Mr.
Case critic. The debate was decided in
favor of the affirmative.
Freshmen Class.
A very enjoyable evening was spent on
April 19, when the class of 1910 enter-
tained the faculty and students of the
college at a reception in Primary chapel.
The hall was very tastefully decorated
with the class colors, green and white,
and the same color scheme was carried
out in the refreshments.
During the evening there were several
games and guessing contests. One of
the most interesting was the pictures rep-
resenting the names of the freshmen.
Telegrams, in which each word began
with the same letter, afforded a great deal
of amusement.
Miss Florence Burchard rendered a
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most enjoyable vocal solo. Miss Blanch
Russel recited a very amusing piece, tell-
ing about the troubles experienced in
“ Sonny’s Education.” Miss Mary Foyle
played the “Grand Valse” by Chopin.
The conimittees who had charge of the
affair were as follows: Entertainment,
Florence Brown, May Foyle, Alice Hill,
Mary Boyle; decoration, Mary Denbow,
Florence Hanigan, Marjorie Bennett,
Leona Eaton, Evelyn Austin, Mr. Haupin,
Mr. Case; refreshment, Fanny Powel,
Genevieve Brooke, Blanch Russel, Alice
Finn, Marie Gallagher, Florence Bur-
chard, Alfred Bassett; reception, Roy
Van Denburg, Florence Brown, Harriet
Osborn, Florence Burchard, Mary Den-
bow, Fanny Powel; door, Mary Harp-
ham, Jessie Harpham.
It is safe to say that at no time during
the year was an evening more pleasantly
spent. The members of the committees
deserve the greatest praise for their work
and the class tender to each one their
sincere thanks for making everything
such a success.
Miss Helena Frank is spending a few
days in New York.
Miss Agnes Stewart spent a week at
Kenwood.
Miss Mary Denbow visited her sister
in Rochester during vacation.
Miss Winia Miller is visiting in New
York.
Miss Jessie Decker has been obliged to
leave college owing to ill health.
Miss Bertha Purdy spent the vacation
in Fultonville.
Messrs. Bassett and Haupin visited
Mr. Van Denburg on Easter Sunday.
Mr. Bassett and Mr. Van Denburg
spent two days in New York.
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The Junior Class.
On March 22 the Junior class held a
business meeting and were given class
colors, which a committee, with Miss
Payne as chairman, had provided. Sev-
eral affairs of interest to the class were
discussed, among them the old one of a
convenient time of meeting.
The Juniors are glad to welcome to
their ranks Miss Nitzschke, of Utica, a
former student of S. N.C.
We hear that our Junior president
thinks there is at least one High School
teacher who can drive.
Miss Maud C. Burt, who has been
substituting for two weeks in the schools
of Scotia, has returned to her work here.
Wo W.-C. A.
On Tuesday evening, March 26, Miss
Florence McKinley entertained a number
of the Y. W. C. A. members at a “ Silver
Bay frolic.”
The evening was spent
amusements, but the greatest pleasure
was found in looking at the souvenir
books which were brought by those who
have been fortunate enough to visit Silver
Bay. These books were filled with snap-
shots of various places and persons of
interest and naturally led to the relating
of amusing incidents occurring there and
to the singing of Silver Bay songs.
After this the guests were invited to
the dining room where refreshments were
served interspersed with reminiscences
and stories illustrative of the beauties and
other attractions of this ideal spot.
Endeavoring to live up to Silver Bay
rules the guests departed at a proper
hour, grateful to Miss McKinley for a
in various
THE EcuHo.
delightful evening and with a deep desire
that some day it might be their privilege
to experience for themselves the delights
of Silver Bay.
The last devotional meeting of each
month is given to the recognition of new
members. Wednesday afternoon, March
27, this meeting was held, when a number
of new members were recognized.
Miss McKinley, our corresponding
secretary, spent the Easter vacation in
New York, where she visited the Na-
tional and State committees of Y. W.
Crsks
A very interesting letter has been re-
ceived from Mabel Rose, ’04, who is
now teaching in Brooklyn. Letters
from the alumni are very much appre-
ciated, and we would be glad if other
alumni members would take as much
interest in Y. W. C. A. as Miss Rose.
The devotional meetings this month
have been part of a series on the subject
of “Immigration.” Miss Lillian Brown
has had charge of these meetings and has
made them very interesting. There are
still four more meetings in this series.
Try to come and hear Miss Brown’s very
interesting talks.
PhestwoeyvWenGoeN, papers... lhe
Intercollegian ” and “The Association
Monthly,” are to be found in the Refer-
ence Library. Many interesting articles
are in these papers this month.
Our association received the following
Easter Greeting:
The Young Women’s Christian Asso-
ciation of Lake Erie College sends greet-
ings and sincere wishes that this spring-
time may bring to your society inspiration
and a rebirth of activity and service.
REVIEW.
WORK.
Let me but do my work from day to day,
In field or forest, at the desk or loom,
In roaring market-place or tranquil
room;
Let me but find it in my heart to say,
When vagrant wishes beckon me astray,
“This is my work; my blessing, not
my doom ;
Of all who live, I am the one by whom
This work can best be done in the right
way.”
Then shall I see it not too great, nor
small,
To suit my spirit and to prove my
powers ;
Then shall I cheerfully greet the labor-
ing hours, 3
And cheerful turn, when the long shad-
ows fall
At eventide, to play and love and rest,
Because I know for me my work is best.
—Henry Van Dyke.
Lhe Alumni
Miss Anthony, ’o4, of Gloversville,
spent Sunday, the fourteenth, in the city,
the guest of Miss McKinley, ’o5. :
G. Emmett Miller, 06, has been re-
engaged as princival of the Middle Gran-
ville High School at an increased salary.
Miss Alma Johnson, ’06, has been seri-
ously ill for the past month with la grippe
at her home in Croton. She hopes to
return to her work at Fishkill by the last
of this month.
Hearp RECENTLY,
Miss H.— According to the English
Prayer Book, every man is allowed 16
wives —4 richer, 4 poorer, 4 better, 4
worse.
Prof. W.— I'd better get in line soon.
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Review
“Tue Far Horizon.”
Lucas Malet’s “‘ The Far Horizon,” the
most widely discussed of recent books, is
principally a character study.
Dominic Inglesias is a superannuated
London bank clerk, the son of a Spanish
exile and of an Irish mother. Dominic’s
father, like all political refugees, is for-
ever implicated in plots and conspiracies
and finally disappears mysteriously. In
his boyhood Dominic has renounced the
Catholic faith, to which he returns at the
age of fifty.
Poppy St. John, a kind-hearted, pleas-
ure-loving actress, a gay, unrestrained,
unconventional woman with a doubtful
past, is a striking contrast to Dominico,
grave, courteous, refined and unworldly
as he is. Poppy appeals to him for sym-
pathy, a curious friendship results, and
Poppy is raised by him from her lower
nature.
De Courey Smyth is an unsuccessful
author and playwright — a born ingrate,
mean-minded, envious of those more suc-
cessful than himself. Dominic, meeting
Smyth in a- café, is repelled by his
egotism, vanity and meanness. But ever
responsive to the call for aid, he becomes
the benefactor of the man he loathes.
Ingrate as he is, Smyth, having ac-
cepted financial aid from Inglesias, can-
not forgive a kindness done him and in-
jures his benefactor as much as possible.
His play fails, and at last convinced that
it is himself and not the commercialism
of the day that is responsible for his fail-
ure, he ends his miserable life. Other
minor characters introduced are of lesser
interest.
The story contains no love-making and
little humor. It is an interesting story,
however, and skilfully told.
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