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Rev, William Samuel Long, D. D 1 

John Henry Boner and the Story of his Best Lyric 5 

College Patriotism .14 

The Two Hands 19 

^ Athletics for All .22 

^ The Debt of Power 25 

W Joan of Arc 29 

:::f' Editorials 34 

Locals 37 

College Organizations 40 

Among Those of Other Days 42 

Obituary 45 

Exchanges 46 

Clippings .47 

Rev. William Samuel Long, A. M., D. D. 

Vol. I. ■ Elon College, N. G., November, 1907. No. 1, 


[It is the purpose of the publishers of The Elonian to dedi- 
cate each volume of the mag'azine to some individual v/ho has been 
prominently connected with Elon College, or who has, by reason of 
his benefactions or other eminent service, left the impress of his 
life upon the institution. At the close of each year all the numbers 
of each volume are to be bound together in permanent book form, 
and placed in the College Library. In this way, we hope to, pre- 
serve brief, but accurate, facts in the lives of as many as possible 
of those who have been largely instrumental in making Elon Col- 
lege what it is today, and of those who shall be largely instrument- 
al in developing the "greater Elon of the future." 

This being the purpose, naturally the first volume is dedicated 
to Rev. W. S. Long, D. D., who was the leading spirit in the es- 
tablishment of the College, and who was its first President.] 

William Samuel Long, D. D., son of Jacob and Jane 
Stuart Long, was born near Graham, Alamance Gounty, N. G., 
October 22nd, 1 839. His parents were not highly educated, 
but were thoroughly honest and held in great esteem by all 
who knew them. Theirs was a good Christian home; so Wil- 
liam's early surroundings were favorable to the development 
of that high type of Christian character which has been man- 
ifest in his life from his early boyhood days. 

His father gave him the advantage of the public school 
and academy of his community, and this awakened within him 
a desire for a still better education. After leaving the acade- 
my he pursued his collegiate studies further; and while the 
Civil War prevented his completing a regular college course, 
his scholarly attainments were such that in 1872 Trinity Col- 
lege c onfer red upon him the M. A. degree, and in 1890 Union 

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Christian College, of Muncie, Ind., honored him with the degree 
of Doctor of Divinity. 

June 25, 1861, he was married to Miss Elizabeth Fau- 
cette, daughter of John Faucette, then Clerk of the Superior 
Court of Alamance County. Eight children were born to 
them, only four of whom are still living — Edgar and Dr. W. 
S., Jr., of Graham. N. C; Mrs. S. A. Halleman, of Greensboro, 
N. C, and Mrs. A. F. Franklin, of South Boston, Va. His 
third son, Benj. F., Jr., died in early manhood, soon after hav- 
ing entered the practice of law with his uncle, Judge B. F. 
Long, of Statesville, N.C.; Ben was a graduate of Elon College, 
as is also Edgar, both completing their course in June, 1893. 
On October 27, 1903, the death angel again entered the 
home and took away the wife and mother, who for forty-two 
years had proven herself a faithful companion and helper in 
all that concerned the welfare and happiness of her loved 

Dr. Long's greatest work has been in the ministry and in 
the educational field; and so active and so influential has he 
been in both of these spheres that it would be difficult to say 
whether he is greater as minister or as educator. 

He began his ministry in the Christian Church in the year 
1860, and has been preaching to one or more churches al- 
most continuously ever since. There are few abler ministers 
in the State today than Dr. Long. Besides being prominent 
in pulpit work, he has also been a leader in the official- coun- 
cils of his church. He was for eight years President of the 
Southern Christian Convention, and has almost always been 
chairman or member of one or more of the most important 
committees of the Convention. He has also served as Presi- 
dent of his Conference at different times for a number of 

As an educator he has been active and prominent in his 
county, in his State, and in his church. For many years, at 
two or three different times, he has served as Superintendent 
of Schools for Alamance County, and has been largely instru- 
mental in making the public schools of the county what they 
are today — among the very best to be found in the State. 

At the close of the war. Dr. Long founded "Graham Fe- 

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male Seminary," which was afterwards succeeded by "Graham 
High School," "Graham Normal College," and "Elon College," 
he being the founder and leading spirit in the establishment of 
all these. 

It was in the latter part of the 80's that our people be- 
gan to realize as never before, that if the Christian Church, 
South, was to measure up to the responsibilities that were 
upon it, and do its part of the world's work in bringing men 
and women to Christ, it was absolutely necessary to give our 
young men and young women a collegiate education; and with 
this purpose in view, and in order to its more speedy attain- 
ment, the Southern Christian Convention decided, in the year 
1888, to tal^e immediate, definite and determined steps to es- 
tablish a college of its own. The movement met with popular 
favor, and when, in 1889, Elon College was chartered by the 
State of North Carolina, all eyes in the Christian Church nat- 
urally turned to Dr. Long as the man to undertake the work 
of its establishment. He was elected as the first President 
of the College, in which position he gave four years of the 
most faithful, and, at the same time, the most strenuous ser- 
vice, that it is possible for a man of strong physique, strong 
mind, and a courageous heart to render to his church, to his 
State, and to Him to whom in early youth he had dedicated 
his life. 

Following his voluntary retirernent from the presidency 
of the College, in 1894, after a brief and well-earned rest. Dr. 
Long again took up the work of the ministry, to which he de- 
voted his entire time, until, in 1899, when his native county 
again called him to serve as Superintendent of its schools, 
which position he still holds. 

April 19, 1905, Dr. Long was married to his present wife, 
Mrs. Mary Virginia Ames, daughter of Capt. and Mrs. T. R. 
Gaskins, of Nansewood County, Va., and they live at Graham 
N. C, near the place of his birth. 

I know no more fitting tribute with which to conclude 
this brief sketch than is found in the words of Dr. W. W. 
Staley, his strong co-worker and life-long friend: "A student, 
a thinker, an orator, a genial companion, a worker. Dr. Long 
takes his place easily among the first men of work in North 

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Carolina. He has not pressed his claims upon public confi- 
dence and favor, but he has come into position and useful ser- 
vice by virtue of stalwart manhood, excellent religious char- 
acter, unsullied reputation, and fidelity to duty. No duty is 
too small for his painstaking attention, and no position too 
large for his natural and acquired capacity. Many have sat 
at his feet to learn wisdom, and many have touched his heart 
to find it a fountain of sympathy." 

Emmett L. Moffitt. 

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Three years ago, the 11th of next December, on Sunday 
afternoon, a large concourse of people met in a solemn ser- 
vice at the old Moravian Church in Salem, North Carolina. 
Distinguished out-of-town visitors were in the audience and 
upon the platform. The occasion was the funeral cere- 
monies over the remains of the town's most noted son, John 
Henry Boner. He had died in Washington, D. C, March 6 of 
the preceding year, and had been buried there in the Con- 
gressional Cemetery, with no stone to mark his grave. His 
admirers talked of a monument for him in Washington, but it 
was decided finally to remove him to his native soil, and now 
his grave may be found just to the right after entering the 
Moravian Cemetery, in Salem, N. C, through the center 

The small white slab that marks the green grave bears 
the following inscription: 


Born in Salem, N. G, 

January 31, 1845. 

Died in Washington, D. C. 

March 6, 1903. 

The gentlest of minstrels, who caught his 

Music from the whispering pines. 

Boner came of a good family, some of them regarded as 
wealthy, His parents, however, were poor, and their two 
boys had to earn part of their support. John Henry was given 
advantages of what schooling the small town afforded, which 
was limited. The Civil War came with his sixteenth year. 
Henceforth his education was gathered from the printing of- 
fice, which he entered as an apprentice in his teens. He was 
connected with newspapers in Salem and Asheville, part of 

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the time as compositor and part of the time as editor, until 
his twenty-third year, ] 868, when he secured a position as 
Reading Clerk in the North Carolina Constitutional Conven- 
tion. He was Chief Clerk of the General Assembly of the 
State 1869-70, and it was in Raleigh that he found his 

He was a strong partisan in politics on the unpopular 
side. This fact made it advisable for him to seek employ- 
ment and promotion beyond the bounds of his native state. 
He soon secured a civil service position in the government 
printing office at Washington, D. C. Here for fifteen years, 
till after the election of Grover Cleveland, the first Demo- 
cratic President after the war, he labored as compositor and 
proof-reader. In the meantime. 1883, he published his first 
volume of verse, "Whispering Pines," which was kindly re- 
ceived by his friends but brought him little renown from the 
public at large. He was charged with undue partisanship in 
politics and so lost his position in the government printing of- 

He now went to New York upon invitation of Edward 
Clarence Stedman, the poet and patron of poets, by whom a 
position was secured for him on the editorial staff of "The 
Century Dictionary." Here he worked side by side with Dr. 
Marcus Benjamin, now of Washington, D, C. who became a 
constant and valuable friend. It was here also that he la- 
bored with Dr. Rossiter Johnson, still of New York, who be- 
came an abiding friend. 

Boner's lyrics now served as a passport into the Authors' 
Club, in which he was honored with a membership in 1888. 

While on the Century staff, he did much proof-reading on 
Stedman's Library of American Literature. He served for a 
time as literary editor of the New York World. Then for 
three years, 1892-94, was engaged as one of the editors in 
preparing The Standard Dictionary. 

Upon the completion and publication of this dictionary. 
The Funk and Wagnalls Co., recognized Boner's ability by 
making him editor of The Literary Digest, which position he 
held about three years, and might have held it at will but for 
his dogged persistence in having his own way. He had great- 

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ly improved the periodical, as anyone may see who will take 
the time to compare the volumes issued during these three 
years with those just preceding, and severed his connection 
only because he could not have his will about some minor 
matter of the publication. 

In the meantime he had built a home on Staten Island, 
which he named "Cricket Lodge." It was the only home 
Boner ever owned and with the loss of a remunerative editor- 
ship went the hope of owning this till death, and finally went 
the home itself. The following quotations from his lyrics 
show his changing hopes. This is from "Cricket Lodge" up- 
on lighting his first fire there Oct. 15, 1893: 

"On a green and breezy hill 
Overlooking Arthur Kill 
And the Orange Monntains blue 
In their everchanging hue — 
Here not far from where the gull 
Skims along the Kill von Kull, 
Winging to the upper bay 
Thence the ocean vast to roam, 
Here for life's remaining day 
I have builded me a home." 

But he would have preferred making his home in the Old 
North State, for the poem continues — 

"Rather had I hewn my beam 
By old Yadkin's gentle stream — 
Rather there on wintry days 
Felt the cheery lightwood's blaze, 
Heard the cawing of the crow 
And the wild goose honking go — 
Rather there the summer long 
Melon, fig and scuppernong 
Seen and tasted — rather there 
Felt the ever balmy air; 
But not thus the stern fates would. 
Be it so — and God is good." 

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After a while failing health and a diminishing purse bring 
forebodings as expressed in "Lodge and Mansion" — 

"How shall I for a livelihood provide 
■ Another year, that I may lock my door 
Each night upon a small but certain store, 
And safely in my little lodge abide? 
Surely I have no heaven offending pride; 
I earn my bread, nor feel the labor sore; 
Have little, but no spite for who has more; 
Yet I do always fear the reckless stride 
Of some rude fate toward my cherished all. 
Shame on such fears. Down, down beside thy 

This night, remembering that the sparrow's fall 
Is noted, and the cricket wisely fed. 
Not for thy lodge, but for a mansion call, 
To Him who had not where to lay his head." 

This fear, this foreboding would not down, and the story 
of how this uneasiness brought a dreaded reality is told in a 
later poem, "The Wolf" — 

"The wolf came snifRng at my door. 
But the wolf had prowled on my track before. 
And his sniff, sniff, sniff at my lodge door-sill 
Only made me laugh at his devilish will. 

* * * :|: * * 

And the time came when 1 laughed no more, 
But glanced with fear at my frail lodge door. 
For now 1 knew that the wolf at bay 
Sooner or later would have his way. 
* * * * * * 

A crash, and my door flew open wide, 
IVIy strength was not as the beast's at my side. 
That night on my hearthstone cold and bare 
He licked his paw and made his lair." 

The tragedy that these poems reveal is what many 

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another has experienced, and was second. in Boner's life only 
to what followed the next few remaining years. 

Destitution forced him to appeal to friends in Washing- 
ton. A position as proof-reader was secured for him in the 
government printing office. But consumption had sapped his 
strength and he could not do even the light service assigned 
him. In the summer of 1901 he came to North Carolina and 
staid until about the first of January, 1 902, getting money for 
this trip by publishing a little pamphlet of poems written since 
the publication of "Whispering Pines," and published at in- 
tervals in the magazines, — the "Century" mainly. During 
this last visit to North Carolina, Boner went to the old home- 
stead in Salem, and under the title "Broken and Desolate" 
speaks touchingly of his mingled feelings as he entered the 

"My very footfall on the floor 

V/as unfarniliar. It did seem 

To me like walking in a dream — 

All sadly altered— home no more — 

A shattered house — a fallen gate — 

A missing tree — red barren clay 

Where flowers once stood in bright array — 

All changed— all broken — desolate. 

But when I came to stand within 
The room where summer moons had shed 
Soft luster round my dreamful bed 
When my young life was free from sin — 

^ * * H= * 4; 

I could no more — I pressed my face 
Against the silent wall, then stole 
Away in agony of soul, 
Regretting that I had seen the place." 

Upon his return to Washington he was able to take up 
his task at the desk again, but his strength soon failed and 
it was now a struggle against the relentless hand of disease 
until the foe conquered Mar. . 6 1 903. Friends were not 

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wanting and the anxiety expressed in the following lines some 
years before, did not trouble his ebbing life: 

"Where shall my grave be— will a stone 

Be raised to mark a while the spot, 

Or will rude strangers, caring not, 

Bury a man to them, unknown, 
It was his desire to be buried beneath the shade of the 
trees in the Moravian cemetery at Salem and it was the ex- 
pression of that desire in this poem, "City Bells" that occa- 
sioned the event mentioned in the beginning of this sketch of 
his life. The closing lines of the poem are: 

* * * But by God's good grace 
Where'er it be my fate to die, 
Beneath those trees in whose dark shade 
The first loved of my life are laid 
I want to lie." 

Boner's lyrics are sweet, gentle songs of the heart. They 
are pleasurable fireside companions after the day's work is 
done, and should be in far more homes and hearts than they 

The Story of His Best Poem. 

The one lyric above any other that is likely to keep Bo- 
ner's name alive is "Poe's Cottage at Fordham." The story 
of how it came to be written is thus told by a friend and com- 
panion of Boner's:* 

"It was late in October, 1888," says this friend, "when 
we finally made our little pilgrimage to the Poe Cottage. * 
* * The day was somber and chill, no otherwise than must 
have been that day forty years agone 'in the lonesome Octo- 
ber' of Poe's 'most immortal year,' upon which he conceived 
his Ulalurne. 

Through an afternoon, we lingered in and about the cot- 
tage by the grace of the only man then tenanting it, * * 
Within the cottage * * the main room, the narrow cham- 

*E. O. Stedman in Century Magazine, Vol. 13, pp. 770-73. 

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ber to the left, — as stripped and sordid as when poor Virginia 
lay a-dying, — and the two rooms under the roof, all conform 
to the oft recounted traditions. 

My companion [Boner], deeply impressed, renewed all 
the passion of his youth for the most renowned of Southern 
writers. As we finally left the plateau [upon which Fordham 
Cottage stands], he exclaimed: 'You must write a poem about 
this visit.' I replied that I would much sooner edit the poet's 
works after a different method from that previously applied 
to them.* 'But look here,' I added, 'do you see a poem in 

'Indeed, I do,' he replied with empasis. 

'Then,' I said, 'go straight home, and write it while you 
feel it— that is the one recipe for making the best lyric. ' 

Boner was, in fact, a natural lyrist * * * ^ bul; when 
he brought to me, after a few days, his first draft of Foe's 
Cottage at Foi^dham, I saw at once that he had written bet- 
ter than he could, or than anyone else could, or need here- 
after write upon the same theme. 

Several stanzas seemed to both of us still unfinished, but 
the poem was captured, and he laid it by and worked over it 
at intervals until it reached the perfection to which so con- 
juring a rime was entitled. In the spring, accordingly, I read 
it to the editor of 'The Century,' who was instantly impressed 
by it, and, though unaware of its authorship, declared that it 
must appear in the magazine with a special picture of the 

He was equally surprised and pleased to learn that it was 
composed by a proof-reader on the Century Dictionary * * 

The new contributor had full reason to be contented with 
the editorial welcome given to his lyric, and still more so with 
the praise which it received from readers of every class when 
it appeared in the magazine for November, 1889. 

After the test of time it seems to have taken its place as a 
little classic, and is one of the finest American lyrics in point 
of melody, form, and * * * haunting impression." 

*Mr. Stedman and George E. Woodberry, later, edited Poe's 
complete works. Stedman edited a volume entitled "American 
Poets," in which he gives a critical estimate of Poe's works. 

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The following is the full text of the poem as printsd in 
"Boner's Lyrics," 1903: 

Poe's Cottage at Fordham: 

"Here lived the soul enchanted 

By melody of song; 
Here dwelt the spirit haunted 

By a demoniac throng; 
Here sang the lips elated; 
Here grief and death were sated; 
Here loved and here unmated 

Was he, so frail, so strong. 

Here wintry winds and cheerless 

The dying firelight blew 
While he whose song was peerless 

Dreamed the drear midnight through, 
And from dull embers chilling ^ 

Crept shadows darkly filling 
The silent place, and thrilling 

His fancy as they grew. 

Here, with brow bared to heaven, 

In starry night he stood. 
With the lost star of seven 

Feeling sad brotherhood. 
Here in the sobbing showers 
Of dark autumnal hours 
He heard suspected powers 

Shriek through the stormy wood. 

From visions of Apollo 

And Astarte's bliss, 
He gazed into the hollow 

And hopeless Vale of Dis; 
And though earth were surrounded 
By heaven, it still was mounded 
With graves. His soul had sounded 

The dolorous abyss. 

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Proud, mad, but not defiant, 

He touched at heaven and hell. 
Fate found a rare soul pliant 

And rung her changes well. 
Alternately his lyre, 
Stranded with strings of fire. 
Led earth's most hanpy choir 

Or flashdd with Israfel. 

No singer of old story 

Luting accustomed lays. 
No harper for new glory. 

No mendicant for praise, 
He struck high cords and splendid, 
Wherein were fiercely blended 
Tones that unfinished ended 

With his unfinished days. 

Here through this lowly portal, 

Made sacred by his name, 
Unheralded immortal 

The mortal went and came. 
And fate that then denied him. 
And envy that decried him. 
And malice that belied him, 

Have cenotaphed his name." 

For perfection in lyric form, this little classic can keep 
company with Gray 's FAegy. 

W. P. Lawrence. 

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There is a college patriotism. Every true-hearted man, 
every noble-hearted woman, who has felt the influence, im- 
bibed the spirit, of a college feels it and understands it, and 
counts it a priceless possession. What is this patriotism and 
whence does it originate? 

To define college patriotism it will be well to consider other 
kinds of patriotism. National patriotism, the kind we readily 
think of when we mention patriotism is the pission a citizen 
feels for the land that gave him birth and has since given him 
shelter and security of life. It is love of country and the flag 
—a passion which impels one to serve one's country, either 
in defending her from invasion, or protecting her rights, or 
maintaining her laws and institutions in vigor and purity. 
This noble sentiment, the eternal and necessary characteris- 
tic of a good citizen, is the noblest passion that animates a 
man in his civic capacity. In times of war and national dan- 
ger it strews the battlefields with the mutilated corpses of those 
in whose breast it wells up. In times of peace it begets a 
lively interest in all that looks to national prosperity and pro- 
gress; it insures democracy and crowns liberty. That coun- 
try is safe whose sovereign integrity is guaranteed by patriot- 
ic citizens. 

There is further a patriotism of the home, and another of 
the church, and others in other varied spheres of life. We 
sometimes call these by different names, patriotism in the 
home for example, is family pride; that in the church is 
church loyalty —but what's in a name? The sentiment that 
prompts family pride, church loyalty, veneration for the Alma 
Mater, and national patriotism is at basis one and the same. 
The same love directed towards the state, gives national 
patriotism; towards the church, church loyalty; towards the 
family, family pride; towards the college, veneration for the 
Alma Mater, what this article designates as College patriotism. 
It is therefore clear that college patriotism, similar to the love 
of a citizen for his country, of a Christian for his church, of a 

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son for his mother, is the passion of a student in college for 
the institution and, after he has left, for his Alma Mater. This 
is a noble passion — prompting men to do their best as students 
and to succeed most as graduates or as one of those who 
dropped out — a passion that impels him to advance the inter- 
est of the institution that gave him intellectural birth — the 
noblest passion that stirs the heart and fires the brain of man 
in his intellectual capacity. 

But it is not enough to define these passions, or rather 
to follow out the ramifications of the same fundamental pas- 
sion in all the spheres of human activity. We must know 
their origin to appreciate them fully, the basis upon which 
they rest — for we can never be said to know a thing until we 
know its history, its origin, the terminus a quo. Whence then 
the origin of these various kinds of patriotism? They are one 
and all grounded on gratitude — a passion than which there is 
none more beautiful — ^than the lack of which nothing renders 
more odious and contemptible. Gratitude is the basis of all 
patriotism, whether it be national, of the home, of the church, 
of the college — gratitude for service rendered for which the 
mind feels there is no adequate compensation on the part of 
the recipient. Why do you love your native land? Because 
she has given you birth and guaranteed to you personal se- 
curity and happiness — things which by your own efforts you 
could never acquire for yourself. Here is an occasion for 
gratitude — and gratitude when it has brought forth gives rise 
to patriotism. Why do you love home, have family pride? It 
is because you feel gratitude to your parents for the sacrifices 
they have made for you — sacrifices which you can never re- 
pay. Why do you love the church? Because of the grati- 
tude you feel for the "peace that passeth all understanding" 
in this life and the assurance she vouchsafes you of eternal 
happiness in the life to come. Why do you love your Alma 
Mater? Because by her efferts, all unenumerated by you, 
she has made the world over again for you, broadened the ho- 
rizon of your vision, deepened the penetration of your insight 
— constituted you a new creature. Gratitude is at the base 
of patriotism of whatsoever sort — patriotism is gratitude in 
the fruitage. 

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There is a vast difference between the timid, bashful, 
hesitating freshman and the same man who four years there- 
after receives his diploma and with confidence of added pow- 
ers and the inspiration of a larger vision leaves behind him the 
sacred walls of Alma Mater and goes forth to do his part of 
the world's v/ork. He is become a new man, and the 
college has made him so. The study of history has taught 
him the philosophy of progress; the Social Sciences have 
taught him the principles of elevating the race; through the 
department of English he has been brought face to face with 
great characters in all circumstances and conditions of life; 
mathematics has rendered him exact and painstaking; Latin 
and Greek have introduced him to the life and civilization of: 
peoples other than his own and far different from his own and 
so broadened his sympathies and developed him culturally 
philosophy has revealed to him the laws of himself — the men- 
tal machine; physical science has enabled him, as Kepler so 
grandly put it, to think God's thoughts after him in the crea- 
tion and maintenance of the universe; the scientific study of 
Holy writ has deepened and strengthened his spiritual life, 
giving him a sa,ne philosophy of existence and an accurate un- 
derstanding of divinity and of things divine. With larger vi- 
sions, with broader horizon, with deeper insight, with clearer 
foresight, the college graduate is become a new creature — 
has been transformed — and that too within the four years of 
his college course. This makes him grateful to the foster 
mother that travailed in his intellectual birth. 

The true college bred man, that man who rings clear, 
feels grateful to his Alma Mater just as he feels grateful to_ 
his mother, and as he loves his mother so will he \ove his fos 
ter mother, his Alma Mater, The man who goes through a col- 
ege and does not love her is a false man — a man who is wrong 
at heart — a man the world could well do without — a dishon-' 
or to himself and to his Alma Mater. An ingrate is the type 
of man to be avoided whether he be in the home, in the church, 
in the college, or in the state. He is not a fit companion — 
his association defiles — his influence is venomous to the nobler 
sentiments and higher aspirations of the heart and life. The 
true man, the noble woman, is grateful — grateful for favors 

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shown and kindnesses received at the hands of others, be they 
personal or institutional. 

The college man is a patriot towards his Alma Mater, if 
he is a true man, not only because she has made him a new 
man and refashioned the universe for his benefit, but because 
he feels that he has received these things at a discount and 
that he can never fully pay for them. His tuition for four 
years was only $200 — less than it costs to take a trip across 
the ocean and spend a month. And yet forfour years he has 
had expert guides in all parts of the earth and down into the 
bowels of the earth and among the lucid stars. He has view- 
ed life, civilization and the world under the microscope with a 
director always at hand to point the explanations his soul was 
yearning to receive. And during these 4 years of travel and 
study he has spent only $200 — he feels the smallness of the 
cost — he realizes the inability to repay fully — he feels grateful 
— grateful to the guides of these years — his faithful, scholarly 
teachers; grateful to the institution that secured the services 
and guaranteed the trustworthiness of these guides — grateful 
to his Alma Mater. 

Daniel Webster breathed the true spirit of college pa- 
triotism — felt this gratitude — when he made that famous 
speech before the U. S. Supreme Court in defence of Dart- 
mouth College, his Alma Mater. Dartmouth College was 
chartered by the state of New Hampshire with a duly con- 
stituted board of trustees or visitors. The legislature decided 
to make of it a so-called university and without the consent 
of its corporation progeeded to alter its charter accordingly. 
The corporation appealed and the case went up to the Su- 
preme Court of the U. S. , with Mr. Webster defending the 
college and another alumnus of the same institution as attorney 
for the state of New Hampshire. In the midst of the master- 
ful speech which he delivered upon that occasion, Mr. Web- 
ster, with much emotion disclaiming any ambition on his part 
to see Dartmouth become a University, realizing as he did the 
superior worth of the small college in the proper training of 
youth, said: '"It is true it is a small college, but- there are 
those who love it." Here, overcome with emotion, the great 
orator wept, nor was there a dry eye in that august court- 

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room, when, regaining control of himself, he continued, "Sirs, 
I love Dartmouth College, and when her integrity is at stake, 
when her ancient charter is to be amended against her will, I 
am the last man in the world to give assent; I would rather 
die, sirs, than have her say to me, 'Et tu, mi fili.' " 

Then are tens of thousands of men and women who feel 
towards their Almae Matres just as Mr, Webster did — and 
they are the salt of the earth — they are the men and the 
women who will carry forward the banner of progress. They 
are the men and the women who are the light of the world. 
Through men and women animated with such passions our 
liberties were achieved and through them they are to be pre- 
served. Our colleges need fear no evil while such men and 
women live. In the hands of such men and women the home, 
the college, the church, the state — humanity's every interest 
is safe. 

W. A. Harper. 

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Free translation from the German. — Story by Valkmann. 

It was already late in the night. In the dimly lighted 
room, which turned the heart sick with anxious dread when 
the loved ones entered it, there lay the old man's daughter 
ill [sick], dying. The grief-stricken father placed himself at 
the head of the sick-bed, while the bitter tears glided down his 
pale cheeks and dropped noiselessly upon the counterpane. 
Near him sat old Christina, the sick girl's nurse, and sobbed. 

After a short silence the sick woman opened her eyes 
and looked restlessly around as if she were seeking some- 

"What do you wish [want], my child, my poor Marie?" 

"The watch, father." 

From the table at the side of [near] the bed the father 
took a tiny gold watch, and handed it to the sick girl. 

"Open it," she whispered. 

He pressed the spring; it contained the picture of a young 
man. Gazing intently at it a few seconds, the girl whispered 
softly, almost inaudibly, "Under my pillow." 

The old Christina drew back the pillow, tenderly smoothed 
the golden hair which lay in luxuriant profusion upon the 
shoulders of the dying girl, and the old man, tremblingly, 
placed the watch upon the desired spot. 

The watch ticked audibly in the hushed room. The sick 
darling of the old man breathed difficultly and fitfully. Her 
white breast rose and sank slowly, almost imperceptibly. 
Then she became more quiet and seemed to sleep and to 
dream. From out of the watch, beneath the pillow, cams the 
soft, subdued words: 

"Dear, best friend," said the small hand to the large one, 
"why are you leaving me again so soon? You have scarcely 
come home." 

"Sweetheart," answered the large hand, "you know it 
cannot be otherwise; I must attend to my business, as be- 
comes a husband and a father, (and) as you attend to your 

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duties at home. I see you, you know, every hour in the day, 
and chat with you a little while. Very few men do that." 

"Oh," sighed the small hand, plaintively, "you always 
give me the same reply. I would never have thought it when 
we became betrothed. Our watch hung in the large, crystal- 
bright shop in Geneva, and the dial plate was turned exactly 
towards the beautiful blue lake, and you and I stood always 
near together, exactly at twelve o'clock. We looked out upon 
the quay where the people strolled in the evenings; we saw 
the steamers come in, and the tourists disembark, and then 
we glanced again across the crystal surface of the lake, away 
to the snow covered mountains and saw their summits glim- 
mering in the sunset's evening glow." 

"And after we were married," again said the large hand, 
"it was just as pleasant; I could always remain at your side; 
But one day there came a distinguished-looking young man 
into the shop and said to the jeweler, 'Show me the most 
beautiful ladies' watches that you have.' The jeweler placed 
his large horn spectacles upon his nose, came to the window 
and took our watch from its hook. 'Something very fine, up- 
on my honor, sir,' he said to him in French. 'It is, indeed, 
beautiful,' answered the young, and after examining 
it critically for a few minutes, attached to it a medallion 
which he took from his pocket, and counting out a number of 
gold pieces to the jeweler, left the shop. 

"But, outside, on the quay, had remained, meanwhile, an 
old man and a beautiful young girl, and when the young man 
stepped out of the shop they came to meet him. 'You re- 
mained quite a while, Conrad, said the young lady, and you 
wished to purchase only a watch key for the one that you lost 

But the handsome young man answered nothing and 
acted as if he had not heard the remark. He gave her his 
arm, and they sauntered slowly along the lakeshore. When 
they had left the old gentleman a few steps in the rear, he 
drew the watch from his pocket, and said, 'A little souvenir of 
beautiful Geneva, Marie, where our happy hearts found each 
other.' " 

At this moment the clock upon the city hall struck twelve. 

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The poor maiden gave a sigh and her head sank slowly upon 
her breast. Her father shrank back quickly, violently, and 
then, with an expression of unfathomable anguish, bent dis- 
tractedly over the head of his daughter to see whether he 
could see her breathe, or hear her heart beat. But both had 
ceased: She was dead. 

Tenderly, lovingly, he stroked the hair of his dead darling, 
and gently smoothed back the pillow. The watch slipped 
down into the bed. 

He took it up, gazed long and intently upon the dial-plate 
and said to the old Christina, who sat, weeping bitterly, in the 

"She died at twelve o'clock and the minute and the hour 
hands have stopped exactly at twelve o'clock. No one shall 
wind it up again — at least not until he comes and has read up- 
on its face the hour of her death. Go to bed, Christina; you 
have not slept for man nights. I will [shall] not need you 
any more. Good night." 

C. G. Howell. 

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We Americans are very deeply interested in athletics. 
This is one of the distinguishing characteristics of our nation- 
al life. If you want evidence of this fact attend a football 
game between two great universities, and see the thousands 
that gather there to witness the contest; notice the space 
that will be given it in next morning's papers, and you will see 
that we do not lack interest in the sport. The success of 
America in inter-national contests of recent years has flat- 
tered our national pride in no small degree. We are, as a 
race, comfortably sure of our superiority over any other 
race in the world. We view the statistics of the army and of 
college teams with pride and admit that there is something in 
the British saying that the battle of Waterloo was won on 
cricket fields. 

We Americans, however, are not as a whole an athletic 
nation. Nor is this due to physical weakness, but to the fact 
that our system is founded on a radically wrong idea. The 
problem of universal physical development, like that of uni- 
versal intellectural development, depends upon the schools 
and colleges of our land. And in every school and college 
the main object has been to discover a few champions. As 
the season for each sport approaches those who are not on 
the list who excel their fellows take their places in the grand 
stand to encourage the champions with their cheers. That is 
their part of the athletic feature of college life. 

We have come to regard the education and betterment of 
the masses on a grand scale as a legitimate and necessary 
field for government expenditure, but the encouragement of 
athletics among all the people has scarcely yet been attempt- 
ed. We pride ourselves not on the physical development of a 
great majority of our people, but upon the degree of perfec- 
tion to which a few specialists have attained. What are our 
great contests but places where people gather to be amused 
by the great achievements of men naturally gifted with physi- 
cal powers? They tend only to encourage the development 

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of the strong, and offer no incentive to the development of 
the weak, who really are in need of development. This is 
true of athletics in schools and colleges in no less degree than 
it is of athletics under other management. The object of col- 
leges is not to see how many men they can develop physically 
by training them to be skillful baseball, football and basketball 
players, but it is to see how well they can train a team in each 
of these respective games with which to defeat other colleges 
in inter-collegiate contests. Not that I would discourage in- 
ter-collegiate contests, for they are great incentives to col- 
lege spirit and athletic enthusiasm, but I would discourage 
the tendency to spend time and money in the preparation of 
teams for inter-collegiate contests and to neglect the develop- 
ment of physical weaklings who should be trained with the 
aim of making them better men and better citizens. 

The purpose of a college is to develop the mental, moral 
and physical powers of the student; and the physical develop- 
ment of all students is as important as the mental, and more 
so, if the student is weak physically. But it is a fact that col- 
leges spend hundreds of dollars for "coaches" and for equip- 
ping gymnasiums for the further development of those al- 
ready strong, and the pale-faced, weak-bodied men receive 
little or no attention. It is this spirit that has brought the 
professional element into athletics. And when professional 
players enter a game then the spirit of the game is dead. So 
long as a man goes into a game for mere pleasure, it is play; 
but when he does it as a means of sustenance, then it be- 
comes work. Men seeing that the object is to see how skill- 
ful a team can be secured now play baseball for the money 
there is in it; and good money they make at it, too, if skillful 
players. But what have they done for the game? Go and 
see a league game of baseball and you will find it very inter- 
esting to look at, but of no use as a means of the physical 
development of a great number of people. 

Each man is hired to do his part, and he does it with the 
same spirit with which the carpenter drives the nail. It is 
his means of making a living. The only interest manifested 
in the game is by the spectators who have paid to be amused 
for awhile. And the games that were intended for the physi- 

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cal training of all men are used for the benefit of a few and 
the amusement of many. 

But we note with pleasure that the colleges of our land 
are realizing the necessity of athletics for all and are bending 
their energies in developing the physical powers equally with 
the intellectual. Especially are we pleased to note the move- 
ment at Elon in this line. With Miss Helfinstein managing 
the physical culture course for the young ladies, and Prof. 
Pritchette directing the athletics for young men the day is 
fast approaching when the best opportunities for physical de- 
velopment will be in the reach of us all. 

. It is to be hoped that through the example of the colleges 
of our land the American people will be taught that athletic 
sports are not for the amusement of people, but for their 
physical development. 

Stanley G. Howell. 

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The world has a claim on us. What we give it, we owe 
it. The Apostle Paul gave full expression to this thought 
when he said: — "I am debtor both to Greeks and to barbarians; 
both to the wise and to the foolish." How fully and literally 
he justified that statement his familiar history testifies. His 
knowledge was placed at the service of all men, without re- 
gard to nationality, social position, or culture. He addressed 
himself to the Stoics and Epicureans at Athens, and to the 
Asiatic seller of purple and the brutal Roman jailer at Philip- 
pi. He had a ministry of healing for the household of the 
dignitary at Malta, and for the crazy slave by the Gaugites. 
He had a word of wholesome wisdom for Agrippa, and a word 
to put heart into the desperate sailors on the corn-ship. He 
did not shirk contact with the superstitions nor the specula- 
tions of Phrygia. He reasoned before Festus and harangued 
the howling mob at Jerusalem. He served the slave Onesi- 
mus and his master Philemon. I wish to impress the truth 
that Jcnowled^e, or powei^ is debt, under all its phases, 
intellectual, social, -personal, religious. Power is under 
obligation. Power is a debtor. Power owes; and the greater 
the power, the heavier the debt. 

The proposition involves a principle which finds its prop- 
er place at a critical point in life where preparation in the 
school room will soon merge into practice. The direction, the 
efficiency, the success of life will turn on the acceptance or 
the rejection of this principle. In other words, life will be one 
thing to him v/ho enters it saying, "I owe myself to the 
world," and quite another and a different thing to him who 
enters it saying, "The world owes everything to me." It is 
not denied that power in the individual, the endowment of 
genius, the wealth of knowledge, the gift of leadership must 
move and direct the masses of mankind. It has always been 
so and will always be, but the point at issue is not the fact of 
individual mastery, but the conception and use of it. The 
fact that the popular intellectual, moral and social level is 

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raised or depressed by the individual sage, saint, philanthrop- 
ist or king is the very fact that makes these debtors. This 
is the principle by which Paul's whole life was guided. It was 
not an original principle with him. He took it from Christ, 
who not only uttered, but incarnated it. It was He who was 
"in the form of God" before eternal ages, who was made in 
the likeness of men, and came to them saying, "I am among 
you as he that serveth." 

Culture, knowledge, taste, practical skill — any form of 
pov/er is impaired and perverted to the degree in which it 
misses the element of ministry, holds itself absolved from debt 
to mankind, and regards mankind as its debtor. This is the 
truth which all young men and women will do well to face as 
they face the world and step out from the quiet halls of study 
to take their places and perform their parts in the world. 
Culture is obligation. Knowledge is debt. The world is cred- 
itor, not you. A talent belongs in the market-place, not in a 
napkin: That man in Christ's parable who buried his pound 
would not see that principle meant interest also. He found 
it out to his cost when the day of reckoning came. In the 
popular conception mastery is the opposite of service, and ex- 
cludes service. This conception makes Culture as aristocrat- 
ic as titled nobility. Power becomes a temptation to arro- 
gance and selfishness. In the Christian conception mastery, 
power, means service. The ideal king is the one who serves 
his people best. The ideal person is the one who does most 
to enlighten, purify, and uplift others. Our Lord threw this 
truth into living and eternal embodiment, as He girded Him- 
self with a towel and washed the feet of His disciples, saying, 
■'The Son of man came not to be ministered unto but to min- 
ister, and to give His life a ransom for many." 

You have your share of right in mankind, but for the 
same reason mankind has its share of right in you and yours, 
and its right is an inherent right, a natural right, like the right 
of the earth to the sunshine or the river to the rivulets — the 
right of organic connection. You are debtor to your environ- 
ment. It is entitled to draw on you at sight and its checks 
are endorsed by the Almighty. According to the current 
phrase, to "pay the debt of nature" is to die. That is the on- 

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ly way in which some men ever pay it. Nothing in their life 
becomes them like the leaving of it. 

There is a popular type of, religionism which concen- 
trates its attention principally upon the life which is to come, 
and consoles itself for its stuntedness with the vain prospect 
of celestial perfection. The sooner such people get into the 
life which is to come, the better. Perhaps they will find con- 
solation there. At any rate, society will gladly give them a 
receipt in full for their debt for the sake of getting rid of 
them. To pay the debt of nature, as God intends it, is to live 
and serve. 

The thing which the world is suffering most from today, 
the troublesome quantity in the social equation, is simply the 
fact of the refusal of one section of society to recognize its 
debt to the other; the attempt to compound the debt by the 
payment of a certain percentage; the protest by the upper 
side against the claim of the under side. Dives is willing to 
throw scraps to Lazarus, willing to send occasionally a full 
meal, but Lazarus is to understand that this is a pure gratuity; 
that he has no right in the case, and that it is only through 
Dives' generous condecension that he is tolerated at the gate 
at all. To this idea there are many exceptions, but I am 
speaking of general tendencies, social drifts; and I affirm that 
a large section of even so-called Christian society has not yet 
gotten hold of the idea of gift and duty and sacrifice as a debt 
instead of a generous concession. Ignorance, degradation, 
stupidity do not justify the protest of wealth and culture, 
against their claim. They constitute the claim and empha- 
size it. "I am debtor both to the Greeks, and to Barbarians; 
both to the wise and to the foolish." Their claim may be ex- 
aggerated and unreasonable; it often is; but when these ele- 
ments are sifted out there is still a claim. 

The obligation of power to weakness, of culture to igno- 
rance, of skill to helplessness, is, as I have tried to show, a 
natural debt, an obligation inherent in the organic connection 
of things; but the obligation is emphasized a hundredfold by 
Christian principle. Very few people, I take it, have grasped 
the whole meaning of Christ's gift of Himself to the world. 
Certainly there are not many who have taken His ideal in its 

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full dimensions as their own standard of obligation. The cur- 
rent Christian conception of the individual's debt to the world 
includes a large measure of personal reserve. It is an ac- 
cepted Christian principle that a man owes something to his 
race; but along with this goes the principle that a man owes 
something (usually the larger share) to himself. The pe- 
culiarity of Christ was that He ignored the latter element en- 
tirely, and gave His whole self, His best, His life to the world, 
and thus backed with His own practical, Divine sanction His 
injunction to all His followers— that which constitutes the 
very essence and key-note of Christianity — to deny self, to 
say that self is. not, and thus to follow Him. 

Power, like everything else, depreciates by hoarding. 
JNlothing in God's universe can violate its own law and not suf- 
fer from its own violation. Issue, use. application are the laws 
of power. If a reservoir does not give out, its water, the water 
stagnates and breeds pestilence and fouls the reservoir. A 
man may hold money, but he holds with it. a shrunken soul. I 
give, then, this truth with which to face the world's work and 
warfare. You are not your own. You owe yourselves to the 
world. Whatever birth, fortune, education may have given 
you, society has a right to draw on it. You may refuse the 
tribute, and society may let you alone and pass you over. So 
much the worse for you. You will lose more than society 
will; and t?iough society may let you alone, your own swollen 
and deformed self will not let you alone, but will turn upon 
you like a demon and rend you. 

God bless our college! The best wish v/hich her best 
wisher can cherish for her is that her existence and her work 
may be justified in the efficiency and fruitful ministry of her 
sons and daughters. That she may not be a mere . splendid 
aggregation of buildings, libraries, laboratories, and sages, 
but a perennial fountain of Christian culture and social influ- 
ence and blessing; a perpetual manhood-making force which 
shall be felt in every heart-beat of the generations to come. 

W. S. Long. 

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At the beginning of the second quarter of the fifteenth 
century, when France was at the mercy of avaricious Eng- 
land, there issued from a remote cattle-pasturing section of 
France one of the most unique figures of all ages. We esti- 
mate the character of a renowned man by the standards of his 
own time. But the character of Joan of Arc can be measured 
by the standard of any age and still remain comparatively 
flawless. Yet she grew up in one of the most brutal, wicked, 
and corrupt ages of history. In her life we find all the virtues 
standing out in bold contrast to a surrounding in which vice, 
wickedness, and grossest immorality held universal sway. The 
story of her life and her character are both beyond the invent- 
ive reach of fiction. If there is any latent heroism in us the 
story of Joan will make our hearts beat strangely. 

Joan, the daughter of simple peasants, was born in 1412, 
and received the training of the common peasant girl. She 
did not learn to read and write, but learned to help her mother, 
and to sew and spin. She was deeply religious and went of- 
ten to church. The country around was full of legends and 
popular dreams, and amid these surroundings she grew up, 
beautiful in person and in character. 

At the age of sixteen she began to feel deeply the misery 
of France, After nearly a hundred years of war the French 
nation was nearly broken in recources, and especially broken 
in spirit. Only a few provinces and towns remained to the 
French. The English had laid seige to Orleans. Joan re- 
ceived command from God, through voices in visions, to go 
and raise the siege and crown the Dauphin king. 

Reluctantly did she steal away from unwilling parents 
and the scenes of her childhood, and answer the divine call. 
After much difficulty she reached the king and impressed him 
with the importance of her mission. 

She was put at the head of the whole French army. The 
army was ill organized and without strength. The spirits of 
the soldiers were broken through a hundred years of constant 

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defeat. They had plunged into the wildest dissipation. Joan 
transformed this huddled mob of weaklings into wolves of 
war. With three desperate assaults she raised the Siege of 
Orleans. The victors of a hundred years now turned their 
backs to the standard of an unlettered lass of seventeen. 
She gained victory upon victory, and, in an incredibly short 
time, forever broke the power of England in France. She 
now marched the Dauphin to Rheims and had him crowned 
king of France. 

When asked what she would have for her reward she de- 
manded of the king that her home village. Donuing. should go 
untaxed; and that she now be permitted to return to her 
brothers and sisters. The first request was granted, but the 
king would not let her leave the army. So she continued her 
war to the utter undoing of the English on every hand. But 
soon she fell into the hands of her enemies, and was fated 
to spend the remainder of her life in dungeons, and at the 
mercy of a relentless inquisition. Thus ended the briefest 
and most remarkable military career of history. It lasted 
only thirteen months, but in this brief time she changed the 
destiny of two great nations. France would have been an 
English province, but for her. Since that time millions of 
French people have lived and rejoiced in grateful admiration 
of the noble work of this sainted girl; and it should be so. 

The record of her trial by the French inquisition is the 
most heart rending story on the pages of history. Poe's vivid 
imagination of things horrible, could not create a more shock- 
ing story. She was chained, hands and feet, to a pillar in the 
prison. Rough English guards stayed by her all of the time, 
and were free to impose their terrible insults. This innocent 
peasant maid, unlettered, and untaught in the tricks of in- 
tellect, was brought from the prison, and without any witness 
or legal help, compelled to stand trial before sixty of the most 
learned men of France, who were turning heaven and earth 
for her life. But through all the trial she kept her faith in 
God, and always baffled every attempt of the shrewd persecu- 
tors. She was finally condemned, and on the 30th of May 
1431 was burned at the stake. Her last gaze upon this world 
was upon a rude cross which was given to her by a soldier 

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standing near the fire. An English soldier leaving the awful 
scene said, "We are lost, we have burned a saint," and it was 

There have been various opinions regarding this marve- 
lous maid. All agree that she exercised supernatural powers. 
The French and the rest of Europeans thought she was a 
saint. The English thought or claimed that her powers were 
of the devil. But this is easy to account for. She had de- 
feated those whom the English considered invincible, and had 
dealt a stinging blow to their self respect. In king Henry VI., 
first part, Shakespeare represents her as holding communion 
with fiends from hell. He also does violence to her noble 
character by representing her as denying her father when he 
had come to see her while she was on trial, and by representing 
her as having yielded to base passions. But no one believes she 
was a sorceress; and his last two accusations are contradict- 
ed by plain facts. We have it in the sworn records of the 
trial that she asked that she might return to her father; while 
well authenticated biographies represent her as striving to 
the last to retain her virgin purity. 

The historian Green, writing at a later data, recognizes 
that she was a saint. This is the opinion of English writers of 
to-day. But it is the tendency of Englishmen now to lay 
most of the blame for her death upon the church of France. 
But records of that time show that the English caused her to 
be burned. 

Guizot and Michelet devote considerable space in their his- 
tories to showing the miraculous work of this gentle, good 
and sainted girl. 

But the best account of the Maid of Orleans is by Mark 
Twain in his Personal Recollections of Joan of Arc. In his 
inimitable style he makes a reverent and sympathetic study 
of her life. It seems remarkable that a man like Mark Twain, 
who is mainly witty and humorous, should be drawn so closely 
to a character which was wholly devoid of material for humor. 
If any one is seeking a thrilling story of real life let him read 
Mark Twain's work. 

Dumas has called her "the Christ of France." This may 
have been bluntly put, but those who knov/ her, and what she 

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did for France, feel that it is at least figuratively true. Ta- 
king the human side of Christ she stands nearer Him than any 
other mortal that has ever lived. Her life was a sacrifice 
and her death a martyrdom. Miraculous elements are also 
found in her life. Those who have any trouble in believing 
the supernatural in the gospels should read the story of Joan, 
She held communion with the spirits of great men and women, 
and of angels. She had the gift of prophecy, and worked 
miracles. You will have to believe in her prophecies and the 
miracles she wrought; and to take as true her statements that 
she received these powers from God through angels, is the 
only way to account for what she did. Thus we have in Joan 
the most conclusive proof of the existence of an Invisible In- 
telligence which is greater than any power in the human race, 
and which directs the movement of the race. 

No story, either in the realms of history or fiction, can vie 
with the tragic horror and transcendent beauty of the Maid of 
Orleans. She incarnates all that is lovliest in woman with all 
that is most admirable in man. As long as the human heart 
endures, the narrative of her captivity and her burning will 
rouse feelings that lie too deep for tears, and should compel 
the English people and the Roman church to admit having 
committed the greatest crime in history since that which 
stands against the Jewish Sanhedrin and the Roman procon- 
sul, for the crucifixion. 

T. H. Franks. 

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Editorials. I 

It is with a sense of the responsibilities and an apprecia- 
tion of the duties before them that the members of The Elon- 
ian staff take upon themselves the editing of this, the initial 
number of a magazine which we hope is to develop into one of 
the most potent factors of our college life. We realize the 
honor that our respective societies have conferred upon us, 
and it shall be our aim to so direct the editorial affairs of the 
magazine as to prove ourselves worthy of the trust that has 
been committed to us. 

While the publication of an Elon College monthly is not 
an entirely new feature of our college work, it is new, in that 
those who are now members of the student body know nothing 
of the plans and purposes of The Elonian's predecessor. For 
this reason, The Elonian editors take the liberty of saying 
that they will be governed by no precedents — not because 
these precedents are unworthy of adoption, but because we 
know nothing of them, and prefer to enter the field feeling 
that we shall be free to draw upon any and all sources availa- 
ble for our help and inspiration. 

We know that the best wishes of the student body are 
ours already in this work; and, from the generous action of 
the Alumni in sharing with us the responsibility of our present 
undertaking, and from a knowledge of the devotion which 
they have always shown for their Alma Mater, we are safe in 
presuming upon their hearty co-operation — and this shall be 
one of our most valuable assets. 

To the new students who have this year joined our ranks, 
we offer a cordial welcome, predicting for them a pleasant 
and profitable year amidst the surroundings which have meant 

The Elonian. S5 

so much to us and to all those who have come under the in- 
fluence of this institution, and have become imbued with the 
"Elon spirit." "And we wish them to feel that The Elonian 
exists for them, too, and that it will come to be. in a large 
measure, what they aid us in making it. Our inability and in- 
experience are enough to enlist the active support of each and 
every student in this new undertaking; and we shall hope for 
the kindly aid and generous forbearance of all those who 
should be interested in The Elonian, and in the institution, 
which we hope, in some measure, to make it represent. 

G. G. H. 


In the development of true manhood there are three kinds 
of training which are necessary, viz. Mental, Moral and Phy- 
sical. Of these, each is dependant upon the others, and each 
is needed for the development of the others. Physical train- 
ing is the foundation and support of the other two. Emerson 
says, "'The first requisite of a gentleman is that he be a good 
animal." Physical training is of vast importance in college 
life. The colleges throughout our country realize this fact 
and good, healthy athletics is more popular among our schools 
now than ever before. 

Much has been done toward the advancement of the ath- 
letic spirit at Elon Gollege. The Athletic Association has 
been re-organized on a new and more solid basis. An athletic 
park is being fitted up for our baseball teams, a basket-ball 
ground has been made, and also new tennis courts. 

Scrub games of baseball, basket-ball and tennis are now 
being played, and there is a fine prospect for good teams this 
year, in each of these departments. 

The young ladies are entering heartily into the sports, 
playing basket-ball and tennis among the outdoor sports. Be- 
sides these field games, each young lady has systematic train- 
ing in the gymnasim under the direction of Miss Helfinstein, 
their physical director. 

With the hearty co-operation of the student body and 
the support of our friends, we can make this our best year in 
athletics. J. T. K. 

36 The Elonian. 

Never before in the history of our college have we so 
much felt the need of a college magazine. Just why we have 
gone on so long without it, no one seems to know. 

All, here and elsewhere, who are interested in Elon Col- 
lege, see the dawning of a new and better day in the history 
of the institution — and this new Magazine will be welcome, 
especially by the Alumni and old students scattered over the 
many states that have been represented here. Although each 
one is busy doing his own part of the world's work, he often 
looks back to his Alma Mater wondering at her progress and 
rejoicing at her prospects for the coming years. As a mes- 
sage from the old home, we trust The Elonian may be to 
every Alumnus and former student; and may it, help to keep 
the hearts of those who have received their degrees and those 
who have gone from us, courses unfinished, true to the inter- 
ests that are centered here. In fact, such an abiding interest 
is absolutely necessary if The Elonian is to escape the fate 
that befell its unfortunate predecessor "of the years gone by." 
We trust that the reception of this issue may be regarded as 
a personal appeal for subscriptions, for items of interest in 
regard to Alumni and old students, and for the practical 
sympathy of all in this new work which we are now under- 
taking. It is a work that nearly concerns us as a student 
body, as an institution, and as a band of patriotic sons and 
daughters. May we strive together for the permanent es- 
tablishment of a literary magazine which is to become a worthy 
exponent of the high ideals to which Elon College stands al- 
ready committed. 

A. S. 

The Elonian. 37 

"Sic itur ad asiTa." 

The air is full of athletics. Tennis, baseball and basket- 
ball are played every day, and an extraordinary interest is 
manifested in them all. 

Mr. Hugh Glymer, of Greensboro, visited his sister, Miss 
Bronna, here last week. 

Winter will soon be here. The wind blows cold from the 
north, and we crawl into our heavy coats. Straw hats, of 
which we see a few, bring back memories of the hot weather, 
but they will soon disappear, and then we will have nothing to 
remind us of the "good old summer time." 

Several of the students attended the State Fair at Ral- 
eigh, and the Central Carolina Fair at Greensboro last month. 

Most of the excitement is over. All the young men have 
joined one of the two societies. If they regret their choice 
they have kept it to themselves. We would naturally sup- 
pose they are resting after the season of indecision and per- 
plexity that might naturally arise from trying to decide which 
is the best of the two societies, each of which is "the best." 

Lost, Strayed, or Stolen. — Air the water from the college 

A few nights ago, one of the new girls in West Dormitory 
heard a noise in a corner of her room that sounded danger- 
ously like a mouse. She hastily mounted the table where the 
Matron found her twenty minutes later. After finding out 
the cause- of the girl's fright the Matron calmly told her it was 
merely the heat coming on in the radiator. 

Miss Minnie Winston, of Greedmore, has been visiting her 

38 The Elonian. 

sister, Mrs. Peace, at West Dormitory. She brought little 
Miss Gladys Peace who will spend the winter here with her 
mother, and attend the graded school. 


(With apologies to Rudyard Kipling.) 

"What is the whistle blowing for?" a scared new student cries, 
"The boys have tied the cord down tight," a cool old girl 

"1 tell you what! I sure was scared." the poor girl said, that 

'"Don't worry," said the old one, "you'll get used to that all 


"For they've started up a bonfire. You can hear it crack and 
But if the Dr. catches them, they'll do this thing no 
0, isn't it a shame to get demerits by the score? 
For they're making up a bonfire in the morning." 

The following students have attended the Jameston Ex- 
position since the opening of school: Miss Elise Atkinson, Mr. 
G. B. Pritchette, Miss Narvie Hobby. Mr. J. U. Newman, Jr., 
and the Messrs. Garrison. 

There are eight states represented in the student body this 
year: North Garolina, South Carolina, Virginia, Florida, Geor- 
gia, Pennsylvania, Alabama, Maryland; and in addition to 
these we have several from Cuba and one from Spain. 

A large number of students attended the Burlington Fair 
the first week in October. 

Listen! A peculiar noise floats from the Administration 
Building. Can any one volunteer information as to the 
cause ? ( The effect is evident. ) Some members of the Band 
are practicing, they say. Yes, the young men have organized 
a band of twenty pieces. (They tell us the music will be here 

The Elonian. 39 

later. This may be some consolation to some of us who were 
beginning to fear that the manufacturers forgot to tune the 
instruments before shipping. ) 

The second year elocution class gave a matinee to the new 
college students and new members of the faculty, in the Audi- 
torium Oct. 10, at 3 P. M. The following took part: Miss 
Maude Pritchard, Mr. T. H. Franks, Miss Nannie B. Farmer, 
Miss Elsie Atkinson, Miss Annie Spencer, and Mr. R. P. 
Grumpier. The program was enjoyed by all present. 

Miss Josie Pritchard, who has been teaching Art in Lib- 
erty Normal College, has had typhoid fever. She is much 
improved now, and we wish for her a speedy recovery. 

Rev. G. 0. Lankford, who graduated last June, has spent 
a week in our midst. He conducted chapel services two 
mornings and preached for us the second Sunday. He is a 
young man who is regarded very highly by both student body 
and faculty, and our best wishes go with him as he takes up 
his new work in Alabama. 

One of the new boys the first night was very much wor- 
ried because he could not blow out his electric light. 

Soon after the opening, the young ladies' society hall and 
the main corridors on the first floor of the Administration 
Building were the the scene of a reception tendered the new 
students by the Young Men's and Young Women's Ghristian 
Associations. While its main purpose was to extend a wel- 
come to those who have only this year entered Elon, the old 
students, too, were present and participated in the pleasure 
and interest of the evening. 

40 The Elonian. 


This year marks a new era in the athletic field of our 
college life. Ninty-five per cent of the male students are mem- 
bers of the Athletic Association. Baseball already bids fair 
to be the crowning feature of the coming season. Tennis and 
basket-ball clubs have been organized, and in these less 
stenuous games a healthy contest is waged. 

The young ladies, under the supervision of Miss Hel- 
fenstein, who is the director in the physical culture depart- 
ment, are trained in calisthenics, and in the various in-door 
games and exercises. 


In the history of any institution the literary society 
stands pre-eminent among the auxiliary factors which are 
conducive to the larger development of young men and young 
women. The curriculum, or the elective course, it is true, is 
the first essential: but it i s in the literary society that the 
young men and young women most freely put to the test 
the things they are imbibing day by day. It's the open arena 
where battles of the future are fought to a finish in a manner 
so realistic as to nerve the contestants for the real exper- 
ience of after life. The literary societies of Elon College have 
been successful in this field, as may be judged from the re- 
presentatives they have sent out into the different vocations 
and professions. The year has opened with bright prospects 
for all the societies, and we look to the future hopefully for 
even better results than have heretofore been attained. 


Parallel with our athletic and literary enthusiasm is the 
interest manifest in our religious organizations. What field 
sports are to physical development, the different religious 
organizations are to the spiritual growth in an institution. 
A sound, healthy body is necessary to an active, cultured mind, 
yet the harmonious combination of the physical and the men- 

Thb Elonian. 41 

tal does not insure the highest type of charact er. With these 
two there must be the right spiritual development. It is to the 
harmonious blending of these — the physical, the mental, and 
the spiritual — that Elon College is committed; and it is the 
highest type of such a blending that she wishes to see exem- 
plified in the lives of her students. 

Y. M. G. A. 

The Young Men's Christian Association begins the year 
with brighter anticipations than ever before. Renewed in- 
terest is taken in the work by the old students and a hearty 
co-operation is met with in the new men. No organization in 
college is more beneficial, more helpful, than this, nor does 
any afford a better opportunity for developing Christian char- 
acter among our men. Those who meet in the Y. M. C. A. 
Hall on Sunday afternoons, in heart to heart talks, cultivate a 
kindred spirit, a spirit of brotherly love that works its way out 
into the entire student body. The Y. M. C. A. work is a great 
work, and every student who willfully neglects this part of col- 
lege life misses many of the best things that should enter into 
every college education. 

Y. W. G. A. 

The Young Women's Christian Association also begins 
the year's work with a large membership and a very promising 
outlook. This organization has done a good work here, in the 
past, in the development of an ideal, Christian womanhood. 
An organization of women and for women, it appeals to ail 
who are interested in the spiritual welfare of the young wom- 
en of the college, 

G. E. 

The Christian Endeavor Society is well organized, and 
the large enrollment gives promise of a successful year's 
work. Much interest is manifested in the Sunday night meet- 
ings, both by the young women and the young men of the. col- 

4S The Elonian. 

Amos^g THose of OtHer Days. 

'Forsan et haec olim Tneminisse iuvabit. 

To those whose days of apprenticeship at Elon College 
have drawn to a close, the present students have a message 
of remembrance and kindly reminiscence. For those that 
have left the "hill" before their allotted four years passed, we 
also have a kindly and fraternal feeling, and it is to these, too, 
that we set aside this portion of Thh Elonian. 

Though the prospect of the joy of return to what will 
soon be our Alma Mater is enhanced, as our time for depart- 
ure draws, near it is with a feeling of regret that we think of 
the changes that yearly take place in the student body. But 
it is good that this should be so. An institution gains its pres- 
tige and maintains its position through the success of its 
alumni and old students, and no more pleasant task can be given 
those who have left us than to ask them to consider anew the 
phenomenal advancement of the cherished institution whose 
worth to them steadily increases as the years roll by. 

The success of Elon's old students and alumni has been 
largely the result of the materializing of the ideals which they 
imbibed here; and, of their success and, record, Elon is justly 

Rev. G. G. Peel, " '91," the oldest living graduate of this 
institution, married Miss Anderson of Alamance Gounty, and 
is now a successful minister residing at Elon GoUege and is do- 
doing work in the N. G. and Va. Gonference, For four years 
he has been pastor of the Union Ridge Ghristian Ghurch. At 
present he is pastor of Hebron, Mine's Ghapel, and Virgilina 
Ghristian Ghurches. For two sessions he served as Presi- 
dent of the N. G. and Va. Ghristian Gonference, and is at 
present a member of its Home Mission Gommittee. Rev. 
Peel rendered the conference very valuable service as secre- 
tary of the Executive Gommittee, upon which he also served 
several years. This year he delivers the annual address be- 
fore his conference. 

The Elonian. 43 

Rev. Herbert Scholz, " '91," is an influential minister and 
teacher at Macon, N. G. When President E. L. Moffit, then 
professor of English in Elon College, was pursuing post-grad- 
uate work at Harvard, Rev. Scholz took his place for one year. 
Profiting by his success in this line of work, he taught, for 
several years, at Damascus and Chapel Hill, N. C, later ta- 
king special work at the University of North Carolina. While 
pastor of the Berkley Christian Church, which position he 
held with credit to himself and the institution of which he is 
an Alumnus, Rev. Scholz brought his charge practically out of 
debt, later organizing the South Norfolk Christian Church. In 
1899 he delivered the Alumni address, and is, at present, one 
of the Alumni editors of The Elonian. 

Rev. N. G. Newman, " '91," was for four years pastor of 
Holy Neck and Franklin Christian Churches, and for the same 
length of time had in his charge the East End Newport News 
Christian Church. At present he is pastor of Holy Neck and 
Holland churches. For four years he has been, and is now, 
president of the Eastern Virginian Christian Conference. 
During eleven years he was president of the S. S. Convention 
in this conference, and during his tenure of office it became 
the most effective body of its kind in the Christian Church, 
South. Rev. Newman is a preacher of exceptional ability. 
He was the first Elon graduate to deliver the Alumni address, 
which he did in 1896. Rev. Newman married Miss Kate Clen- 
denin of Graham, niece of Dr. W. S. Long. 

C. L. Graber, who was one of the most pupular students 
that ever came to Elon College, dropped out before gradua- 
tion, accepting a position as the Missippi agent of J. Van Lind- 
ley Nursery Co., of Greensboro. After several years at this 
work, in which he was most successful, he returned to North 
Carolina and took unto himself a wife. At present he occu- 
pies an elegant home in Jackson, Miss., where he is a promi- 
nent banker and extensive land owner. 

C. D. West attended school here for two years, later pur- 
suing special work at the Virginia Polytechnic Institute, and at 

44 The Elonian. 

Poughkeepsie. At present he is a prominent broker and real 
estate dealer in Newport News, at which place, too, he is a 
leading member of the Christian Church. Mr. West has al- 
ways been a liberal friend of the college, having last year 
equipped a room in West Dormitory. He is a member of the 
Board of Trustees of the Christian Orphanage. 

W. J. Graham, who is today a successful farmer of Ala- 
mance county, left college at the end of his third year, and 
took a course at Poughkeepsie. Later he was engaged in the 
tobacco business at Danville. Va. In 1904, Mr. Graham was 
chosen to represent his county in the legislature, and while 
there served upon three committees. For several years he 
has been a member of the County Board of Education. 

Mrs. J. M. Cook (nee Miss Irene Johnson) was the only 
graduate of '92. For seven years she was teacher of French 
and assistant in Mathematics at Elon. After graduation at 
Elon she took special work at the University of Chicago. At 
present she is engaged in teaching at Cardenas, N. C, near 
her old home. 

The Elonian. 45 


It was with deep regret that we learned of the 
death of Chas. F. McCauley, at Asheville, N. C, Oct. 
51st, 1907. Mr. McGauley was born near Chapel 
Hill, N. C, some twenty-seven years ago. He grad- 
uated at Elon College in 1902, and immediately af- 
terwards taught school at Damascus, his boyhood 
home. Later he had charge of the public school at 
Spring Hope, N. C, at which place he was teaching 
when, nine months ago, he was forced to give up his 
work and go to Asheville, in search of better health. 
He was married on the the 26th of December, 1906, 
to Miss Carrie Matthews, a prominently connected 
and highly accomplished young lady of Spring Hope. 

He was , deservedly popular during his college 
life, always a student, thinker, and a Christian gen- 
tleman. And the success with which his efforts met 
in after life gave promise of great accomplishments; 
but dread consumption claimed him at the rosiest pe- 
riod of life. His death is all the more sad in that he 
leaves a young wife, who was unable to attend his 
funeral, and a babe only two weeks old. His bereaved 
family have our deepest and most sincere sympathy. 


46 The Elonian. 

Et monere ei moneri proprium est verae amieitiae et alterum lihere faeere, nan 
aspere, alterum, patienter aecipere non repugnanter. 

If our exchange department for this issue seems deficient 
in quantityof material or different in quality from what our 
readers might expect, we trust they will pardon us, since we 
lack a very essential element — a supply of magazines from 
other colleges. We have written to quite a number and have 
received acknowledgments from several signifying their will- 
ingness to exchange. We hope that all our brother, or sister, 
editors who may receive a copy of "The Elonian", will 
promptly favor us with an exchange copy. 

In this way we trust we may become as closely united 
with our sister colleges in feeling as we are in purpose; and 
that through their acquaintance and assistance we may grow 
stronger as we grow older. 

May the coming year mark the most prosperous era in 
the history of all our college magazines. 

J. Willis Barney, 
Exchange Editor. 

The Elonian. 47 


Many children are so crammed with everything that they 
really know nothing. 

In proof of this read these veritable specimens of de- 
finitions, written by public school children: 

"Stability is taking care of a stable." 

"A mosquito is the child of black and white parents." 

"Tocsin is something to do with getting drunk." 

"Expostulation is to have the smallpox." 

"Cannibal is two brothers who killed each other in the 

"Anatomy is the human body, which consists of three 
parts, the head, the chist, and the stummick. The head con- 
tains the eyes and brains, if any. The chist contains the 
lungs and a piece of the liver. The stomach is devoted to the 
bowels, of which there are five, a, e, i, o, u, and sometimes w 
and y." — Selected. 

"What little boy can tell me the difference between the 
quick' and the 'dead'?" asked the Sunday-school teacher. 

Willie waved his hand frantically. 

"Well, Willie?" 

"Please, ma'am, the 'quick' are the ones that get out 
of the way of automobiles: the'ones that don't are the 'dead'." 
— Selected, 

"Please, mum," began the aged hero in appealing tones 
as he stood at the kitchen door on washday, "I've lost my 
leg " 

"Well, I ain't got it," snapped the woman, slamming the 
door. — Selected. 


Miss Smith: I understand your son is pursuing his studies 
at college. 

Mr. Wiggins: Yes, but from what I can ascertain, I don't 
believe he will ev«r catch up with them. — Selected, 

mart OdbtlfM fnr (^tntUmtn. 

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To these we cordially invite your inspec- 
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Thanksg-iving Sermon Preached at Elon College November 28, 
1907. 89 

Whittier's Life and Writings 94 

Tennyson's Age and Influence .103 

Books of My Childhood , . , 105 

Sybil Deane 109 

t)4 Editorials 119 

^ Locals 124 

College Organizations 127 

Among Those of Other Days .' 130 

Exchanges 132 



Vol. I. Elon College, N. G., January, 1907. No. 3. 

Thanksgiving Sermon Preached at Elon College 
November 28th 1907. 

'He hath not dealt so with any nation — Praise ye the Lord." 
Psalm 147-20. 

BY REV. W. S. LONG, D. D. 

These words follow an ennumeration of national bless- 
ings. They sum up the reflections of the Psalmist. 

Jerusalem has peace within her borders. The bars of 
her gates strong. Bountiful harvests. Judgments and reve- 
lations from God had been gracious. 

By proclamation, the President of this great republic, 
and the chief executive of this state have called us together 
that we may express our gratitude to our loving Father {n 
heaven for state and national blessings. 

I. Look at the blessing coming from the form and 
general administration of our govermnent. 

1. The franchise of citizenship. 

Ours is emphatically what Ppresident Lincoln denomi- 
nated it, a government of the people, for the people, by the 
people. A more just conception of manhood, and the rights 
of man is nowhere found. 

£. The freedom of the ballot. 

Every citizen shares in the selection of all public officials 
from the lowest to the highest. Great Brittian has her 
House of Lords — 500 legislators by birthright — not chosen 
from the people by the people on account of fitness. 

3. The equality of men before the law 

No person deprived of liberty or property without due 
process of law. When accused of crime, is entitled to coun- 

90 The Elonian. 

sel, and to confront the accuser in open court, and to be tried 
by a jury of his countrymen. 

//. Consider the opportunities resulting from the 
distinctive features of our national life. 

1. The pathivay to office and to honor open alilce to 

Here the most humble boy may aspire to the most hon- 
orable and exhalted station. Many, many times has this oc- 
curred as in case of Lincoln, Johnson, Grant. Garfield, etc. etc. 

2. The chance for edrtcation. 

The population of the United States is about 90,000,000. 
We have 150,000 public schools. More than 200,000 school 
teachers, supported by $150,000,000 a year Over 10,000 
newspapers and periodicals with circulation of over 30,000,- 

///. Consider our physical and piaterial blessijigs. 

1. The physical configuration of our republic, and 
its comparatiim isolation, hy gulfs and seas on its borders 
are favorable to peace. Compare with other nations. 

There is no natural barrier extending through these 
states from east to west. The great rivers and mountains 
run in contrary direction— from north to south. When the 
terrible Civil War broke out, a school-boy as I was, I saw this, 
and said: "How can a barrier be erected between these states 
from east to west?" 

It was not done. It cannot be. God makes states and 
nations. This counti^y is one and inseperable. Let it be 
so noiv and forever. 

Permit a digression. Nearly 20 years ago, while seeking 
funds to build Elon College, I went to New England. One 
day I went into a hall in which a large number of educators 
were assembled. I was recognized, and invited to speak. The 
bitterness engendered by the civil war was more acute then 
than now. As 1 stepped upon the platform I saw the flag of 
our country hanging with graceful folds. 1 asked, "What in- 
terest do you think a southern man can feel in that flag?" I 
proceeded. Near my home in the south, and from the towerof 
Elon College over which I preside, and in whose behalf I am 
here, the battlefield of Alamance is visible. There in resis- 
tance to Brittish oppression the first blood of the Revolution 

The Elonian. 91 

was shed. But what has the south contributed towards the 
establishment and expansion of this great republic? 

Washington, the great, wise, and immortal leader. 

Jefferson who wrote the Declaration of Independence. 

Madison and Jefferson mainly instrumental in framing 
our constitution. John Marshall the great expounder of the 

North Carolina and Virginia ceded to the Union their 
western possessions. The two great states of Tennessee and 
Kentucky were thus obtained. 

In 1803 under the administration of Jefferson the Louis- 
iana purchase was made. Under Monroe 1826, the Floridas 
were purchased. Under Polk 1845, Texas and all territory 
north of the Rio Grande and west of the Louisiana purchase 
to the Pacific ocean was added. So that, excepting the 
thirteen original states und Maine, every star emblazoned on 
that glorious flag was put there mainly by southern states- 
manship and southern valor. Some years ago that flag was 
lifted, as we thought, against us and we shot at it. I do not 
stop to discuss the right or the wrong of that shooting. 
Another, of another generation will best do that. We, of the 
south had taken such a leading part in making that flag that 
we felt like we could do with it as we pleased, but let me say, 
we took a priviledge in that shooting that we allow to no one 
else i?t this counti^y or in the wide world. 

2. Owr possessions. What are we ivorth? 

The United States is not only the wealthiest country on 
the globe, but its lead over the other countries is increasing 
daily. As estimated by the census bureau, in a report just 
sent out, the wealth of the United States was in 1904, in round 
figures, $107,000,000,000. This was an increase of $18,600.- 
000,000, over 1 900. During the four years ending with 1 904 
the country's wealth expanded by a larger figure than its en- 
tire wealth amounted to ($16,000,000,000.) in the year in 
which Lincoln was elected, 1860. Yet the United States 
filled a pretty big place in May 1860. In that year, 
moreover, the slaves 4,000,000 in number, were counted as 
property and entered this $16,000,000,000, valuation. 

The best Brittish estimates place the wealth of the United 
Kingdom at about $50,000,000,000. It ranks next to the 

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United States, in this respect, but is far below it. Germany 
and France are each a few billions below Great Brittian, 

On the basis of increase from 1900 to 1904 our wealth 
is now. 1907, $119,000,000,000. Our wealth increases 
faster than our population. From 1800 to 1907 — (107 
years) our population increased 16 times, our wealth 119 
times. This indicates marvelous growth, and yet our country 
is but partly developed. North Carolina has 12,000,000 acres 
of unimproved land, Virginia 10,000,000, Tennessee 13,000,- 
000. So on for other states and territories. England has 
389 people to the square mile. We have less than 25, had 
we what England has we would have 15,600,000,000 inha- 

3. ThinJc how we have been favored in our ancestry. 

Selfishness generally underlies emigration. The Hebrews 
went into Egypt for corn. The Spaniard came to America 
for gold, but the Cavalier and the Puritan came to America in 
1607 and 1620 to establish a home. Driven by relentless, 
religious persecution from England, from France, many of 
them found a temporary home in Holland. Thence to these 
shores they came, bringing with them many ideas of civil 
government. So that to-day we are indebted to Holland more 
than to any other government in the world for the distinctive 
features of our government. Take, for instance, the four 
vital institutions upon which onr republic rests, and which 
have given it greatest prominence. I mean our public school 
system of free education; our freedom of religious worship; 
our freedom of the press; our freedom of the ballot. Not one 
of these came from England since none of them existed there 
until nearly a hundred years after they were planted in this 
country. Again, take the two documents upon which the 
whole fabric of our republic rests — the Declaration of Inde- 
pendence and the Federal Constitution of the United States. 
One is based almost entirely upon the Declaration of Inde- 
pendence of the United Republic of the Netherlands; while 
all through the Constitution its salient points are based upon, 
and some copied from, the Dutch Constitution. So strong is 
this influence upon our form of government that the Senate 
of the United States, as a body, derives most of the peculiari- 
ties of its organizations from the Netherland's States Gener- 

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al, a similar body, and its predecessor by nearly a hundred 
years, while even in our flag we find the colors and the five 
pointed stars of Holland. Group these facts and add others 
that history gives as coming to us from Holland and we con- 
clude that we should call Holland our mother country rather 
than England. 

Now it becomes us, in viev/ of these facts, to consider for 
a moment how we may express our thanks to God. I hold 
that it is by a full realization and appreciation of these bless- 
ings, and by a determination to transmit them unsullied to 
posterity. Our greatness is to be attributed to our Divine 
Christianity. A Christianity received as a fact by our fathers, 
practical, sublime. Only as it is incorporated in our hearts 
and sanctifies our desires and fortunes will it abide as a sav- 
ing power — the saving power of the Republic. 

God's Country is an unbroken eternity. All years, how- 
ever hard in the experiences they bring, are years of blessed- 
ness; it should be ours to receive what God sends and to be 
constantly thankful. 

We should thank Him who has made us and preserved us 
as a nation. Who revealed this continent when the proper 
time had come, and called to its shores faithful and Godly 
men who believed in God and in men as his children. Who 
preserved the national seeds planted in our colonies and united 
them for liberty and independence. Who made our young 
nation wise in counsel and strong in defense. Who pacified 
the strifes and eradicated the jealousies that separated our 
states and joined them anew in one indissoluble Union. Who 
has given us the wisdom to establish free schools and free 
churches, and has given us brave-hearted and clear-headed 
men to sacrifice and toil for the public virtue and peace. Who 
has given us an open Bible, a risen Christ, a loving church and 
a common faith in a righteous and redeeming Lord. Wh o 
crowneth this year of grace with His bountiful Goodness. 

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Whittier's Life and Writings. 

A second time this year we celebrate the one hundredth 
anniversary of an American poet. In Febuary, it was Long- 
fellow; now, Dec. 17, it is Whittier. Longfellow was ten 
months ahead of Whittier in the journey of life and had been 
in his grave ten years when the summons of the death-angel 
came to Whittier. The personal history of two contempo- 
raries, both attaining eminence in the same profession could 
scarcely be more diverse than in this case. Longfellow, sur- 
rounded in childhood and youth by the best in culture and 
education that the state of Maine afforded; educated in one of 
the best colleges of his day, with talented, ambitious young 
men for college mates; and blessed with an ample physique for 
enduring and profiting by extensive foreign travel and study 
afforded by a full purse, was the product of well used oppor- 
tunity. But how different was it with Whittier! Note these 
glimpses of his career, and mark the contrast. 


At the old Whittier homestead, Haverhill, Massachusetts, 
December 17, 1807 was born John Greenleaf Whittier. He 
grew to manhood in this severely religious but as severely poor 
home. The farm upon which the family resided and from 
which they drew their living, responded but poorly to the art 
of cultivation, and life was an endless toil. There were in the 
family, the parents, two sons, two daughters, a maiden aunt, 
and a bachelor uncle. John Greenleaf's health was poor, and 
it is said that the drudgery of farm labor in winter and scant 
clothing made inroads on his constitution from which he suf- 
fered through his long life. 

The only schooling he got was a few weeks in the dis- 
trict school in mid-winter till his eighteenth year, and two 
terms thereafter, of six months each, at the Haverhill Acad- 
emy. At the age of fifty, Harvard college conferred upon 
him the degree of Master of Arts, and six years later Brown 
University the degree of doctor of laws. 

Whittier's education was not supplemented by travel. If he 
had had health, he had not the money for such luxury. He 

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scarcely ever went beyond the bounds of Massachusetts. For 
a brief period, however, he did editorial work in Hartford, and 
in New York, and afterwards and for a longer period, in 
Philadelphia. We learn from Elizabeth Stuart Phelps, that 
late in life, some friends offered him the use of a cottage in 
Florida, but he declined the offer, saying he was too much 
wedded to Massachusetts to go so far away. 

Two persons largely influenced Whittier's life and poetry. 
One was Robert Burns, a copy of whose poems was lent him 
by his first teacher, Joseph Coffin. The Scottish bards eyries 
struck fire in the rustic Quaker boy's soul, and henceforth, 
Burns became his inspiration in ballad and song. The other 
who had such large influence upon him, especially upon the 
content of his thought and the direction of his spirit was 
William Lloyd Garrison. These two influences came early 
into his life. He was only fourteen years old, when Mr. Cof- 
fin, one day, visited the Whittier home, and read some verses 
from Burns's poems. Young Whittier, till then, had read no 
poetry, except what he had found in the Bible, of which he 
had been a close student. Burns's poetry was fascinating to 
him and the owner ganted his request to borrow the volume, 
by leaving it with him. After diligent study Whittier says he 
mastered the Scottish dialect at the end of the volume and 
set to writing verses. It was five years, or so, after this that 
his sister, Mary, sent one of his poems, "The Exile's De- 
parture" to William Lloyd Garrison, then the editor of the 
Newburyport Free Press. Garrison liked the poem and came 
to the humble Whittier home to see the Author. The two 
souls were kindred and a strong friendship was the result. 
While Garrison was but two years older than young Whittier, 
yet he was a far more vigorous spirit and had no little ex- 
perience for one of his years. A dissolute father though of 
refined tastes, had brought the family to such straightened 
circumstances that the mother had hired herself out as a pro- 
fessional nurse and had apprenticed William to a shoemaker 
in Lynn before his fifteenth year. Failing health in the shoe- 
shop made it advisable to change his occupation, and he was 
next apprenticed to a cabinet maker. He did not stick here 
and by his seventeenth birthday we find him a journeyman in 

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a Newburyport printing office. Like Franklin, he soon 
learned to write for publication, and had some three years ex- 
perience before launching the Fj^ee Press in 1826. His paper 
venture in Newburyport soon failed and he and Whittier went 
to Boston where he became editor, in his twenty second 
year, of The American Manufacturer, a paper advocating 
protective tariff. 

Thus Garrison discovered Whittier, infused the spirit of 
universal freedom and peace into his soul and introduced him 
to the World. For ten years after going to Boston, Whittier 
rose rapidly in popularity, principally because of his vigorous 
anti-slavery writing. But few young men have risen so rapid- 
ly. He was successively editor of The Haverhill Gazette, 
{IQZO), The Meiu England Review, Hartford (1831), as- 
sistant editor Emancipator and Anti-Slavery Beporter, 
New York (1837), and editor Pennsylvania Freeman, 
1838-40. When we remember that Philiadelphia was then 
the center of literary culture in America, we can more fully 
appreciate the changes that a decade wrought in Whittier's 
life. His opposition to slavery, however, met with mob 
violence more than once in Massachusetts; while a member 
of the Massachusetts legislature 1835 he was stoned by a 
mob in Concord, New Hampshire; and while editing the 
Pennsylvania Freeman, Pennsylvania Hall, the building 
from which his paper was issued, was attacked by a mob and 
burned May 17, 1838. But Whittier was not a quitter; he 
continued the publication till failing health forced him to give 
it up nearly two years later. His anti-slavery writing brought 
trouble to others, as well as to himself. It is a matter of re- 
cord that "a physician in Washington, Dr. Grandall, languished 
in prison until he contracted a fatal illness, under sentence 
for reading a borrowed copy of Whittier's pamphlet, Justice 
and Expediency . "* 

In 1836 Whittier had sold the old Haverhill homestead 
and purchased the Amesbury home to which he returned in 
1840 when he left Philadelphia. The remainder of his life, 
except a few months devoted to editorial work in Lov/ell 1844, 
was spent here where he wrote for magazines, the principal 

*Atl antic Monthly Vol. 100 pa^e 8.j3. 

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means of earning a livelihood. Through the fifty-two remain- 
ing years of his lonely bachelor life, he divided his time , be- 
tween reading, writing and entertaining friends who passed 
that way. He was so feeble most of the time that he could 
neither read nor write more than half an hour at a time. 

In a letter to Gelia Thaxter July 28 1870, he speaks as 
follows of his little room in the Amesbury house: "My little 
room is quite enough. * * * * ^he sweet 
calm face of the pagan philosopher and emperor, Marcus An- 
tonius, looks down upon me on one hand, and on the other, 
the bold, generous, and humane countenance of the Christian 
man of action, Henry Ward Beecher; and I sit between them 
as a sort of compromise." 

Among other friends who visited him were Alice and 
Phoebe Gary and Mary A. Dodge. He speaks of the two 
former, and especially of Phoebe in The Singer 1872, by this 
beautiful tribute: 

"Years since (but names to me before) 

Two sisters sought at eve my door; 

Two song-birds wandering from their nest, 

A gray old farm house in the west. 

How fresh of life the younger one 

Half tears, half smiles like rain in sun, 

Her gravest mood could scarce displace 

The dimples of her nut-brown face. 

Wit sparkled on her lip, not less 

For quick and tremulous tenderness; 

And following close her merriest glances, 

Dreamed through her eyes the heart's romances. 
Miss Dodge had published serially in the Independent a 
book called Woman's Worth and Worthlessness, a.nd in 1871 
she had it published in book form. Whittier whom she pet- 
tishly called her angel, was presented with a complimentary 
copy which he criticises partly as follows in a letter to Miss 
Dodge March 1 1872: "I quarreled with thee often as I 
read, but, after all, laid the book down with a most profound 
respect for the wise little woman who wrote it. I shall not 
put my quarrels on paper, but when a kind providence gives 
me an opportunity, I shall 'withstand thee to thy face.' I will 

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simply say that my old bachelor reverence for woman has 
been somewhat disturbed by thy revelations. I am not going 
to condemn her because thee turns Satan's evidence against 

Whittier's circle of close friends was as different from the 
Cambridge group of which Longfellow was long the central 
figure, as were the lives of the two poets. Longfellow was the 
polished gentleman among gentlemen, a tireless worker, a 
popular, influential Harvard professor. Whittier was a sort 
of recluse somewhat eccentric, likely to leave the home of his 
host without even saying "goodbye," especially if a little too 
much company should come in. This apparent uncivility 
may have been due, in part at least, to the fact that he could 
not endure excitement. In youth physicians warned him to 
avoid excitement, for by so doing he mignt live to his fiftieth 
year. It is a bit difficult to conclude, however, that a lively 
company of friends in the drawing room could possibly be a 
greater peril to pulmonary weakness than a public stoning or 
other mob violence. 

In persona] appearance, Whittier was not the most pre- 
possessing. Throughout his life, he adhered to the peculiarity 
of Quaker dress. One, a friend, in 1853, described him as 
having "a good exterior, a figure slender and tall, a beautiful 
head with refined features, black eyes full of fire, dark com- 
plexion, a fine smile, and lively but very nervous manner. 
Both soul and spirit have overstrained the nervous cords and 
wasted the body. He belongs to those natures who would 
advance with firmness and joy to martyrdom in a good cause, 
and yet who are never comfortable in society, and who look 
as if they would run out of the door every moment."* 
Another describes him as being of a nervous-bilious tempera- 
ment, tall, slender, and straight as an Indian; a superb head; 
his brow like a white cloud under his raven hair; eyes large, 
black, and glowing with expression.! Of his shyness Nora 
Perry is quoted page 386 by Francis H. Underwood in his 
biography of Whittier, as saying, "He is generally spoken of 

^P'rederika Bremer in Homes of the New World, 

tGeorge W. Bungay in Crayon Sketches or Off-IIand 1854. 

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as a shy man, avoiding all society. If by society we mean 
large parties, dinners and receptions, the general idea is a 
true one. But I think that no one enjoys the society of a few 
friends better than this accredited society hater. * * * 
No one relishes a good story more, nor can relate one with 
better grace." Mr. Underwood in expressing his own opinion 
page 375 of the biography regards Whittier as neither "odd" 
nor "eccentric" (in usual parlance^ but as of marked per- 
sonality and strong individual flavor in all his utterances. Mary 
B. Glaflin the year after his death, published Personal Recol- 
lections of Whittier in which she says, "Though ordinarially 
shy and cautious and reserved, he could, under favorable 
circumstances, blossom into rare graciousness and sympathy 
of speech and manner. 


There were two sources of Whittier's inspiration. One 
was his love of freedom and sympathy for the oppressed of 
every name and order; the other was New England rural life. 
Unlike Garrison, he believed freedom should come to the 
slaves of the South through political channels. He believed 
in creating a public sentiment that would result in emancipa- 
tion of the slaves as it had set the Quakers of New England 
free from the heartless persecution at the hands of the Pur- 
itans. The wounded blood from these persecutions flowed in 
his veins and sang its lamenting Casandra Southwick. Those 
who find fault with his verse because of poor art, usually ad- 
mit that there is a sincerity, a sympathy, an earnestness that 
gives much of its enduring quality. Because he had no model 
is not necessarily cause for saying that he wrote no poetry. 
It is a question, after all, as to what poetry is. If it is in the 
art, then Pope is greater than Shakespeare; if it is in melody 
and harmony and music, then Tennyson is greater than 
Browning. "Art," says one, "may lift an inferior talent to 
higher estimation, but genius makes a very little art go a long 
way. This was Whittier's case. The poetic spark was in- 
born in him, living in his life; and when academic criticism 
has said its last word, he remains a poet."* 

*George E. Woodberry, in Atlantic Monthly, 1892, vol. 70, pp. 

100 The Elonian. 

Whittier published his first volume in 1831 — Legends of 
New England. It contained eleven poems and seven prose 
sketches, and was printed in the office of the Hartford Re- 
view, of which he was then editor. Whatever the author 
thought of this production when it came from the press, it is 
known that he would gladly have suppressed it later in life. 
In an edition of his collected works issued from The River- 
side Press, 1888, Whittier discards everything in this first 
volume, except two of the eleven poems, and changes the ti- 
tle of one of them. Whenever he could get hold of a copy he 
would destroy it, and he is said to have paid five dollars for 
one copy, which he burned. Others, however, prize the little 
volume more highly. Since the author's death, one copy sold 
for $31.00, another for $40.00 and a third for $41.00.* 

Other publications came as follows: 

Moll Pitcher, 1832; Justice and Expediency, 1833; 
Mogg Magone, 1836; Poems Written During The Pro- 
gress of the Aholition Question in the United States, be- 
tween 1830-38. 1837; published by Isaac Knapp of Boston. 
Lays of My H^ine and other Poems, 1843; The Stranger 
in Lowell, 1845; Voices of Freedom, 1849. This volume 
contained what he wrote from 1833-48, to arouse the Ameri- 
can conscience against the evils of slavery. Songs of Labor 
came in 1850. In 1847 he became a correspondent of the 
Jfational Era, the anti-slavery paper published in Washing- 
ton, and it was in this that Maud Muller was first published, 
1854. The Gift of Tritemius appeared in November, 1857, 
in the first number of The Atlantic Monthly, The Blue 
and Gold edition of his poems, 1857. Telling The Bees, in 
The Atlantic Monthly , 1858; Home Ballads, and Other 
Poems, 1860; In War Time, and Other Poems, 1863; 
Snow Bound (his best poem) and Prose Works, in two vol- 
umes, 1866; Th^ Tent on The Beach, 1867; Among the 
Hills, and other Poems, 1868; Mirriam, and other 
Poems, 1870; Mabel Martin, 1874; Centennial Hymn, 
1876; The King's Missive, and other Poems, 1881; *S'^. 
Gregory's Guest, and other Poems, 1886; Riverside Edi- 
;tio7i. of his writings, 1888; At Sundown, 1892. 

"^L. S. Livingston in The Bookman, vol. 8, p. 42. 

The Elonian. 101 

Whittier had an abiding faith in the ultimate reign of 
universal freedom and international peace, and in that respect 
he is not surpassed by any American poet. In Snow Bound 
he ranks with Goldsmith in The Deserted Village and Burns 
in Cotter's Saturday J^Tight. The Barefoot Boy interprets 
not only the New England boy's life, but also the American 
boy's life. Skipper Ireson's Ride meets with as responsive 
a mind in Dixie or in California, as if the amusing comedy 
given there had been transacted on these sunny or western 
shores. We shall likely come to feel, as the years go by, that 
Whittier was a national rather than a New England poet. 
His hymns are found in the church music of all denominations. 
In the collection of sixty-six hymns used at the World's 
Parliament of Religious in 1893, nine were from Whittier, — 
more than from any other poet.* 

Whether Whittier will live in American literature no critic 
can tell, but it is significant that so many think he will, yet he 
appears to be read less and less every year. He has been 
dead only fifteen years, yet it seems as if it had been fifty. 
Mr. Charles F. Johnson six years after Whittier's death wrote, 
"Whittier, perhaps, less graceful than Longfellow, will in- 
fluence men longer, for his content of thought is more weighty 
and the emotions called out by a great struggle pulsate his 
verse."t We take time to cite only one other critic that is of 
this opinion. Mr. Barrett Wendell in a careful study of 
Whittier says: "Before considering his works in detail, I 
suggested that his chance of survival is better than that of 
any other contemporary American man of letters. * * * 
In the first place, he has recorded in a way as yet unapproach- 
ed the homely beauties of New England Nature. In the 
second, he accepted with all his heart the traditional demo- 
cratic principles of equality and freedom * * * * 
These principles he uttered in words whose simplicity goes 
straight to the heart of the whole American people. Whether 
these principles be true or false is no concern of ours here. 
If our republic is to live, they are the principles which must 

^Atlantie Monthly vol. 100 p. 859. 

^Elements of Literary Critieism p, 126, 

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prevail. And in the verses of Whittier they are preserved to 
guide posterity, in the words of one who was incapable of 

*Stellegeri and Other Essays Concerning America p. 200 

W, P. Lawrence. 

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Tennyson's Age and Influence. 

The poetic spirit of the Victorian Age has found its 
fullest and most characteristic expression in the poetry of 
Tennyson. What is great and what is weak in it, he has ex- 
hibited as no other has done, and his is likely to remain 
throughout all future time, the one representative name. 

The England of his time, found in him, more than in any 
other of the poets, a reflection of its being and thought, and 
for a knowledge of its temper and its inspiration, we must turn 
to him. 

It was this sympathy with English life and thought, as 
he knew it, which in no small degree, gave to his poetry its 
genuine merit. 

In one thing however, he was not at sympathy with the 
England of his day. Although the spirit of the times was 
largely democratic, Tennyson was never democratic at heart. 
He believed the power should rest in the hands of the men who 
had had the best opportunity to know how to use it. Free- 
dom, he thought, was safer with them. He would not risk 
it with the babbling multitude. This view of his is clearly seen in 
"Locksley Hall." 

But he was in working sympathy with whatever of in- 
tellectual, aesthetic, or moral progress his country and age 
struggled for. 

In time of Art revival, he was the poet to make beauty 
real and vital to the hearts of men. Never, before had the 
English people realized the true worth of Art, or led Europe 
in its expression. 

Tennyson began his career as a poet when the re-action 
from the revolutionary movement had almost spent its force, 
and before the new and noble spirit of reform had been largely 
awakened. He represented his time in its aspirations for 
liberty; its smypathies for humanity, ^nd its. love of the ar- 
tistic. It was a time when the Oxford movement was a wide 
influence in the life of England, a time that was marked by an 
extension of suffrage, a decay of absolutism, and an uplifting 
of the working classes, and by a greatly increased love for the 
beautiful. His is the incarnate voice of cultured and refined 
England in his time. 

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But as it has ever been, doubt, skepticism, criticism, and 
loss of faith must creep in, in times which otherwise show the 
greatest progress of a nation or an age. And when Tennyson 
passed from the High School to the University, religious life 
in England had very much decayed. The spirit which had 
animated Wesley had now become cold. The religious feel- 
ing if the previous decades was very much on the decline. 

It fell to the poets lot to live at a time when faith in im- 
mortality was attacked by more men of greater skill than ever 
before. Tennyson felt every form of this attack within him- 
self. He even battled with it as he felt it, but he won a per- 
fect victory. And he sympathized deeply with those who had 
to fight the same battle. He had fought his own battles, and 
had conquered in them, but the times in which he lived would 
not let him rest. He had to fight against the feeling of the 
age. The Argument of Darwin, that our consciences and our 
emotions, came by descent from the brutes, was used as an 
argument against immortality. There was rapidly increasing, 
among certain classes a sort of naked materialism, more or 
less cynical. Among those who still clung to their faith there 
was no longer peace. Strong doubts and questions troubled 
them, and faith at times veiled her face. Men and women 
fought for the truth dearest to them. As "Arthur fought 
with his foes, in the dim, weird battles of the West, amid a 
chill and blinding vapor, looking up to Heaven, only to see the 
mist." Then it was that Tennyson, feeling all the new trouble 
of the world, took up the sword against his own skepticism 
and against the skepticism of the age in which he lived. The 
mystery of life, side by side with the love of God deepened 
around him. And he felt that the only answer was in cling- 
ing to the conviction of a life to come. A life freed from 
doubts, one which should be a full, a perfect union with God. 
And he, in his great love for humanity, had led others, who 
have known the same heart wrestlings, from their sorrow and 
doubt into peace and victory, others, who in times of dark- 
ness, have well nigh doubted God, up the same stairs which he 
had climbed from darkness up to light. 

Effie Iseley. 

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Books of My Childhood. 

A writer of the present generation who attempts to re- 
call the books read in childhood, may still expect that many- 
readers of the same age will recall the same — that perhaps in 
some, tender, pathetic, and mystic memories may reasert 
themselves, rousing faint echoes of the choir — voices, piercing 
sweet, and glorious organ-tones that once pealed through the 
vast cathedral of holy infancy. Where are the books of my 
childhood? Few of us, I fear, can reply! "On my book 
shelves." The most we can claim is a few precious sur- 
vivals — a Bible, given on an early birthday, a Shakespeare, 
or some other poet, presented as a reward for our youthful 
efforts in recitation, — perhaps a beloved Grimm or Hans 
Anderson. Many of our old favorites are out of print! and, 
for the rest, what would a new copy be to us compared with 
that which we we loved and thumbed, which charmed away 
our sullenness, and caused us to forget all time, particularly 
mealtimes, and the fascinations of which sustained us under 
Nurse's contemptuous rebukes for woolgathering? 

The pansy at my feet 

Doth the same tale repeat; 

Whither is fled the visionary gleam? 

Where is it now, the glory and the dream? 
One who writes on this subject must therefore be con- 
tent to rely chiefly on the memory, which, indeed, though 
liable enough to error as to facts is very trustworthy with re- 
gard to impressions. The first book which I can remember 
reading was the "Red Spelling Book." I know no other name. 
It belongs to a period when we were still called upon to go to 
bed in the middle of the day, but were beginning to find this 
rest unnecessary, and discovered for the first time, that read- 
ing was an excellent occupation when you were not allowed 
to play. In the "Red Spelling Book" there was a picture of a 
little boy on a stile, his arms extended, with his right hand to 
the rising sun, "Before him is north and behind him is 
south." I still often mentally place myself in this boy's atti- 
tude, and (such is the force of early association) clothe my- 
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Spelling Book depicted him. The only other distinct memory 
in connection with this book is a description of the form of a 
Greek temple. This was near the end, where the words at 
the bottom of the page became terribly polysyllabic. 

It is strange to recall the impressions made on one by the 
early acquaintance with the Bible. Together with an intense 
appreciation of the dramatic parts and of the the magnificent 
diction, a profound reverence for the glory and pathos of the 
story told in the Gospels, and a half-puzzled recognization of 
the connection between these works and "trying to be good" 
went the most ludicrous misunderstandings. A child will 
often show great ingenuity in providing itself with a plausible 
explanation of a phrase, which, at first sightlseems to it utterly 
unintelligible. I remember being much exercised by the ex- 
pression in one of the Psalms. — -'Though ye have lien among 
the pots." What was "lien?" Something evidently, that 
you could have among the pots. 

Now I know that the French word lien has something to 
do with binding — which was used in binding plants. 

This, it was triumphantly evident what the people in the 
Psalm had! I had the misfortune not to come across, "The 
Arabian Nights" at an earley age, but the scriptures had 
made me familiar with Oriental imagry, and then there were 
"The Tales of the Genii," and, above all, "Lalla Rook." I 
suppose few adult persons now care for "Lalla Rook." But 
what words of delight are opened before a child when it first 
enters that wonderful land where every one lives in a marble 
palace, where the eye is dazzled with the blaze of jewels, 
where cold is unknown, and the heat is tempered by delicious 
fountains and iced sherbert; where, instead of doing lessons, 
sitting up at a table in a plain frock, pinafore, and "strong 
shoes" one reclines on luxurious couches, amid the scent of 
roses, clothed in silk and velvet of brilliant colors, whe re 
clapping one's hands brings an army of respectful slaves. And 
where to add zest to these somewhat enervating joys, there 
was always the possibility that the terribly power of some 
ruler pouncing out from the dark back ground in which this 
brilliant picture was framed, night suddenly place one in so 
menacing a situation that the greatest cunning would be re- 

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quired in order to evade a violent death! 

On one joyful birthday I was presented with "Grimm's 
Household Tales." Perhaps the greatest charm of the Grimm 
stories was their total in consequence and disregard of mere 
reason. We are told that Snow White dies of eating a poison- 
ed apple, which yet never goes further than her mouth, and 
she recovers on having it jerked out. "What a terrible per- 
version of physiological fact. A young man employs the aid 
of the Queen Bee in finding which is the youngest and pret- 
tiest of the three princesses, the great difficulty being that 
they are all exactly alike. Two children are made slaves of 
by the Sprite who lives under the water, but make their 
escape one Sunday when she has gone to church. These impro- 
babilities were hailed with by our ill-regulated minds. The most 
definite fit of terror from which I remember suffering was 
brought on by reading ataleof DeQuincy's, "The Loaded Dice," 
This was at a time when I had begun to take books from the 
shelves, regardless of whether they were suited to my age. 
The scenes in the tomb; where the soldier is gazing, with 
softened feelings, at the inscription "Blessed are the dead who 
die in fhe Lord," and the devil, appearing to claim his soul, 
points significantly to the last three words, impressed itself 
with such dreadful distinctness on my mind that it was re- 
produced in my dreams that night; and when the horror woke 
me I kept myself for a long time from sleep, cold and tremb- 
ling, for fear of coming under its power again. I remember 
Mother Goose, Water Babies, The Wide Wide World. It is 
pleasant consciousness later on when one has learned to love 
and reverence a great author, that one was introduced to him 
in childhood. When, as a young man, I first read "Les Mis- 
erables," at a certain point I began to be mystified by a sense 
of familiarity, a feeling that I knew what was coming. It was 
where Jean Valjean first meets Cosette and carries the water 
for her. I am glad to know that the charm for Hugo was up- 
on me before I had ever heard that dear and great name. If 
readers are disposed to think that I must have been a child 
with an exceptionally morbid imagination, I would ask them 
first to try to recall impartially the incidents in their early 
years which struck them most, and secondly to show any child 

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a good illustrated edition of "The Pilgrim's Progress," and 
observe which pictures arrest its chief attention. The great 
allegory had, of course, a strong facination for me, as it has 
for most people. I do not know at what age I began to read 
Shakespeare but my brother can not have been very old when 
we were told of some one's seeing Mr. Irving in Hamlet. We 
had a cousin, older than ourselves, on a visit, and the day 
after the play we informed her that she was Horatio, and every 
now and then one of us would, without the least warning tot- 
ter backwards into her arms, gasping: "I die Horatio, the potent 
poison quite o'crows my spirit." It is futile to moan over 
"good old times" which were in some ways very bad; but per- 
haps an occasional attempt to recall the circumstances of 
our own childhood, and their affect on our characters, may 
help us in the consideration of that most difficult and burning 
question of the day — the education of our children. 

J. J. Lincoln. 

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Sybil Deane. 

Beverly Hall was one of the oldest mansions in Virginia, 
situated on the James river forty five miles above Richmond. 
It was built when Virginia was first colonized and it had re- 
tained its ancient granduer. The Beverlys were one of the 
first and noblest famlies in Virginia, and said to be one of 
the most aristocratic. Never in past history had one of the 
Beverly married with one from the masses. 

In the year of 1818 Beverly Hall was owned by Edward 
Beverly only son of James and Isabel Beverly. He was a 
true Beverly, dark and handsome. He married Inez Ross- 
treror, of Treror Hall England. They had only two children 
Edward Jr., and Inez. Edward inherited the fair beauty of 
his mother while Inez to the contrary was a true brunette. 

Edward was sent to West Point to school at the age of 
sixteen. He remained here until he graduated six years 
later. And soon after he joined the army. 

Inez who was now twelve years of age was sent to a 
boarding school. 

Six years rolled by only too quickly to the beautiful Inez, 
who had fallen in love with her music master, a talented youth 
of twenty. Commencement day arrived and Inez and Her- 
bert Deane parted with aching hearts. She returned to her 
old home where she reigned a queen. 

One night just two months from the day she graduated, 
Inez and Herbert Deane eloped to Maryland, where they were 
secretly married. 

Great was the consternation in the old mansion, when it 
was learned that she, whom they all loved, had married a 
poor music master. Her father in his anger disinherited her, 
and forbade the servants to mention her name in his presence. 
The shock killed her invalid mother and for that one act, she 
was turned adrift from her old home. 

All went well with the happy couple until five years had 
elapsed, when the husband was stricken down with typhoid 
fever from which he never arose. In his death, Inez was left 
a v/idow, with a little girl just two years old. In her helpless- 

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ness she wrote home to her brother (her father having died 
just two months before,) But she received no aid from the 
stern bitter man, Since then nothing had been heard of the 
once fair Inez Berverly. 


On a dark stormy night in December, the winds were 
whistling and howling around the corners of an old mansion, 
which looked dark and formidable on this Christmas eve. All 
the servants had retired and only one light could be seen and 
that shone forth from the library window. Here before a 
smoldering fire the master sat with his head bowed in his 
hands. From appearance he seemed to be about forty-five 
years of age. There was a look of anguish on his face. The 
conscience of Edward Berverly was trying to reassert itself. 
He thought of that sister, of whom, for over a year no tidings 
had reached his ear. He wondered where she was, whether 
she was alive 

When lo! there is a tap on the window. He was on his 
feet in an instant. A large Newfoundland dog that had been 
dozing on the rug, gave an uneasy growl. 

"Gyp what can this mean?" exclaimed Gen. Beverly. 
The dog gave a bound to the door, as if to say, "come lets 

The man snatched up a lamp from the table and followed 
the dog to the door. This he pushed open and gazed out into 
the inky blacknes of the night. Blinded by the fury of the 
wind and rain he did not see the small bundle on the steps. 
But the dog, owing to his keener instinct, did. and grasping it 
in his large mouth he quietly carried it back to the library fire, 
and gently disposed his burden, a little girl of three sum- 
mers, at the feet of his master. 

So gently did the dog carry his burden that she did not 
awake. What a picture she made with one tiny hand clasping 
a golden necklace at her throat. Some slight noise disturbed 
her rest. She opened her eyes. Such eyes! Great black orbs 
that seem to pierce the very soul, 

Edward Berverly sprang to his feet. What did he see? 
It could not be, yet, it surely must be his only sister come to 
life again. 

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The child not recognizing the strange face, began to cry 
in a pitiful voice: "Mama, mama, Ibit wants you, mama." 

Gen. Berverly was touched. He raised his head. What 
power was it that made him glance toward the window? He 
looked and was startled to see a wild dark face pressed against 
the window pane. A face that poverty was plainly written 
upon. Only a moment and it was gone, 

The better self of Edward Berverly was aroused, he 
rushed to the door, which he threw open, and without halting, 
sprang out upon the terrace. He stumbled, and almost fell 
over a figure lying prostrate on the ground at the gate. He 
raised it tenderly in his arms, and retraced his steps back to 
the fire. He placed his burden on the couch and rang the bell 
to summon his house-keeper to his aid. And with her help, 
they did all in their power to bring back life in the cold rigid 
form. She repaid their efiorts, and revived for only a few 
minutes. She opened her eyes and murmured, "IVIy baby, 
take care of her for my sake," and the spirit of Inez Deane 
crossed the dark border. 

Three days from the day that she died, Inez Deane was 
laid away in the family burying ground. The village people 
assembled to pay their last tribute to the young girl, whom 
they had all loved so well. They could hardly recognize the 
white poverty stricken face of the Inez they had known. 

When Gen. Berverly turned away from that grave, there 
was a sadder look on his face. His shoulders were stooped, 
and in all he looked ten years older than the proud man of 
three days ago. He returned to the mansion, and went 
straight to his study. On entering he closed and locked the 
door. Who can say what passed between the man, and his 
guardian angel? Suffice it to say, he was ever afterwards the 
protector and guardian of little Sybil. He became passionate- 
ly fond of her. And she was soon the mistress of the whole 


Let us look at Edward Berverly. He had never married. 
His sister's marriage so soured and embittered him, that he 
never found any pleasure in the society of women. And un- 
til the entrance of Sybil, he had lived at the Hall alone. With 

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the exception of his servants, who loved and honored him, yet, 
dreaded his high temper, He was so stern that an order 
given was never disobeyed. No one but little Sybil could per- 
suade him from a course when once he had decided upon it. 

Seven years rolled by. Every thing was much the same, 
except little Sybil, who had grown into a beautiful girl of ten 
years. She was a genuine hoyaden. Not a tree around Bev- 
erly Hall but what she had climbed. 

One cold morning in January the snow was one foot deep 
on the ground. The General descended to the breakfast- 
room. On entering he was surprised not to find his niece 
waiting for him as it was her custom to meet him there. He 
asked the man in attendance, "John, where is your young 
mistress?" "I don't know, yer honor," responded the man. 
Just at this minute Lane, the nurse, entered, pale as a corpse, 
exclaiming in an excited voice, "Marse. oh, marse, de young 
miss done gone and climbed up de highest beech tree on the 
lawn," at the same time dodging a glass aimed at her by the 
infuriated General. "By thunder!" exclaimed he. "that little 
wretch will be the death of us all," and hastening out on the 
lawn he spied his niece seated in one of the highest trees. 

"Hello, Uncle! How are you?" exclaimed Sybil, when 
he came in hearing distance. 

"By thunder! I'll teach you how to climb trees when I 
get you down, you little witch!" angrily replied her uncle. 

"Hold out your arms, I am going to jump," said Sybil. 
Suiting the action to the word, she immediately vaulted out of 
her high perch. He had only time to catch her, but the as- 
sault was too much and uncle and niece both rolled over in 
the snow, from which Sybil arose exclaiming, "Oh, what 

Not so with the General, who was angry at his niece and 
every one. Picking himself up as best he could he marched 
the little culprit into the house and on to a dark closet. Here 
he placed her to repent of her sins. Sybil was very angry at 
this — what she thought to be an insult to her position as mis- 
tress. She beat angrily upon the door, but found thisuseless, 
and to pass the time away she began to explore her dark 
quarters. Her foot struck something. "Oh, luck! what can 

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it be," thought she. She raised it up and found it to be very 
heavy. By the size and shape she was almost sure it was a 
jar. She carried it to where the key-hole let in a small ray of 
light. She raised the cover and discovered that it was a jar 
full of preserves. 

"Great scott, won't I pay them for this," she exclaimed, 
and immediately began to eat the preserves with great relish. 
She then discovered really how hungry she was. 

Before noon, her uncle's temper having cooled down, and 
missing the chatter of his "Nig" (as he nicknamed her) he 
decided to uncage his bird. But what was his amazement 
when, on opening the door, to find Sybil fast asleep, hands 
and face covered with preserves. The open jar told the 

Sybil was a fine horse-woman and could manage a horse 
with the skill of one her senior in years. 

Her uncle being a general in tne cavalry was partial to 
horseback riding and taught "Nig" to ride at the age of five. 
She often accompanied him on his rides, and always rode her 
own pony, 'Fleetf oot.' 

Sybil's education was really neglected. She had had 
several governesses, but had put them all to despair. She 
would often play truant from school, when her uncle thought 
the curly head bent over some difficult problem, she would be 
galloping miles away on her beloved pony. 

So it was decided that she should be sent to school. 
"Nig" received this news from her nurse. 

"Who's going to send me to school?" angrily demanded 
the spoilt beauty. 

"Why, Miss Sybil, ole marse done said he gwine send you 
to a boarding school to I'arn a whole heap and gro' to be a 
lady," responded the nurse. 

"But I don't want to learn or grow to be a lady, and I 
wont," angrily exclaimed Sybil. 

But, nevertheless, the General was determined and so 
preparations were begun at once. By the first of September 

Sybil was sent to a boarding school at W . I haven't 

space to tell of her many misdemeanors. She was the small- 
est child in school and therefore was the pet here as in her 
old home. 

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Five years have elapsed. There was a rumor of war and 
the General immediately sent for his niece. 

The old mansion was in a bustle. Servants were flying 
to and fro. What was all this tumult for? Hark! There was 
a sound of wheels and Sam. the stable boy, stationed himself 
at the gate to get the first glimpse of his mistress. The car- 
riage rolled in sight and was greeted by a chorus of hurrahs! 
hurrahs! from the small children. The moment that it stop- 
ped, Sybil sprang out; the same fair Sybil, only grown fairer 
with the lapse of years. 

Had the hoyadenish air disappeared? 

No, she was as full of life as ever. One of the first 
things she did on arriving at home was to mount her pony and 
go for a gallop over the hills. 

The civil war now broke out in earnest. The General 
was one of the first to enlist. He left Sybil at home with the 
servants. The General disapproved of his course, but Sybil 
could not be induced to leave her old servants. 

She was never frightened, even when rumors were afioat 
that cruel soldiers were burning the homes over the heads of 
defenseless women. 

One day, while galloping along the highway leading by 
the Hall, she heard the distant sound of horse-hoofs, and 
glancing back she beheld a horseman riding at full speed in 
her direction. In a moment he was by her side. From his 
appearance she could tell he was a Union officer, and having 
in her heart a true hatred for the north, she slackened her 
pony to let him pass. Not so, the stranger, who drew up 
rein also and said, "whither away, my pretty maid?" 

Sybil saw her very life was at stake. The sun was set- 
ting and she was three miles away from home. She could 
see by his face that he meant no good; but the witty "Nig" 
was equal to the occasion. She hesitated a moment and in 
that moment her resolution was made. 

"Whither away, my pretty maid," repeated the stranger. 
"Oh!" exclaimed Sybil, tossing back her head, "I am on way 
home, and I am so glad you overtook me." 

"Why! are you not afraid of me," asked the surprised 

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"Of course not, and I do so hate to go through this dark 
forest alone," replied Sybil. Sybil's pony was completely ex- 
hausted. She knew that she could not escape by racing, so 
regaining all her pluck she chatted the stranger with all her 

Both were walking their horses. The stranger, tiring of 
this, said to her in a sneering tone, "Pretty maid, alight from 
your pony and sit with me on yonder mound." She saw to re- 
sist would be fatal and arose in the saddle as if to alight, but 
glancing down exclaimed in a petulant voice, "No, I will not — 
the ground is covered with thorns. But I know of a nice 
place just a mile farther on; we will go there." 

"Ah! my pretty maid, you think to escape me, but to 
please you, we will," he replied. 

Hope arose in the girl's heart. On arriving at the place 
named the officer dismounted. 

' "But the ground is too damp here," she said. 

"Ah! my bird, your whims wont do," laughed the strang- 

"But surely you will place something for me to sit on," 
said Sybil. 

"To please you, yes," he replied, and proceeded to roll a 
log to the place. Now was Sybil's time. His horse was 
standing just in front of hers and lashing his horse with the 
whip, at the same time digging the spurs in her own, both 
were away before the officer had time to discover the ma- 
noeuvre, leaving the abashed stranger standing in the road. 


All went well with Bervely Hall until one day it was re- 
ported that Sherman's troops were coming; all were terror- 
stricken except Sybil, and when the soldiers filed into the old 
mansion and began ransacking the house from cellar to garret 
no one was cooler than the dauntless Sybil. All of the best 
wines were brought from the cellar and she herself waited 
upon the table. 

Gen. Sherman, owing to the effect of the wine became 
very boisterous, discussing all of his plans before the young 

Sybil watched for a chance to escape from the room. 

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Seeing a moment when she could leave unobserved she did so 
and speeding to the barn, she saddled her pony and hastily 
writing a note to Lane, the nurse, telling her of her intentions 
she gave it to Sam cautioning him to eat it if it was discover- 
ed. Hastily springing in the saddle she was off like the wind. 
At daybreak she arrived at Gen. Lee's headquarters, after 
having been in the saddle twelve hours. Her strength was 
almost exhausted; delivering her message she sank in a swoon 
at the feet of that much loved General. 


After the raid of Sherman's army all was quiet and 
peaceful at the Hall, until one morning Sybil was awakened 
by, what seemed to her an earthquake. She hastily arose 
and, going to the window, discovered that a battle was in 
progress not more than five hundred yards from the Hall; 
and that which had seemed to her to be an earthquake was 
only the jar made by a cannon. Sybil watched the strife of 
the two lines, the blue and the grey. And when the battle 
ceased she threw a shawl around her shoulders and hastened 
to the place of the wounded. Here, by carrying water to one 
and to another of the dying and wounded, she was trying to 
do her duty. Near the place where the thickest of the fray 
had been she came across a young Lietenant whose wounds 
a surgeon was attending. Dropping on her knees beside him, 
she asked in a voice full of pity. "Can I be of any help to 

"No, Miss, I fear not; poor fellow, his days are number- 
ed." She sat down beside him and placed his head upon her 
lap, she asked the General: "Is there no hope at all." 

"There is but one hope in the world and that is that he is 
not moved," the surgeon replied. Gladly she assented to 
stay with him, and all night the brave girl sat there among 
the dead and dying, listening to the groans of the wound- 

There was a strange sensation at the heart of Sybil; she 
could not understand it, why it was that this young officer, 
who was a Lieutenant in the Georgia Cavalry, should excite 
her sympathy so much. 

At daybreak the young officer revived and, opening his 

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eyes, beheld the face of the beautiful girl bent over him. He 
closed his eyes as if he thought he had crossed that river and 
was gazing on the face of an angel. 

He was removed to the Hall where he was nursed with 
the tenderest of care. And it was the same old story — love 
at first sight. 

Two months later, the war having ended, the general re- 
turned to Beverly Hall. He had lost an arm in the cause of 
the south, but he said if it had been necessary he would glad- 
ly have given his other. 

One month from the day that the General returned, there 
was a quiet wedding in the little village church. The bride 
was the beautiful Sybil Deane, the groom Lieut. Howard Has- 
tings. Many were the well-wishes bestowed upon the happy 

The 2. SO mail carried with it the happy couple, bound for 
their home in Georgia, where Sybil reigned queen of her hus- 
band's heart and home. 

Pearle Walker. 

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new year. 

For several years we have been laboring for the up-build- 
ing of a college magazine. For the past few months we have 
seen our labors rewarded, and now we are still pressing for- 

But, before we go any farther, it would be a good thing 
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We see where improvements can be made and we hope 
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anew under the influence of the literary pen — with this ideal 

in our hearts and this declaration on our lips: We wish you 

"Happy and Prosperous New Year." 

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A National Curse. 

We are glad that people are at last awadening to the fact 
that profanity is one the greatest curses of our nation. Pro- 
ffinity — "purposeless profanity," as The Canadian Church- 
man, of Toronto, calls it — is an American characteristic, and 
men, women and children are under its influence. To quote 
in part The Churchman: "This evil practice is one of the 
worst blots upon a state of things otherwise free from many 
serious blemishes. We are a sober, law-abiding, and in some 
other respects an exemplary, but we are a swearing people. 
Profanity is everywhere in evidence where men congregate. 
Walk down the street of almost any of our villages and coun- 
try towns of an evening, sit for half an hour in a railway 
smoking-car, listen to the conversation that goes on among 
gangs of workmen, and your ears, sooner or later, nine hun- 
dred and ninety times out of a thousand, will be assailed with 
'chunks of profanity,' flung about nearly always in apparent 
perfect good humor, and absolutely gratiously and aimless- 

Another place where profanity is often heard is in the 
American schools and colleges, amony the boys especially. 
Even among the girls there is a vast amount of "slang" used 
which approaches more or less the stronger language used by 
those of the other sex. 

In spite, however, of the fact that there is much of this 
kind of language used in our schools, it is here that we must 
look largely for its eradication. It is in the school that the 
correct use of language is taught and here we should acquire 
the habit of pure thinking and pure speaking. 

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Then let each school boy and school girl strive to put 
down this pernicious habit. Let all of us strive to destroy 
this curse (for curse it is) to the American people. 

J. T. K. 

A Bon Voyage. 

It is with no small degree of pardonable pride that the 
editors of The Elonian print the following message of kindly 
encouragement from Prof. Dunn of Wooster University, who, 
as will be seen in his letter printed below, is a true and 
staunch friend of all that tends to heighten the educational 
ideal. Such words of encouragement and worthy advice are 
always welcome and especially so to us who are endeavoring 
to make our college magazine a success. The beautiful sen- 
timent breathed from the letter of the professor shall be no 
small part of our assets and shall aid us in our endeavor to 
make for The Elonian a "Bon Voyage." 

C. G. H. 

To THE Editors of The Elonian: — 

I have no doubt that it was through the courtesy of your 
Professor Lawrence that I received the initial number of The 
Elonian. I am glad if it is so. I came to know your Profes- 
sor Lawrence while we were both studying at Yale University 
and through our kindred taste for English Literature we were 
drawn together often. I came to know the man well, and, be- 
cause of his sterling good sense, upright character and love 
for his chosen work, I came also to love him. Many a walk 
did we take together around classic old New Haven and the 
thoughts of them remain as bright stars in the fadeless sky 
of memory. You can, therefore, understand my interest in 
your paper. 

But apart from this I wish to congratulate you on the ex- 
cellence of your first number, and to express the hope that 
the magazine may grow better and better with each year. I 
am interested in all that pertains to the growth and exten- 

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sion of Christian education, and I am sure that nothing does 
more to bind the hearts of students and alumni to their Alma 
Mater than a good college paper, — hence, my words to you. 
The launching of such an enterprise, however, is fraught with 
dangers; — dangers, though, which can be overcome by hard 
and persistent effort. The promoters of the enterprise are 
almost always called upon to sacrifice much in the way of la- 
bor and time, that the paper may live. But sacrifice for such 
a cause is worthy and noble sacrifice. I hope that every col- 
lege student will learn, early in his career, to seek work rather 
than ease. When the lesson of work is learned, the college 
paper will not lack supporters. 

In this connection allow me to share a little of my read- 
ing with you. Recently, I spent a pleasant hour with that in- 
spiring essay of Robert Louis Stephenson. — Aes Triplex. I 
urge every student to read it. The essay closes with the fol- 
lowing fhoughts: "It is not only in finished undertakings that 
we ought to honor useful labor. A spirit goes out of the man 
who means execution, which outlives the most untimely end- 
ing. AH who have meant good work with their whole hearts 
have done good work, although they may die before they have 
time to sign it. Every heart that has beat strong and cheer- 
fully has left a hopeful influence behind it in the world, and 
pettered the tradition of mankind. ***** Pqj- sure- 
ly, at whatever age (death) overtake the man, this is to die 
young. Death has not been suffered to take so much as an 
illusion from his heart. In the hot. fit of life, a tip-toe on the 
highest point of being, he passes at a bound to the other side. 
The noise of the mallet and chisel is scarcely quenched, the 
trumpets are hardly done blowing, when, trailing with him 
clouds of glory, this happy-starred, full-blooded spirit shoots 
into the spiritual land." 

After I finished, the last two sentences haunted me. and 
gradually my thoughts shaped themselves as follows. I have 
not even given the verses a name, but perhaps "A Life Pray- 
er" would be as satisfactory as any: 

Lord grant my work may never finished be. 
Let my tasks never be fulfilled, complete, 
Is that the future stretching distantly; 

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Does offer nothing to my onward gaze, 
That seems to lure me on through weary days. 

Muph rather let me always work for thee, 
Reach for the next task ere the last is done, 

To some high Pisgal-top wilt thou lead me; 
And show the Promised Canaan far below, — 

The boundless vistas where the Soul may grow. 

Lord, grant that life may never pall my taste, 
Show me the glory and the worth of all; 

Take from my soul the dreary, barren waste, 
And let the sun shine on the rugged way. 

To change the gloom of life to brightest day. 

Then let me die with banners waving high, 

With blare of trumpets and with bugle sound, 
With hearts all glowing and with battle-cry; 
Pressing right onward in the thickest strife, 
Passing from this to the next greater life. 

With these thoughts I shall leave you, and as The Elon- 
ian sails out, at the beginning of its voyage, it has my hear- 
tiest and cheeriest wishes for a Bon Voyage! 

Waldo H. Dunn, 
University of Wooster, Wooster, Ohio. 

124 The Elonian. 


'Sic itur ad astj'a." 

The hardest week of the Fall term — examination week — 
is now a thing of the past. 

Now we begin a new year, and here is hoping that it may 
be a pleasant and profitable one for every one. 

Thanksgiving day was spent in the usual way, with sus- 
pension of rules during the day and the Philologian entertain- 
ment in the evening. One new feature was added, however. 
The band gave a concert in the rear of the auditorium a few 
minutes before the exercises began. It was a delightful fea- 
ture and gave our visitors a sample of our music, which is ex- 
cellent for a band so young as ours. 

A few former graduates who spent Thanksgiving here 
were: Mr. A. Lucius Lincoln, '07, Miss Flora Thompson, '07, 
and Prof. R. G. Cox, '03. 

The Christian Endeavor and the Sunday School here 
have bought new song books. Prof. Pritchette leads in the 
singing, and the music will be an attractive feature in the re- 
ligious meetings. 

Miss Helen Burlingame, of Greensboro, visited Miss Al- 
ma Newman here just before the holidays. 

Dr. Newman is very much improved, and has resume his 
work. We are very glad to have him back again. 

Miss Eleanor Eliott, a teacher in Graham, spent the third 
Sunday in December here with Bronna Glymer. 

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The Christmas music recital came off the evening of 
December 13. The following program was very mech en- 
joyed by all present: 


Elon College Chapel 

Friday Evening, December 13, 1007. 



Miss Virgie Holland 

Piano Solo 


Song of Gold 
Mr. Simeon Atkinson 

Bass Solo 


Dear heart 
Mr. W. R Howell 

Baritone Solo 


One fond caress 

Soprano Solo 

Miss Bessie Gilliam 



Gut of the deep 
Mr. H. G. Miller 

Bass Solo 


W. N. Huff 

Piano Solo 


In a sylvan glade 
Mr. Claude Fonville 

Tenor Solo 


Slumber song of the sea 
Miss Ocie Whitley 

Mezzo. Sop. Solo 


Last night 
Mr. J. W. Barrett 

Bass Solo 


Fourth Mazurka 
Miss Ruth Stevick 

Piano Solo 


Land o' the Leal 
Mr. J. H. Reitzel 

Baritone Solo 


"Rose Songs" 

a — If I but knew 

b — Because she kissed it 

c — In my garden 

Mrs. W. A. Harper 

Soprano Solo 





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In Blossom-land 
Mr. W. W. Elder 
"A day in Venice" 
No. 1 — A love song 
No. 2— The Gondolier 
Miss Alma Newman 
Rose time morning 
Miss Ethel Clements 

Tenor Solo 
Piano Solo 

Soprano Solo 

On the Evening of December 13, during the music reci- 
tal, fire broke out in the two-story house next the old post 
office building. No one was there except Mr. Banks, who 
was sick. When the alarm was given most of the boys left 
the college and began fighting fire. They saved the old build- 
ing adjoining, but the club-house was completely destroyed. 
Very few young men saved anything from their rooms. 

Prof. L. — Miss Annie, isn't Miss Helfinstine going to Eu- 
rope next summer? 

Miss S. — No, sir; She's going to Germany. 

Miss Herring, a student at Draughon's Business College 
in Raleigh, was here helping in the President's office before 

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The high degree of excellence attained in the literary so- 
cieties of Elon College is evidenced in the several annual en- 
tertainments given to the public by these. The first one of 
the school year was the annual entertainment of the 
Philologian Society, given on Thanksgiving evening, 1907. 
The Clio and Psiphelian Societies give their entertainments 
in the beginning of the Spring term and the annual inter-so- 
ciety debate of the Philologians and Clios will be giren 

These different public occasions have not only done hon- 
or to those who have taken part in them and to the individual 
societies, but they have reflected credit and honor upon the 
institution. In these there has been no pretentious display of 
learning — no presumptuous air of pedantry — just the work- 
ings of the societies are shown and the real talent and ability 
of the young women and young men evidenced. 

The Phi entertainment was a success in every way — the 
entire programme was one of pleasure and interest to all who 
were present. The music, both instrumental and vocal, was 
a delightful feature of the evening, while the addresses and 
the orations were enjoyable as well as instructive. The de- 
bate was of unusual fervency- -both sides did themselves 

The following is the program as rendered: 



PIANO SOLO— Capricante ..Wacks 

W. N. Huff 


QUARTETTE— The Owl and the Pussy-cat Ingraham 

Messrs. Warren, Fonville, Reitzel and Miller 

128 The Elonian. 

ORATION— The Home in the Government 

Junius H. Reitzel 

CLARINET SOLO— Waberton's March Miller 

H. G. Miller 


Query: — Resolved, That the American Merchant Marine 

should be built up by Subsidies and Rebates. 
Affirmative: Negative: 

Warner L. Wells W. Carl Whitaker 

Leon E. Smith Wm. Franklin Warren 

QUARTETTE— Ma Honey Blossom Nevin 

Messrs. Warren, Elder, Reitzel, Miller 
Decision of Judges 
CHORUS- Sailing Marks 

PRESIDENT JohnT. Kernodle 



J. B. Fearrington, Chief William L. Hardister 

Willie Winstead J. Sipe Fleming 

November 28, '07 — Evening 

Y. M. C. A. 

Messrs. J. A. Vaughan and A. C. Hall, delegates to the 
Thirty-sixth International Y. M. C. A. Convention, which vs^as 
held Nov. 22-26, made a very interesting report of their trip, 
to the student body on Sunday evening, Dec. 1. They re- 
ported a pleasant as v^ell as a profitable occasion. 

In this convention most every civilized country of the 
world was represented — there were 2020 delegates — and the 
motto, "Unum in Christo," which waved over the assembly, 
* was not in th© least misrepresentative of the feeling which 
permeated the vast throng. The speakers of the Convention 
were men of ability and of power in the world, and they have 
had no little influence in the advancement of the Y. M. G. A. 
work. Our college organization and every Y. M. C. A. organ- 

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ization represented at this Convention will be stimulated by 
the reports of their delegates and be filled with a stronger im- 
petus for future activity. A. G. H. 

130 The Elonian. 

'Forsan et haec olim jneminisse iuvahit. 

W. H. Boone graduated with the degree of Ph. B. in '94. 
After his graduation at Elon he studied medicine at Davidson 
College. Mr. Boone married Miss Bessie Moring, daughter of 
Hon, John M. Moring. Miss Moring was also a student at 
Elon and lived here just before her marriage. Mr. Boone is 
now a successful doctor at Morrissville, N. G. 

R. T. Hurley was a member of the class of '94. He 
studied law at the University of North Carolina, and began 
the practice of l^w at Troy, N. C. Mr. Hurley died at the 
hospital in Baltimore. He is said to have been one of the 
finest students ever at Elon College. 

W. J. Laine studied for the ministry. He made his de- 
gree of A. B. at Elon in 1894. After completing his college 
course he spent some time at the Divinity School of Harvard 
University. He located in Suffolk, Va., and served several 
churches in the neighborhood of that place. He died in Suf- 
folk, JIfay 28, 1898. He was one of the most devout minis- 
ters that ever served in the Christian pulpit. 

W. P. Lawrence after his graduation in '94, became in- 
structor in Elon College. Later he was connected with the 
Christian Sun, as Business Manager. He was elected to the 
Chair of English at Elon in 1904, and, on leave of absence, 
spent the year 1905-06 at Yale University. 

J. H. Jones took the degree of A. B. at Elon in 1894. 
After finishing at Elon, he spent three years at Harvard Uni- 
versity. Mr. Jones is a minister in the Unitarian church and 
is located at Minneapolis, Minn. 

Mrs. E. H. Morris (nee Rowena Moffitt) graduated in 
the year '94. She is the sister of the present President of 

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Elon College. She was married Dec. 16, 1897, to Mr. E. H. 
Morris, who is a prominent merchant of Asheboro, N. G. 

D. W. Gochran taught school several years after his 
course, in '94. He was married to Miss Minnie Phipps, of 
near Greensboro, N. G. A few years later he moved to 
Greensboro, where he has since well filled a position as Insu- 
rance Agent. 

S. A. Holleman graduated in 1 894, and later took his de- 
gree of M, A. at Elon. He was chosen instructor in the pre- 
paratory department and was afterwards elected Prof, of 
Mathematics. In 1902 he became Gashier of the People's 
Bank of Burlington, N. G., and is now with the Southern Life 
Insurance Go., of Greensboro, N. G. 

J. T. K. 

132 The Elonian. 

Et vionere et moneri proprium est verae amieitiae et alterum libere faeere, non 
aspere, alterum, patienter aeeipere non repugnanter. 

Our position has been an unusually pleasant one this 
month; due to the fact that our December numbers of our 
exchanges contain a larger number of stories, essays and 
other matter, the majority of which we read with interest and 
a corresponding amount of pleasure. 

RandolDh -Macon '^^^ Randolph-Macon Monthly contains 

for this month several stories of more than 
mOniniy. ordinary interest, among them 'A Twentieth 

Century Ghost Story,' 'Christmas Jack,' and 'The Champ.' 
The author of 'Purpose' has given us a skillful discussion of 
his subject. The poetry we consider very creditable. As a 
whole the Monthly maintains its standard very well. 

The Georgian brought with it its accus- 
TII6 Georgian, tomed entertainment and, as before, we find 
much in it to commend; not the least of which 
is the fact that it is almost entirely the product of University 
students. Would that more of us had the student support 
that The Georgian seems to us to have. In its section de- 
voted to Southern Poets, the author of 'Sidney Lanier' has 
given us an interesting and valuable biographical sketch of 
that sweet singer of the South. 'How Can a University Boy 
Best Serve His State' presents in a clear, convincing manner 
the opportunities and attendant responsibilities of the young 
man who is favored with a college or university education. 
The 'Merry Scrivener of Winchester' is an amusing story of 
the disconfiture of a boastful knight by nimble witted clerk. 
We enjoyed 'The Lash' and 'The Alien,' two short poems. 
The Exchanges were no less interesting to us. 

The Red and White is devoted, for the 
The Red and White, greater part, to foot-ball news, which is hard- 
ly censurable in view of the magnificent rec- 

The Elonian. 133 

ord of the team representing that institution during the seas- 
on just closed. The author of 'Breeding Disease — Resistent 
Varieties of Plants' shows considerable acquaintance with 
his subject. While such reading can hardly be classed as lit- 
erature, one who is capable of producing such possesses a 
knowledge that will be of much value, not only to himself but 
to the great army of American farmers. The humorous 
department was very good. 

We consider the December Tattler some- 
Thc Tattler. what inferior to the preceding number, like- 
wise the amount of literary matter less. 'The 
Rescue' was, in our opinion, partly spoiled by its conclusion. 
We dislike to be compelled to furnish a conclusion for a story 
written by another. "Supernatural' is a wierd tale, very ef- 
fectively told. 

Not having as yet received the Decem- 
TII8 Mcrcerian. ber number of the Mercerian we may briefly 
review the issue of the preceding month. 
'Hawthorne as an Artist' presents for us some of the artistic 
traits of the celebrated author. 'The Man of Jl/istery' was an 
interesting story of rural life with an amusing sequel. As a 
whole we would pronounce the November .Mercerian ordi- 

The College Messa^ge of Greensboro Fe- 
The College Message male College contains several essays con- 
cerning historical and biographical subjects of 
some value, the titles of which are: 'The Founders of Salem,' 
and 'Edward Grieg.' *A Romance of the Revolutionary War' 
we found to be a pleasing bit of fiction. The humorous sec- 
tion, while short, was very good. 

The early Renaissance treats of the 
The Acorn. growth and development of art in the fifteenth 
century. We found it not lacking in interest 
and value. In 'From Jfilton to Pope' we find a carefully pre- 
pared and ably treated essay on the development and changes 
in English literature between the eras in which the above 
writers lived. The 'Jl/lssion of a College Girl' is well worth 
the reading of our college girls throughout the State. A Ro- 

134 The Elonian. 

mance of the Jamestown exposition seemed to us somewhat 
crude and amateurish. 

The December Gray Jacket contains an 

The Gray Jacket article entitled 'study in Virginia Population,' 

which is of. some value, treating as it does 

Virginia's industrial condition at some lengte. 'In Time But 

Too Late' is an automobile story creditably told. 

The Muse has told us that its prime pur- 
St. Mary's Muse pose is to keep its students and alumni in 
touch with the life of the school, hence we 
shall attempt no criticism. We should judge that it is follow- 
ing its ideal very closely and is a source of pleasure for those 
for whom it is chiefly edited. 

If The Elonian should fall into the hands of any who have 
not yet favored us with an exchange copy, we trust we may 
soon be favored with a copy of the same. J. W. B. 

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