East Saginaw courier. (East Saginaw, Mich.) 1859-18??, 1863-09-23
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Our Glass.

days OF life to look back upon the
memories of school-days, and again
surround ourselves with the faces OF
our old "chums." Where they now
are wandering up and down the world
we know not some are scattered in
the wide missionary fields east of the
Mediterranean, others are in the far
West, among the rough savages Of the
plains, others are cold beneath the
battlefield, and others are struggling
along the more ordinary paths of life,
That little band that used TO gath
er in the chapel, and who shook
hands and sung AuH Long Syae at the
chapel door after degrees were con-
ferred, is now scattered into all the
departments of life, and the one feel
ing which united us then has been
forgotten in the earnest struggle of
duty. We remember two brothers,
quite young, with blue eyes and curl
ing hair, the pets of all the girls in
town, the best student in the class, al
ways steady at prayers, and the most
inofiensive of mortals. Everybody
loved them and rejoiced in the bright
prospect before them, when in years
after they came to the dignity of pro-
fessorships. They were bright stars
in the scientific and literary world /;
but civil war, that uproots all the solid
foundations Of society, also disturbed
their dreams of greatness. Fired by
zeal and patriotic love, they accepted
high position in the Federal army,
and whore tho battle ragged hottest
their blue eyes and bright blades
flashed out and cheered their comrades
to victory. But when the battle is
over they are no longer there. \
huge gap is in the army, and little
humble monument is all we know of
them.
We also remember another whose
b)ylool l was manly, whose promise of
future success was superior to all
others, who was splendid student
and pleasant companion. Often has
the class with one accord pointed him
out as the bright particular star of our
school day armament, and speculated
on what would be his best achieve
ment. Time passed, and we saw his
white face turned to the blue sky that
looked down through the dark forests
that skirt the head waters of Lake
Superior. There was no crown of
success upon his brow, but death had
set his seal upon him while yet in the
flower Of his youth.
There was another whose soul soar
ed above the allurements of college
life, who devoted all his energies, and
alas his life TO his books. lie con-
quered whatever was given him to do,
but the frail machinery of his being
was crushed, and he went TO his grave
regretted and honored. These were
the stars towards which all our eyes
were turned, and yet we have seen
them set without a miracle.
The dead are worthy remembrance,
but the Ming are not forgotten. The
erratic spirit of one has scared into
the regions of ridicule, and made us
laugh at his irreverence, and back
again to sublime, until we have found
a mist gathering before our eyes
To-day he is the motley writer for
Punch, and tomorrow the sanctifed
chaplain of a regiment. He was an
orderly student, Away sat prayers, al
ways at recitation, and always had his
task performed, and yet the faculty
gave him 'liberty to retire" before the
end of his second year.
Another "Old Honesty" n faithful
man and a true Christian, is toiling
among the semi-civilized nations of
Persia, devoting his time, his energies
and life to his duty. Among us all
he is the centre of oil, and up to him
we all looked for council and guidance,
and we predict that sometimes as he
observes the barbaric instincts of his
'chosen Sheep" his memory fits back
to the days of college life, when the
neighborhood called us "barbarians."
Thus the little ripple made upon the
surface of the world when we sang
Auld Lang Sync at the chapel door, is
spreading wider, until its influence
reaches from the Rocky Mountains to
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