Rutland weekly herald. [volume] (Rutland, Vt.) 1859-1877, 1871-05-18
nur College Days.

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- tobert pherp- OF Joliet, Illinois. 1t wa
he Palmer House. Chicago, on the 20
-, che Northwestern association OF tn'
Ii ofTT,Ion Co l.ge. The many fehcitiou
,,int. will be readily appreciated py an ous Noi
ssp cialIy, perhaps, by each alumnuS Ui enio'
College. as W I'll as all other colleges ihere al
Snonv IN this vicinity who will recognize enc ant
all # the persons alluded 10
,uo,, many a form reappears to our gaze
A. 1rs trace back the years 10 those halcyon days
There is ponderou- Hickok, who once IN his lif
Exchanged metaphysics for muscular strife,
When with cane high upreared and his voice II
fun tune,
He routad the 'townies," horse, foot, and dra
goonl
Then can e Tayler Lewis, whose polyglot brain
Sem ed the lore of all ages and lands to contain,
What awe he INSPIRED with the tongues he could
speak
For We thought all his essays were written il
Greek,
That he scolded in Hebrew, and in Arabic wept
And Ia Koptic and Syrsic dreamed when hs
septl
That he planted his garden in stanzas trochaic,
And chased of his hens in parsee and Chaldaic,
And he seemed, IN good truth, to be wearing
marx
When in round Saxon English he took us to task
But for all his dry learning that frightened each
bumpkIn,
God bles' him his heart was big as a pumpkin
There is Foster, that terror of bolters" and reb.
els
Who talked, as it seemed, with a mouth full Of
pebbles,
I've but one thing against him, and that is the
he caused one of yore with those cussed Me
chanics,"
TIL ~ p0nS aSinoTQn,l, the dread of the course,
That had tp ride over without any horse,
That f-ld of red slaughter where, prone on their
backs,
Lay all but the few who were won't to score
Max"
Yet we honored him too, in despite of his art,
For the contrast that reigned 'twixt his voice and
his heart
For the latter, though hid In exterior rough,
Was a. genial and soft as the former was grutf;
So we yielded thee tribute of honor and praise,
Our old Foster-brother of youths happy days!
Make way, all ye phantom's memory's track,
For the jolly Old 4 I'm of our own Captain Jack !"
That MASSIVE gray beard, as the phantom APP
Iears,
Like Landmark loans up in the vanishing years.
How the old chapel echoed from pavement to raj
ter
The sound of the rich hearty, clear-ringng laugh
ter
How gently he strove our rude steps to guide,
Aud be laughed at our blunders where others
would chideI
Through dark, winding l4byrinths cheerily led,
AID scattered the mist clouds that over is spread,
o. nearest of all to the boyheart was he,
The gray bearded boy iull of frolicsome glee;
The student of stars, with their brightness i'm
bued
Htms II a bright star of the first magnitude
He wrote those mechanics" but he knew they
were tough,
And good soul couldn't bear to teach anything
rough;
So, in goodness of heart, he mechanics forsook
And suck to astronomy. and # his book
Aud its problems so deep that few mortals could
reach them.
Made ster the scapegoat and left him to teach
them,
There's Geodosy," ton, with his manner so yonng,
HIS shy, tisping speech and stammering tongue,
Who -ign-d our sheep>kins sending US off,
W tn tho-e M, steal symbols ,'Pont ct Viar Prof"
Aud Pearson, whose province was daboling in
Ink,
0f0 der high priest, and of neatness the "Pink."
Ano just MS extremes in Philosophy meet,
Bee 81 WHY appro aching, zach other To greet,
Two mm-, of I'D Union the head and the tall
"Old Fr-x' and old Jimmy, who carried the mail.