The Rutland daily globe. [volume] (Rutland, Vt.) 1873-1877, 1873-07-11
The Rutlaad daily Glohe.
FRIDAY, JULY II, 1873.
ALUMNI CELEBRATION.

mentioned by billiard in his Six Months in
Italy, that of the villa of the EMPEROR
lladrian, where once was gathered ali that
the taste and luxury of East and West
could bestow, nothing now remains but n
iiavorng shrub species of Syringa, brought
by lladrian from Syria. The gorgeous
halls and theatres and lyceums have passed
away, and only this fragile flower remains
faithful to the memory of Hadrian. So is
1t with much of the literature of the past
Some simple ballad or story survives, while
more elaborate works disappear. Nothing
Is so abiding and nothing so fleeing as lit
erary fame. Not one of thousand authors
outliyes his generation. This is not because
their works are altogether worthless. Most
OF them, doubtless, serve some temporary
or local purpose. Having accomplished
that they pass away, while Milton, Shake
speare, Dante and the blind old bard of
Scio, sing in the ear of every generation.
What then, is the vital element of all high
literature, which gives it its abiding power
in the hearts of men?
In answering this question the speaker
dwelt on the distinction between scientific
writings and literature. The sphere of lit
crature includes all presentations of truth
under forms of the imagination 1t ap-
peals to the heart, to the sentiment of beau
ty, to the sense of what is good and truth
full. If there were no good or progress ex-
cept material good and progress, there
would be no place for literature, or art,
or reIgioh. Literature ana art have in
some respects common field. Literature
NAV rival ART i'm IFS dissertations of nature
But there is this difference that literature
permits and even requires a moral purpose
DIR. Clark alluded to literature as illustra-
ting history. and of late vears to its service
under the pens OF Dickens, Mrs. Stowe,
Mrs Browning and others on the side of
moral reforms lie discnssed a,so ti,o ro,o
ton nc, of religion to literature; He alluded
Blole, ana llnally reached the conclusion
that the vital element of literature is IFS
moral purpose. No book is destined TO
i've which does not minister in sincerity to
the wants of the moral nature. In fact
the essential element Of ali truo cultnra
i;r - ~ - " ''i ~ =,
ne ana progress Is the recognition or the
toi s,,r;t ''' ' NV " ''''''7' '"' "'' ''''''''
tal spirit.
DR.. Clark developed his main thought by
many felicitous Illustrations His address
was iirh in tono and noIishoJ in lie rhato
was iiisn Ill toic anu poiisncu Ill its rheto-
ric. He spoke forty minutes, was listened
nlouded ''''' '''' "f
P'''''"'
r,o f-ua,..:. g..
Inc ioiio"ihS ~ All cNtrart from the
| poem:
| Almost a score of years have passed away
| Since Brothers met to celebrate the tlay
| When ifty years OF varied history
| We closed and hands were clasped most low
lngly
Ana y ndser 1re WI e3p 9gl On r
Tho, tpemninis Win n,Se mai now are busbed
~. -, - -, ,. ~ ~ ~" ,
Ia that last greeting How the glossy brown,
| Inc golden ana tnc raven, WIN the crown
or silver then were blended And they
| sleep,
Tha ?9,ond ~, ov t'", n Slnlpber deep.
'"N hnra VI" n'oN' VIM 'ooA ouI hearlS ant
Them 10 tho ,hr,re az ,,,ooo yui ,.o, -,
i"N''' " wv uiphc vi grace, VIII pray III
TnIess inv nro, IL, hoo,,oo ,r,, ....,,
| brave P''' ~ ''"''"' inc ''"'esah
His rinened beauty ma , N bonored o,rova
| And Who with SuSh a nohia racrrd INA
| Re- other thnn our nri,In ,vi,n ni,ya,,s etooa
neer nn"ner Tho nnt t, V ~, 9 Nv ~ ~ 3'oou
narth f"mnd 30 utoi' " " mn oiio ,add han,
| ~ upon ~ ''eu i''''i''
| And some have given up their brave young
life
| To stay the fearful lratlcldaltstrlfe.
They LETT their works, In quiet classic groves.
loves
| And homes-and now their tangled locks are
| lying
| Where breeZes with the orange breath are
signing,
| Or, here at home, their treasured dust Is sleep
ing
Where love-wreathed fowers, are sweetest
| fragrance weeping.
,,.,,,., -. ,.,
naiiiiiIai iieIc, WIN olu hcrOic ueeus,
| Prepared 10 cherisil Just Sucn noble seeds
~ Ua nne n ne,,o., io'e Tor ratneTiand,
And learn, II need be, o how sweet to die.
For country, truth and threatened Liberty.
1nr ratners 700 are gone, we walt IN vain
ihci Sireu"s nave Joiheu 'he funeral
'''' away "0''-"''S'' ''''' nave p'''eu
Since Wheeler's lofty form In silence lay,
AWAITING burial and the Inns were mute
So fragrant With The often tasted ted fruit tii'
| OF learnInp-fraprant with n FENDER love
above.
or eloguence, that fed our Youthful pride,
Uplifting with its own resistless mlrht
The plant form to grand majestic height
Not many, since we had TO Yield our right
Whose logic he was bold who dared 10 meet
Who, II his spirit had not been so sweet,
Would terrible have been to all but friends;
Who had the manly grace that condescends
To Sheathe the Sinews OF a giants grasp
With the Siken softness OF q brothers CLASP
Not many, since our Pease was smltten down
Had swept the Sunlight from our brothers
face,
And left OF gladness scarce a single trace
In every feature we beheld the play
Ready to Spring upon us from the eye ''''
That took its colors from the loving sky
lie did not fall at evenings sweet decline,
When weary ones with tranquil Joy resign
LIES burdens-nO, the angels from the Dome,
Where day is brightest took our brother home
Not many, since we bade farewell
TO Torrey, ripe for Heaven, where such ones
dwell
Who loved, as others love, but most OF all
Enamored OF the Truth, TO whom no gall
SO bitter seemed as Falsehood. Tempered he