The Rutland daily globe. [volume] (Rutland, Vt.) 1873-1877, 1873-07-17

upon national affairs can be soon
And how powerfully does the country en-
force her claims upon the scholar. The
knife of the william of every class is at her
throat, and she cries out for help. Justice
is thrown down and overwhelmed with
There is great scramble IN
which all seem struggling to get whatever
they can out of the State, instead of giving
it to all they can. Columbia, good, honest,
trustful old dame that she is, needs protec-
ton from the thieves who have ingratiated
themselves into her favor and gained access
to her strong box. The injuries under
which the nation suffers and the peris
which surround il call on every loyal son
for his best service. And the State has
special claim upon the service of the scholar.
He owes it a debt which he cannot pay cx-
cept with his best service. The State has
exalted the learned professions and offered
the highest places in them to the most
worthy irrespective of birth or wealth.
The scholar who would become states
man must have besides knowledge of his
own country, much knowledge of other
governments. lie cannot afford TO slight
the lessons of their experience. The his
tory of the past is full of instruction. There
are certain sciences also whose thorough
study is essential to true craftsmanship.
First, Political Economy, as "the science
of the laws which determine the prosper
ity of Nations" Also. international Law,
Moral Philosophy and the science of Ethics
A thorough study of Logic must be had,
and finally he must keep thoroughly up
with the times He must give a liberal
share of his thoughts to the affairs of com
mon life. Let him nerve and equip himself
for thp fiUlt thpu nlunUp into IL
Scholars, the country makes her appeal
to you. Join solid columns and march to
her rescue. Let the best culture and the
best thought of the land pit itself against
ignorance and dcpravity. The smoke of
the battle will for time envelop the con-
tending hosts, but it will clear away, show
ing corruption and wrong in full flight, and
the nation saved from its peril and dis
grace.
The Grafton was listened to with marked
attention and received with much favor by
the audience.
After music from the band the poet of the
OCCASION Mr.. II. S. Holmes, class of 49, of
Auburn, n. Y, was introduced. The
poem was brief but happy review of col
lego days, containing many excellent Illus
trations and eloquent passages, and read
with much grace and effect. We cannot
forebear publishing few selections which
will prove interesting to all our readers.
OF college days spent in Middlebury the
poet sings
! There in the valley. by the peaceful stream
| The quiet town lies hid among the trees,
! And wreathing smoke in curling spires is seen
| Borne inward the evening gentle breeze.
And floating on the air, my every sense tt
Come sounds of hurrying feet, tho low of herd.
The heavy wagons roll and song of bird.
Across the valley on the distant hill
| Thy gray walls, Alma Mater, meet my view,
! And all the pulses of my being thrill
With rapture Deep as ever lovers knew,
Who each to each had pledged their promise
true.
For once again within thy shrnes | tread
Again am from thy bounteous garner fed.
And now within my college room sit
| And read the lessons for the morrow DER
And this my vision like dim shadows fit
| The forms OF heroes who to llium's shore,
The storm and fury of fierce battle bore,
And see Ulysses tossed on many n sea,
Seeking in vain his loved Penelope.
And once again comes change of scene. I'll
Spring;
The early morn is dark. The air is chill
Nature in letters lies, a captive thing,
Save the fierce wind that whistle DER the HILL
No sound is heard to break the silence STILL
When pealing forth upon the frosty air,
The chapel bell sounds forth Its call to prayer.
Forth from my dreaming at single bound,
And into clothes and down the college stair,
Fast hurrying on ERE yet the Changing sound
Shall cease with unwashed face and uncOmbe
hair,
hasten with swift foot to morning prayer,
And all my soul is filled with thought devout
And all my heart attuned to praise-no doubt.
The classroom follows on the morning prayer
And thitherward with drowSy eyes go,
There IN sits the tutor in his classic chair,
What family glimmering lamp will scarcel
show,
Whether there lacks that morn single face.
And If per chance there be some vacant place
/ sit and ponder while the rest recite,
And each the tutor with his questions plies,
What wisdom subtle hid from students sight,
Has been revealed so clearly TO the eyes
OF college corporations that to rise
Before the day has dawned upon the earth,
Becomes In college prayers thing of WORTH
And now the recitation ends and lo
From caSs-rooms do see the thrOng pour out
And winding down the college Campus 90.
And many song, and many ringing shout
or laughter hear as files the Jest about,
While not line OF care on any brow Is drawn
AS breakfastward the hurrylng crowd go on.
SO Frcshman's year runs onwaId.to Its close,
a yearfull oft theme for saddest song;
And sleeplesS nights and fears OF unknOw
wrong,
And anxious days to Freshman life belong,
For to Its listening ear, heard DER and Der
Some voice Is whispering ever, "Sophomore."
So Freshman year runs onward to Its close,
And gladly do pass its portals through.
With giddy whirl commencement comes an
goes,
And parting word is said and last adieu,
While all my soul is stirred with feeling new
For name OF Freshman shall hear no more,
But revel In the title proud "Sophomorc."
] am Sophomore now, and sport cane,
wear beaver with lofty crown,
MY coat Is OF the latest cut, It's plain;
Upon my face frowZy beard has grown,
And from my watch huge seal bangles down
: And dainty gloves and boots too tight by far
And browning all the smell of n cigar.
No longer when meet sober Prof
or upper classman as at cen walk,
DO my hat In reverence to them doff,
Nor cease an instant from my boisterous talk
But give careless nod and onward stalk;
To be polite is well In Freshman year,
But In noble soph. should not appear
And so another year rolls swift away,
But ere past beyond It's farthest bound
Some lessons have learned which sOoth to So
Were not in text book nor in classroom found
And yet doubt If the wide world around
couiu sooner teacn so practical knowledge
There dawns morning which, though yeai
have passed,
still fresh within my memory doth lie,
Ger every heart It's sombre shadow cast
And yelling from the hearts depth to the eye
Ihe tear comes; and each bosom heaves Il
, sigh,
, For our first volunteer, the true, the brave,
! Has given his life, his country's life 10 save.
one moment let me pause to speak the name
Or our first Offering at our c0untrys shrine,
High, Alma Mater, on thy scroll OF fame
, Record him, and may streams OF light divine
Around the words with ceaseless radiance shin
[ Ana may thy sons down TO remotest days
: The name OF Henry Bennett love and praise.
And SO wake, my evenings dream Is done,
The sun has set behind the distant hill
. Ger pages OF my book my eye run
7 But read not, for before my vision still
Two i,W forms rms see, which all my vision lill