Knoxville daily chronicle. [volume] (Knoxville, Tenn.) 1870-1882, 1881-05-15
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SWEET GIRL, GRADUATE.
The Regular Round of Commencement
81 Essay About to Commence. ta ~.

20 So Essay About to Commence. ta gra
From the Brooklyn Eagle. Uz-~
"Could r see the editor ?" she asked
looking around for him, and wondering
what was going on under his table.
''EhI yes, I'm him." responded the
editor evolving himself and slipping. a cork
into his vest pocket. " What can do for
you z" g. e - aa.-
81 am student at Packer institute" re-
sponded the blushing damsel, land I have
written little article on Our School Days
which I would like to have published in the
Brooklyn Eagle, if you think it good
enough" ....-r- .e- -.-t-- a
Certainly" replied the editor, gazing in
unconscious admiration on the beautiful face
before him. 'sDoes it commence, Our
school days! how the words inger in sweet
cadences on the strings of memory Is
that the way it runs?"
ssWhy, yes" responded the beaming girl
'sThen it goes ON, How we look forward
from them to the time when We shall look
back to them!' How did you know"
ssNever mind" said the editor, with the
engaging smile that has endeared him to the
citizens of Brooklyn. "After that comes
so sunshinyl SO gilded with the pleasures
that make youth happy, they have flown
into the immutable past, and core to us in
after life only as echoes in the caves of
sweet recollection Isn't that it,"
at certainly is, answered the astonished
girl, radiant with delight. "How could you
know what had written?"
| .sThen it changes from the pianissimo
and becomes more tender: The shadows
gather around our path. The roses of
friendship are withering but may we not
| hope that they will bloom again as we re-
member the affection that bound us here
and made ~ -ar -srzs--s- ....--s-...
| mo, you're wrong there" and the soft
eyes looked disappointed.
els it Hope on, hope ever?'" asked the
editor E-ua. Ha- En51E -r.
THAT comes in further on. you had it
nearly right. 1t is The dun shadows close
around u.s.. The flowers of friendship are
sleeping, but not withered, and will bloom
again in the affectionate remembrance of
the chains that bound us so lightly ''.t
"Strange that I should have made that
mistake, y said the editor, musingly. Inever
! missed on one before. From there it goes,
'Schoolmates, let US live so that Ill our days
shall be as radiant as those we have known
here, and may we pluck happiness from
every bush, forgetting never that the thorns
are below the roses, and plying those
whose handS are bruised III tne march
through life" .....
"That's it :" exclaimed the DELIGHTED girl.
* And then comes Hope on, hope ever"
Sure's you're born cried the editor,
blnshing with pleasure, and once more on
the right track ''Then it runs: And as
for you, teachers dear.'
=" Yes yes, you are right" giggled the
J girl. Il can't see how you found me out.
Would you like to print it," and her face
assumed an anxious shape.
. Certainly" responded the editor. 'rl
say it's by the most promising young lady
of Brooklyn, the daughter of an esteemed
citizen, and a lady who has already taken
high social rank"
THAT finishes the school commencement
at one swoop," sighed the editor gloomily,
as the fair vision foated out. Cant sec
how I made that blunder about the shadows
and roses and friendship. Either I'm get
ting old or some of these girls have struck
out something original. Here, Swipes, tel
the foreman to put this slush in the nex
tax-sales supplement" and the editor felt il
his hair for the cork, and wondered wha
had happened to his memory