Semi-weekly interior journal. [volume] (Stanford, Ky.) 1881-1905, 1883-06-08

homes and well-tillei lands 10 render thei
names illustrious by some daring exploit
our now fertile fields would coon be barre
wastes and the land would be consumed b.
famine. Let ne seek first the heroism founl
IN the performance Of duty, and look 70
the reward spoken Of by Christ; 9TH
Father which seeth In secret shall rewar,
the openly" Heroes q the Cross, Should
be the chief desire of our hearts-heroe
who will stand with uplifiel heads and
shining faces before the Judge Of the quick
and dead, when lie calls the nations "a
judgment. Let us examine little the
records Of some Of the famous ones; those
whose monuments pierce the skies, whose
inscriptions tell Of deeds that Gre our am
bition and command our admiration. DO
these records tell Of lives free from Elm, ex.
empl from sulering2 DO they tell Of quiet
coneciences, Of peace and ioy2 Do they
not show restless days and weary nights;
tell Of sorrow, Of losses; Of disease, ofdeath9
Are they not often blackened by crime,
stained with blood2 Does not remorse
write in burning letters-"life IL wasted,
the future has no promiseT Who envies
Alexander, standing over the dead body u
his beloved Clytus, whom he has Just slain
in transport Of anger, although he may
envy the fame Of the Conquerer Of Babylon
the Great? Who desires the lonely island,
the sick bed, the broken spirits Of the hero
OF Wagram, however eager for HE dazzling
career, his triple crown, his magnificent
palacesl Who envies the weary wander.
ings, the bitter longing, the disappoint.
ments Of the powerful Empress Of Austria?
With all her power, influence aud ambi-
ton, does any one desire her trouble and
the terrible feelings Of mingled hatred and
indignation which held possession Of her
when she found her much-lovcd lands
ruthle-sly taken from her by the mighty
Frederick the Greatf Again, let us look
at her beautiful but unfortunate daughter,
Marie AntonBette. Can we envy her the
cruel treatment, the solitude Of the dark.
dismal cell, with iis clanking chains, and
do we envy her the sharp edged, bloody
are OF the executioner2 But il is often
thus with our great characters, our heroes 4
When we look down the long, long list and
examine closely their liyea, we will find but
few with whom we would be willing 10
change places. Would IL not be best then,
10 begin our life-work in earnest, and make
successful our Commencement. remember.
Ing that the end depends upon the begin.
ming, and our lives will be what we, bur
selves, make them.
Citizens Of Stanford, we wish you we'll.
We hope the efforts you have made 10 Wild
IN and deepen the educational influences Of
Tour daughters may prove eminently sue.
,essful. We will carry grateful thoughts
1f your kindness and interest to our homes
lar away. We owe much 10 you; and very
much 10 teachers and school.maies
Thanks for the sympathles that ye have shown.
Thanks for each kindly word each silent token,
That teaches US when seeming most alone,
Frlendsare around US though no word be spoken"
Let me again bid you all glad vel.
,ome.
Much applause and many beautiful
bouquets were bestowed on the fair Salu-
atorian and then there was music by the
Band. Miss Mildred Lewis, Of Stanford,
lressed in white richly embroidered mus.
in, satin bodice and natural flowers, was
lever more lovely aud she displayed much |
ability ia reading the follow.
ng essay entitled
CARTOONS.
Imagination with it's burden OF rich Rif,s
o man cannot be % highly valued. III
rings To minds faces long since under the |
cd, eyes long since closed in death; IL |
makes the dark prison cells bright with |
unshine and green fields and peoples the |
taste places with forms Of beauty and grace.
low much sweetness it lends to musicl
low much worth 10 poetry How much /
lie TO marblsl Greece, Italy, England and
america invite US 10 enjoy their rich gifts |
{ imagination, the creaton Of genius. As
nv lips speak Of Greece, there comes before
ne face Of grand proportions. Do you /
lot see the massive brow. the broad chin,
he closed eyes Of old Homer? Stand be-
ore the old man Just moment, while he
ellis Of the mighty men Of war that batter
q down the strength Of Troyi Listenl
VOW lie tells Of Archilles, who urges his
cry steeds around the walls Of the doom
d city, with the valiant Hector chained TO
is chariot! The thunder Of his voice il
,arful, the tramping Of his horses terrify-
lgl The scene changes and we see the
roud Agememnon, leader Of the Grecian
,roes, contending with Archillez, godlike
! power. glorious in might. The chiyalry
Greece look on awestruck, a. the roar Of
leir voices tells the fury of the contest
nts. What GRANDEUR What simplicityl
What accuracy mark HOmer's pictures;
OF all Of war and carnage; not all Of blood
nd battle. The scene changes again. The
oise Of battle ceases; the clash Of arms
asses away and evening wraps the plains.
he poets Tyre now tells Of the parting of
ector and his tender wife. How the
rings culver under the tremulous old
ngers as We hear the soothing tones of
Ie Trojan hero bidding Andromache keep
brave heart, while he goes forth to save
n from servitude and degradation.
Opposite the picture behold another.
hat greater contrast can we offer TO Ho- ,
er than Socrates2 In the gallery at men,
y he stands with finger raised in warning
the youth II Athens, whom he taught
be virtuous for virtues sake, because he
Few no higher motive. Grand old Socra-
;, unmindful Of wealth and fame, seeking
lily the happiness Of Others, he deserved a
liter fate than the deadly hemlocki
Turning from these men of note, we look ,,
Sapph0, the Greek nightingale, the
hite browed and black-eyed sappho.
hose lips poured forth a volume Of song
den with those emotions, overlooked BY
omer and despised by Socrates.
Leaving the shores of Greece aud coming
ltal in medieval times, we find Dante,
true type Of the old Italians, with broad
ow, finely shapei nose, large, calm eyes.
e opens the doors Of Tartarus and leads
within the realms of darkness, where he
uses the mind TO start in fear, TO tremble
Ith terror. Turning from the darkness
his "lnferno" We see him. with warm in-
nse nature absorbed in his Beatrice, who,
The freshness Of her youth caplivated
is master Of the sublime. Lacking self.
'preciation, or giving almost angelic per,
ctions TO this lovely girl, he dared not
An her and carried her imaga with bfs "a |