Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1883-06-17

l pictured faces rise in the imagination, and
attend the thoughts - they trayel bsck
over
The Last Tharsy YesFs
you have dwelt Eith the Voung.
Bright, glad voices have answered b
ffom you to tell everywhere the sweet
story Of the crooL Your work hes been
for The homes, and in the homes you shall
find your reward. Some day tAis
labor Of love must cease. Your work
OF life will be finished. The time will
come when the eyelids will grow
heavy and finally drop over ths tired eyes,
when the pencil will fall from the nerye.
less fingers and other hands will gently
close the last volume. In this heok some.
where whether neEr the end or not, can.
not know. but somewhere in your history
Oar Class q ueotfooeo,
and for time our names have been
linked with yOurs. Now ve too Are
about to leave you and tonight you will
pause TO write but one word in the Volume
Of this year, tAe last. last, word fare
we'll"
Now. dear faculty and teachers. the time
Being scholars together under the one great
Teacher, you have seemed as elder sisterA
who have gone . little farther In
the pathway OF knowledge than We.
and have waited little while to help as
nearer you. Having yourselves learned
some OF LIES bitter lessons. you have
sought to assist Us that We may End them
easier. Your teaching was not confined 70
books, but your gentleness and patience,
your constant pointing toward
the Great Master
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gained from books. But now the last
lesson has been recited and the books put
away with sigh and We turn to you and
say farewell.
But the time Of separation draws nea.
We must say forewell to our Juniors aud
classmates. Longer time has been given TO
stand STAND several sHS :" steps higher than
some Of you on the ladder
of knowledge, one step above the Juniors.
We now leave you to travel over the path
way We have left II is not all happiness
Sometimes clouds dim the suns brightness,
tear the tender hands. But il is by bearing
trials we grow strong. The way We grow
trustful is by taking all
Trouble 20 the Cross,
and leaving il there. We must needs learn
the same hard lesson over and over again,
that we may net another time forget when
we most need to remember. We must ire
quently be reproved, and often We must be
Kept in. Yet after all il Is pleasant way.
Only enough cloud TO make the sunshine
brighter; enough labor to make rest
sweeter.
We bid you all God speed. When our
10 the juniors. we help them one step
higher until they stand where We stand,
and then we say farewell to the seniors OF
81.
How shall say
Farew ell TO Ny CLASS.
We have lived and studied together we
have been so closely connected that We
have grown very dear to each other.
Our hands tremble as We try to unloose
the strong banded cords that bind Us to-
gether.
All our communion. all our intercourse
has been really fellowship, friendship.
The brightness OF girlish gayety. the
sweetness of girlhood's love have bright.
ened and sweetened each heart. We have
grown more charitable, more unseliish for
having known each other, and thus
il has been an instrument in
holding our character. Like the
artist who stands before the statue, chip
ping off sharp corner here, cutting deep
inc there, until the marble stands forth q
thing OF beauty. so the great Sculptor has
teen
Shaping Our Lives
by the circumstances of these school years,
throwing some features into bold relief by
the strong hand of trial or stern disci
pline, or softening some lines by the
gentle influence Of love. May no haw In
the marble Illustrate the noble design OF
the artist, bat may We be found perfect
enough to fill the highest inches. As We.
look around for the last time on our class,
we miss one face that we used 10 see among
us. One of our number did not wait TO
graduate with us.
"she has gone from us forever.
She has moved n little nearer
To the master OF all music,
To the master OF all singing
Tonight she hovers over us as
Our Guardian Angel.
Perhaps she listens to our words OF parting
and JOINS us as We say farewell but al
forwards she whispers: "uphe We never
say farewell" 1t will be a little while until
our school will be finished and
the Father will send for US
to come home. Our class is about
to disband and its members will be sent
into other classes. some higher aud some
lower. Tonight the class OF 'S3 goes out OF
existence: tomorrow il will be no more,
Yet though the class dies, its members will
live, however far they may be separated.
But we cannot wait longer over these ten
der thoughts, and from fifteen hearts come
unitedly the same word, the same, sad.
sweet word. Farewell