Morning journal and courier., 1884-06-24

Finds. when her troubled children to her turn, refuge in her bosom for the brave. Hark the low breeze of evening tells it's tale,
 The half-forgrtton memories of yore; ,,...-
 While the grim pines ard hemlookS nStnine Into whisper sinks the forests vail.
 As it repeats the story OCT and OCT,
 The story ocean thunders on ths strand.
 The closing verse of the poem:
 One night the pastor slept. The early day
 Game like gentle presence where ne !sy
 And touched him softly; all too softly came
 To wake him from that rest ruddy flame Broke from the lifeless embers with glesm,
 And Ieavos the ashes cold The ocean surge
 ARd wind-harped forest echoed forth their dirge He heard them not, but woke to life full fafn Beyond the Silence, where hope lives again.
 The epiIogue was:
 The future ts Psndora's b1x wherein
 The various fabric of our lives is hid.
 Sometimes with curious hand we lift the lid, Eager to view the fate stored up within
 Sadness hides there and grief with all it's Kin
 Lurks darkly-wasting moths, to mar and thieve
 The bright t-hued garb Of hsppinesa-to weave And siIk-worm like their own dark shroud to spin Yet from that dusty chrysalis of pain
 At last grown fecund under Faiths warm ray
 The butterflies of hope nutteriDg wing Ont of their very Rhreud seize life again
 Ard hover round us in the waning day
 Of life, to rob the passing of it's sting.
 Let Time run on, till many head is white
 With dust of travel; run he ne'er so fast,
 Hope surely will outstrip him at the last
 And at the goal rest from the breathless flight Then como the years home in the set light,
 AS from the harvest field the creaking vain
 Hesped with ths harvest of the ripened grain, Fit to be garnered at tn approach of night
 And what then if the morning glory fold
 Its petals, withered in ths scorching noon,
 Weary and faint, it's feeb sness outworn
 Long ere the waning day? Is Hopes death knollsd?
 Nay,-the now'r sleeps. Evening will pass and
 It's oge1ds will unclose to greet the morn.
 THE GLASS GRAFTON.
 The class oration was delivered by Henry Milton Wolf of Chicago, his subject being ''The Demand for the Practical" In the course of his remarks the speaker said: There has been steadily growing up during the past year feeling of opposition to the part America is playing in the have been observing our social structure, ex- amining our political institutions, studying our intellectual development. They have weighed us in the balance and have found us wanting Nay, more, they go further and assert that we are undermining not only our own advancement, but also that of Europe; and they do not hesitate to predict that our present course of action will inevitably i'm pair more and more the life of these great United States until it perish.
 These statements are not nasty RenerRliza- tions based on few facts imperfectly grasp cd; on the contrary, they are metured thoughts of men who have spent their lives in the study of mankind. The creation of the world is not yet completed Civilization is Q reality; and they are filled with the lofty asDirations to maksibrCs r6 tticrsase Gue we'll being of men, to develop the state and make 1t purer, happier. The history of humanity is to them noble epic made up of grand scenes, crowded with great characters, whose past action they have explained, whose fu- tUre course they would point out to us.
 ] And so the present condition of the indi- vidusl and Of society hers Is compared with that of other times and other places. The best things that have been said and done are held up to view in order th@s we may learn to comprehend how fsr the world has advanced toward perfection. Behold, say they, this statue whose every line is lovely purity. Let us enter your grand temple; from it's pictured walls what scenes, what faces look down upon us! Here arc the master works of the orators and historians These are the songs of the poetsi
 But when from this inspection of human perfection they turn to America what do they not see in
 "This wss&tn giant coarse scorning re- inements which he lacks bimself?"
 Utility is everywhere. In place of noble ness of architecture, all conceivable forms of error stand petrifed in every street What hopes can there be for art, for music, for literature, for virtue, genius, beauty, Tor the humanities in ''great, avaricious America, where the practical is the fetioh, he talisman, the open sesame and where he people ''are gorged and drunk with | What will become of all his modern world-civilization built at the l xpense of so much human labor, so much l luman suffering, if this spirit of practical 1 ctivity longer spreads contagion through | he world? If Pericles-how they shudder 1 t the shoHght-if Pericles had stopped to 1 alculate the interest on the principal, the | possible percentage return on the capital 7hen would Athens have seen the Parthenon nd the glories of the Acropolis? That America is nation of realists, that 7e ss people aim low, can scarcely be de- jed. Ask the boy in the street. the work nan at his bench. the merchant in the count ng room, the professional man: What are our ideas of life? You will find that prac- ical spirit really has grown up among IS, that 1t is almost entirely divorced from he spirit of beauty, the Eeitgeist of classic ntiquity. We meet Grsdgrinds without umbers. We are ever hearing: .'In this fife we want nothing but facts, sir, nothing ut facts" Under the sway of the talisman- , sentence everything yields obedience. All Ian. Education for humanization is deemed ell nigh worthless. The muses and graces re turned out to earn their own living is left to politicians and the ,le question at issue is the tariff. . To condemn the practical is popular yet { is impossible to deny that it built up cul- lre; to regard the practical and the beauti- Il as conflicting, as Rntagonistic is custom y, but the one is as necessary to the other ( practice to theory, for the one is the aid, { le means, the condition, the compliments of I le other. Do we hope to erect massive ( ructure towering high upwards in the air hen we must lay our blocks of stone deep S 'rs, strengthening, broadening, building at I e foundations q MT. Wolf concluded his address to his class V ates as follows: The thoughts of to- c y bring to us visions of the years to come. ad since this kind mother of us all suffers a to go. we, like the foolish, needless ohil- T en that we are, are eager to run ont into b Q busy world to play, to choose our favored b lsntoms. She has welcomed back many a r @ returning empty-handed, foot sore, q 'ary with his worldly race. And so we 1st not forget to have our hands filled with d wers when we come back to cheer for Yale T d '84. tj
 GLASS REUNIONS. G The class of '69 will have business meet 1T 2 at 174 Lyceum at 12 m. to-day. They .; Il have supper at DoWnes' City Hall din Fl , rooms at 8 o'clock this evening. S S' The class of '64 will meet for their vi9in- - lnia1 meeting at 12 m. to-day at 200 old - apel. A ladies' reception will be held at aI Temple street at o'clock this evening. z: e class rendezvous is at 87 Elm street. ~ S. The class Of '78 is well represented at their % su enniai meeting. The headquarters are at sI sI South college. The class supper will be cl U we'd this evening at Gamma Nu hall in the 10 10 urance building at o'clock. A business h. eting will be held in the Athene4m at 12 or ock. an The triennial reunion of the class of 's1 be celebrated st the Atheneum this even- n F. N. Loomis will preside. Mir. Isaac ". 'mley will make the presentation speech se Mir. Fargo, father of the class boy, will VI VI ze speech of acceptance. 2: he triennial of the class of '81, s. s. S., t .aa be celebrated at Barkentin's this even. ~ ,s = !. soS. = nI;-o. ph.I~s oSCa~a.5a; ms , N. Y.
 THE AWARD OF PRIZES.
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