Morning journal and courier., 1886-06-29

that an alliance of equal talents but unequal
social conditions is SO abhorred by the same
spendthrifts of talent who squander
valuable hereditary gifts by marrying
of this kind were fewer and philan-
thropy were for the superior rather
than for the inferior the typical center of our
civilization would soon be shifted a notch
higher. All this, however only enhances
the responsibility of the conscientious medi-
business of every rational being in strength
ening and enlarging his own intellect and
character. The temptation will often be to
neglect our capital, which because of its
smallness must win SO small q return of in
terest. 1t is suggestive feature of the par
able that he who had but one talent
was he who neglected to trade. But if con-
stitution, mind, soul, are regarded as a ce-
lestial birthright-all constituted sacred
trust, an entailed estate which ought to be
| passed on uninjured if not improved-if our
| life is so regarded and SO lived, then ours
| will not be the consciousness of life which
has failed in the holy stewardship of it.
SELF" The address to the classmates was
| tender, touching and manly.
The Class Poem.
| The class poem was by Charlton M. Lewis
| of New York, subject "Faith in Human
Life" The closing portion was as follows:
| Classmates and friends when at this parting-time
We feel the sweetness Of the parting n15 pain
Read there the words lips are s9M to SPEAK
| Our minds bewildered at the coming change,
Is there not something in these random Ihoushts'
| For when we DO der what this parting means
| We feel a joy that turns the bitter sweet
| We hear promise of great things to be
| poken by that still voice we know we'll
| Promise of valiant work and sturdy growth,
Promise of lives that shall not be in vain,
Charity, virtue, honor, proud desire;
All these we know win noble names and true
| But there is something more, l know not what,
| That higher principle that dearer grace
Which comes not for the asking, but is found
| Only in that high faith and love divine,
| And many one, hold, but half a man,
| Who hears the decalogue and feels no shame,
Who Knows no sorrow save that awful fear
| fear that greater is than fear of death,
Too small a measure of what men call success.
But here knowledge of some higher end
Gives stronger courage and inspires mgh nope
| And looking forward can see light
| And listening we can hear a distant call,
| And SO we feel a fresher breath OF life,
Glad of the promise. the thirsty grass
Feels in the sudden blast that sweeps the field
And after our sad last farewell is said
And all to each are but memory,
| When heavier burdens weigh us hardly down
| And sterner conflict disillusions us,
And when the doubts and lies that vex us now
Are cleared before the burning light of truth
| And in age the truth itself perhaps
Sometimes seems harder for tired eyes to face
To be as in the olden days we were oo,
| And lighter laden we felt our young limbs free,
| It may be then that pictures of the past
| Will rise before vision like a dream
| And we may look back toward the sunlit shore
| Whence long ago set milk-white sails
So in the radiant joy Of retrospect
| The mists of life will be awhile dispelled,
| AS when wooden slope or level meadow
The heavy autumn sky is overcast
| And earth forgets the joy of heavens smile;
| But nature in token that her wrath
Abides not, let's her genial sun break through
| Awhile, and void and forest laugh to
| The great light leaping up the hills high side.
| Therefore 1 feel that in a truer sense
1 The language of farewells is meaningless;
We say goodbye to faces of our friends,
But carry with us all that made them dear
| And so at risk of seeming to defy
| The sad restraint of customs courtesy,
| Hoping that memory SO may be to us
| An ever-present minister of love,
| shut my lips and will not say farewell