Montgomery County sentinel. [volume] (Rockville, Md.) 1855-1974, 1894-06-29
Andrew Small Academy.

The commencement exercises of the above
institution took place at Jamestown on the
10th instant, with the following programme
which was we'll rendered
Address of Welcome, Upton d. Nourse
Chorus, Swinging Meath the Old Apple
Tree; Home, Harry West; The First Party
Write Griffith; Lochinvar, James Broome
My Best Friend, Mary Tschiffely and Willie
Collins; Bill Smith, Walter Magruder; A
Bunch of Keys, Norman Gassaway; Music,
waltz, II You Love Me Darling, Helen
Nourse; b. b. Enthusiast, Campbell Klein
dienst, Clyde Griffith and Howard DuFief
Speech of Patrick Henry, Robert E. Hodg-
son; Composition on Animals, John Gassa-
way; The Glove and the Lions, Harry
Selby; Legend of st. Freda, Sadie Lewis |;
The Ship of Faith, Thomas Tschiffely !;
Exhibition drill (16 boys and grls,) Star
Spangled Banner)-(Our Flag, Berthe Ward;
Song, duet, Alice Windsor and Matte
Hughes; They Say, Howard Cissel and
Hazel Metzgar; Downfall of Poland, Gar
nett Ward Moving, Mamie Ward; Dent
Crowd, Victor Myers; Who Made the
Speech, Vaudelia Tschifely In the Kitch-
en-, Maude BrOome; Music, Georgetown
Cycle Club, Alice Windsor; Drama, No
Cure, No Pay, seven young ladies, Alice
| =,
Lizzie Tschiffely, Martha Magruder, Berta
Rice, Maude Broome; Essay, Berta Rice /;
Lochiel's Warning, Upton Nourse and Car
roll Waters; North American Indian, Up
ton Leaman; Alone With Jesus, Martha
Magruder; Essay, Alice Windsor; Love,
Murder and Matrimory-almost, Matte
Hughes; May Queen Song, by the school !;
That Boy Tom, Tom Tschitfely, Howard
Griffith, Matte Hughes, Martha Magruder
and Upton Leaman.
AT the conclusion of the programme the
following address was delivered by Mr.. A.
S. Marye:
LatIies and Gentlemen:
am sure there are few in this assemblage
| who cherish more pleasant or more con-
genial associations with this hall than my
SELF AS | recall our reunions of music, of
animated debate and of literary merriment,
| feel iain to fling away this formal ad-
dress, and entreat one more swing at our
accustomed freedom and fun. On the other
| hand it has been so long since have tried
to harness ny dcsultory thoughts to the We
hicle of composition, that the effort itself is
my best testimonial of appreciation of the
| good times many of US have had together
| here.
| A learned, eloquent and devout Bishop,
OF Il diocese not days journey from where
| stand, was accustomed to curtail the some
what dlffuse preliminaries OF his wite's mar
rati yes by the sussinct suggestion: Come
to the point, Elizar' Approaching the APP
positeness of the admonition, ask your in
diligence, ladies and gentlemen, to few
random reflections upon the wisdom of the
second thought the unreliability of the snap
judgment.
In this day ofthe concrete, the ostensible,
the apparent, when the physical philoso-
pher ridicules the old Sphynx by the road
side and places his hand over the plaintive
lips ul Cassandra when the obvious is
alone tolerated; when the immemorial puz-
zles of metaphysics are solved by arithmet-
ic processes, and when we have reduced to
satisfactory formula all things in the heavens
above the earth beneath and the waters I'M
der the earth, IL surely were worth the while
to take occasional pause at least TO assure
ourselves of the nature and reliability OF
our footing and the steadiastness OF our
ground.
Imagine for a moment that magnificent
oak still standing out yonder, the breadth
and girth of whose enormous stump, with
roots reaching deep and wide in the com
pact clay, recall the outlines of the monarch
of the forest. OF what is that gigantic oak
the seeming type? OF strength, of solidity
of massive durability. Burn that tree to
the ground where it stands, and the solid
elements it contained you can gather up in
a basket. Whence have gone the sturdy
trunk, the immense spreading branches p
Back 10 the light and luminous and trans
parent atmosphere whence they were de-
rived. And SO the rough and tough and
gnarled and ponderous giant which laughed
to scorn the blasts of a hundred winters was
after all but the metamorphoss OF the gen
tie air which cools the brow of the sleeping
infant. See yonder freight train, toiling
along with its burden Of coal, great blocks
of which are fed to the painting monster,
which groans beneath its burden, to keep up
its strength Dull, opaque, absorbing every
raw of sunshine that strikes it; dug from
the depths Of the rock ribbed mountain,
where no light of day ever penetrates, who
would dream that this black and ponderous
and insensate bulk was only garnered and
forgotten sunshine Why the simple geoi-
ogic, his story of the lamp-light, by which
| am now reading, transcends the marvels
of the Arabian Nights
More wonderful still Upon piece OF
glass put the thousandth part OF drop OF
noisome and polluted ditch water. Scruti-
nize that mere speck of moisture, through
a powerful microscope, and you will dis
cover a problem for the moral philosopher
YOU will discern the struggle for existence
between uncouth and uncannY animals;
YOU will be able to add another illustration
TO Prof. Darwin's argument Of the survival
of the fittest.
think this mere momentary glimpse at
the outer fringe of the imperial robe with
| which Nature bedecks herself might hint
| caution against too quick an inference, too
| spontaneous summing up, even as 70 the
crude and familiar environments of our daily
| lives
Let US shift our point of view moment:
| Look at the Roman Empire at the beginning
of the Christian era. 1t was no metaphor,
but an astounding definition, TO name her
mistress Of the world. Within the ring
belt of the Mediterranean, then the civil.
lied world, her dominion was compact and
homogeneous. Her outlying tributaries ex-
tended to the Euphrates and the upper
courses of the Nile. From her golden mile
| stone superb pavements radiated Tor hum
dreds of miles Her iron legions could
march in serried mass along an unbroken
and answering thoroughfare 900 miles TO
that fatal sea along whose shores Marx An
tony flung an empire away Tor The oand-
ishments OF Cleopatra. Subject kings, trip-
utary nations, the granary OF the world, the
fee simple of the land and sea. Ali mere
was the golden epoch Here was the thea
tire for deeds and thoughts which should go
sounding down the ages. Was so? Ex-
actiy the miserable opposite She was
mere incarnation of brute force, without an
dnnobling aspiration her poetry II feeble
plagiarism her oratory an artificial rhetoric,
her philosophy an effete eclectcism, her
faith a cherries agnosticism.
Now contrast handful OF her kindred, a
feeble fold, with rude and meagre resources,
whose area was sterile patch beside Rome 8
jllimitable and sumptuous domain. Look
at rugged little Greece Erase her from the
map and you would only have another little
bay along the winding coast. And YET
within their narrow sea-girt and mountain