Wheeling register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1878-1935, 1900-06-14

and carry with us pleasant memories Of
all that your friendship has been to us
For some the future may be failure.
sorrow; for others, success, all that van
ity or ambition could desire Let us car
ry from our convent home ono great
lesson impressed upon US, namely that
each has her life work to accomplish and
that courageous self-sacrifice and SIREN
uous effort on our part to accomplish
this, not brilliant success. is worthy of
praise. Even In the limited sphere of
school life, we have found that any sue
cess at the price of duty or conscience
brings neither peace of soul nor happi-
ness.
Let us, as our sweet poet says
Bear through sorrow, wrong and ruth,
In our heart the dew of youth,
On our lips the smile of truth
20 that dew, like balm, shall steal
Into wounds that cannot heal
Even as sleep our eyes doth SEAL"
We have selected for our graduation
motto. Excelsior" not the excelsior of
the poets ambitious youth, who through
vain desire of writing his name above
that of others. scaled the loftiest Alpine
peaks only to be precipitated into the
abyss below. Our Excelsior shall be
daily striving to realize the highest
ideal. both spiritual and intellectual.
This has been the spirit of our convent
training, and we have seen 1t embodied
in the daily life of those who have guild
ed our childhood and our youth; to ex-
emplify this teaching in our new sphere
of duty and to inspire others with the
same high ideal should be our lifes aim.
ziy hot into
the vast realm of knowledge around US,
and holding aloft our banner. Excel
sior," we take our places to-day in the
ranks of womanhood, not to fritter our
life away in vanity, pride and folly, but
to show forth in our daily actions truth,
virtue and honor, all resting on the SOL
i'd foundation of duty which is its own
reward
stern Lawgiver. yet dost wear
The Godhead's most benignant grace;
Nor know we anything so fair
AS is the smile upon Thy face;
Flowers laugh before Thee on their beds;
And fragrance in Thy footing treads;
Thou dost preserve the stars from wrong,
And the most ancient heavens, through
Thee, are fresh and strong.
1he pupils then rendered with spirit
the familiar Gypsy Chorus" from
bohemian Girl" and the long pro-
gramme was fairly launched, and no
better rendition was ever given at the
Mount. Every one taking part met
every expectation, and the high stand
ard of the school was not only main
tanned but measurably advanced.
Worthy of especial mention were the
violin solo by Miss Aimee Quinn, of
Sandusky, Miss Frances Montague, OF
Wheeling, accompanist, and the vocal
solo, Non ii scordar di me- Won
Suppe, by Miss Rose O'Brien, of Pitts
burg, one of the graduates. These
numbers were exquisitely given, and
showed talent, careful training and
hard and conscientious work. Other
musical features of extraordinary inter-
est were the vocal solos by Misses Paul
inc and Nellie Cutler. The first was "Oh
Duel Giorno, from "Semiramide, and
the second the recitive and aria, Dove
Sono,' from The Marriage of Figaro"
The Misses Cutler, who are teachers at
the Mount, are possessors OF fine So
prano voices, under perfect control, and
their efforts of yesterday demonstrated
marked vocal abilities.
But these individual mentions only
particularize a few points in a pro-
rendition of which every one partici-
pating is entitled to the greatest praise.
To name each pupil and describe her
success would only be to repeat de-
served enconiums. An exception
should be made, however, in the vale
dictory by Miss Rose OBrien, of Pitts
burg. 1t took the form of poem, and
her ideas were very happily wrought
f,,1 In in o.
will show:
The VaIedictOry.
Through the spiral wreaths of mist,
From deeps of twilight gray,
The dawn of gold and amethyst
Heralds the coming day.
On the mountains crimson crest,
And in the smiling wales,
The meadow lark, with speckled breast,
The rosy morning halls.
All flowers in field and fen, unclose
Their dropping, tear dimmed eyes;
The lily, violet and rose
Look up in shy surprise.
The day-god with his radiant light
Kisses the dew drops frail,
And it seems as tho some fairy sprite
Scattered diamonds DER the dale.
AS the blushing dawn thro' the shadow
peers
And foretells the coming day,
So youth, with its careless, fieeting years,
Holds the dim futures hopes and fears,
Made bright by a passing ray
Calm as the fairest summer sky.
Are childhood merry hours
AS under the grand old trees we lie
And heed not the moments gliding by
Nor the cloud that DER us lowers.
But when the sunny June has flown,
Then autumn days must come;
The dead leaves o err the fields are blown,
The wind signs low with many a moan,
And birdlings leave their home.
So when youths first joys depart,
From Memory's haunted hall,
There comes a whisper to our heart
And thoughts. like lightning. swiftly dart
To where dim shadows rise and call
Shadows of the by-gone days, of school
mates tried and true.
You bring a message from the past OF
heartsease and of rue.
Dear Alma Mater. home of love, our
thoughts revert to thee.
And oft in dreams and visions fair, we
gaze and dimly see
Where the forest trees are standing in
their old majestic pride.
And birds of brilliant plumage IN their
leafy branches hide;
The meadows fresh and smiling in their
robes of verdant green.
And the laughing little streamlet that
flows the hills between.
We scent the hawthorn's perfume, and
the lilac bending low:
On the lawn and by the hedges, the
blushing roses glow.
We watch the trailing ivy falling 'rouid
the convent walls.
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