The Anderson intelligencer. [volume] (Anderson Court House, S.C.) 1860-1914, 1905-01-11

ped buildlng-the mort attractive on
the campus. and make It the centre of
the community. life and spirit.
By these means God can be brought
to the students and the students to
God. N
You remember Mr.. Pages two little
Confederates, how when out foraging
with two little negroes to support their
families, they were once arrested and
commanded to tell where the Con-
federate general was. How the pis-
tol was drawn upon one of them. and
would hit. whether the wound would
bleed, whether they would leave him
out there In the dark all night, and
whether his mother would come and
kiss him. tainted; then came too,
and asked: Am ! shot. How tile fed
eral soldier, reminded of his own little
curly-headed boy ~in far away Della
ware. took him up In his arms: kissed
him and set him free. Then that af-
ternoon they were cut off from home
by the skirmishing battle lines. Feel
ing their way along the hillside, they
heard cry: water! oh some watern'
and found their young Federal Officer
sitting at the root of q tree, shot
through. They took his canteen. ran
down to the creek, filled 1t; one OF them
took off his coat and wet It, and they
ran back, gave him water. and bathed
his face. Rallyfng a moment and
catching the word home from the
frightened remark of one of them about
goingo home, he imagined himself on
the Brandywine, his chrly-headed boy
now. and say your prayers for father"
leading off with: Now lay me down
to sleep which the two little Confed-
crates and their two little negro COM
pantons repeated after him to the end.
And then he said. kiss me goodnight"
they kissed him, ali four. Then he
wandered among the old scenes till
ne passed away. 1t was these little
boys that tenderly carried him in
imagination back home to die.
Let the service of these boys suggest
the spirit of the rejuvenated South
Carolina college, henceforth to be a
real university. Rescued from q peri
ious past she has now to enter upon
the greater mission of new century.
On thousand hillsides In upper Car
DINA. where far away mountains open
up visions Of the Infinite. along the
midland plains, where low murmuring
streams call to deeper musings on the
mysteries of life, beside the sounding
shore where the symphony of the sea
answers back the ceaseless requiem of
the pines, inviting to measureless
reaches of dominion, there will be many
young man-many yourg woman
crying: Water! oh for some water!n
some VIII be dreaming longing, strug-
|
some will be shot through, bleeding
and dying. They will be crying for
help to achieve Misunderstanding for
help In the art of living; for that mas
terry over things, forces and conditions
which Is the souls true wealth-for
that recognition in their integrity and
that their true worth, which is the
birth-right Of us all--for that knows
edge which marks out overwhelming
areas for the souls conquest, and
martials ever new forces for victory;
for that sense Of the beautiful, which
fills the desert wastes Of the world
with sweet birds. sweet prospects and
sweet flowers;" for that balancing Of
the souls elemental-efergies and mas
ter-passions which secures our right
full place in the larger content. Of which
we are a part, crying for immediate
contact with the whole range of reality
which Is the genuine life; for that
pushing out of their apprehensive lin
itations which produces the expanding
life; for that total Inheritance be-
queathed by our Father which gives
Inc fuli lie; for that symmetrical self
command which brings the complete
life; crying for that responsiveness
to the whole environment which is the
abundant life; crying, above all, for
that communion with God which alone
can quiet the, restless spirit, quench the
tide. -
The Palmetto State, old and new.
commissions this university, a veritable
high-priestess; to hear these; crass and
go forth resplendent with < supernal
glorfes and clad in the official robes of
a formal priesthood, but in the plain
garments Of the common people, to
help bring the answers ~ s., ~.
In the name Of thousand precious
memories, we bid her &C: j;
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