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THE HARVARD BULLETIN.
Simply from preoccupation, have we
failed to offer hitherto even the formal
courtesy of a welcome to the graduate
journalistic field, to Harvard’s new
paper, the Harvard Bulletin. We have
been reading it constantly, but it has
seemed so much a full-formed, well-de-
veloped paper from the start, that one
easily forgot that it was new. It is an
excellent Harvard newspaper, and has
been conducted with an admirable spirit
towards other universities. The paper
is published for the athletic associa-
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University. It does not, however,
neglect the other news, and all is pre-
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A DEAN’S VIEWS.
In the January Ailantic Monthly Dean
Briggs of Harvard College writes under
the head, “Fathers, Mothers and Fresh-
men, a straight-out article, which every
parent who has a boy in college, or one
to send later, ought to read. It is a
simple treatment, in a most frank
method, of the tremendously important
points in the proper government of
young men in college. He tells some
truths about the relations of fathers to
their sons which need to be told, and
read and re-read. He places a large
share of the troubles and disasters which
come to young men, who take the
wrong course in college, on _ the
shoulders of those who send them to
college,—where it belongs. By a sim-
ple recital of facts in the experience of
college deans, and particularly in his
own experience, he sets forth the indif-
ference and incompetence of parents in
relation to those matters which make
or unmake character. The article hits
hard some accepted beliefs concerning
the inevitables of youthful experience,
giving the other side of the picture in
its true shade. It shuns nothing that
needs to be said, but is dignified, and is
informed by the highest spirit. It is
not pedantic, nor does it read like a
sermon. It is a wholesome statement
of facts and a re-enforcement of old-
fashioned ethics and morals.
It would be a good thing for educa-
tion if all our universities and colleges
lived up.to the spirit and standards
expressed in this article.
EDWARD G. MASON.
[Being the address delivered at_his funeral, Dec, 21,
by his friend, the Rev. Joseph H. Twichell, Yale °59.]
Elsewhere and at another time the
life-story of this beloved man who has
been parted from us, the gifts with
which he .was endowed, the work he
wrought and the services he rendered
in his generation, would ke proper
themes on which to dwell.
and in this place and presence, we can
think only of how we loved him. And
upon that theme, if one speaks for him-
self and out of his own feelings,—as
it is well-nigh impossible not to do,—
he will doubtless speak best for all.
It is more than forty years since first
I met him in his radiant, beautiful
youth,—that never left his face or his
heart,— and from then till now he has
been a constant and a conscious factor
of my life and experience. We have
never lost touch with one another;
our communion has never been sus-
pended, but has beeen intimately main-
tained. For that reason I am here.
And now I am able to say and to
testify, in the light of the memories
thronging upon me, that he always did
me good, and only good. I am better
for knowing him; and for this I am
grateful to him. He was a right-
minded, high-minded, true-hearted boy,
as he has been man. He was ever a
lover of all things most worthy to be
approved and honored. I distinctly re-
call that the first time I saw him after
his classmate Fred. Ogden, whom he
loved as his own soul and whose name
he gave to one of his sons, had laid
down his gallant young life in battle
for his country, he began speaking of
him with an earnest mention of his
singular moral purity. And ever since,
I have marked that his heroes, in
whom he most delighted, were all good
men; and no man was richer in human
admirations, enthusiasms, reverences,
than he.
All gracious generosities and magna-
nimities were at home in his heart.
He was full of loyalties. Indeed, were
I asked to name the trait that was most
characteristic of him, I think I should
say it was loyalty.
But to-day, ©
W HH KLY
How boundlessly loyal he was to that
old college that was our academic
mother! To multitudes of his con-
temporaries he has been known as a
Yale man,—perhaps by eminence the
Yale man of his day. And for that
cause the hearts of thousands of the
sons of Yale scattered all over the
country are with us here to-day; and
they are speaking of him sadly and
fondly.
His loyalty to this city of Chicago
was a like intense sentiment; was alike
confessed and gloried in. I was with
him in Edinburgh at the time the
calamity of the great fire befell, when
his father was your chief magistrate;
and I can never forget how in the very
hours he was harassed with private
solicitudes and apprehensions of the
most distracting nature, the passion of
his civic affection asserted itself. He
mourned for the city of his pride in
her tribulation. He loved Chicago
with a filial love. He had high ambi-
tions, desires, hopes, anxieties for her;
and no one could long be with him
without finding it out.
Of another immeasurable loyalty of
his, in life’s most intimate, sacred re-
lations, though we are all thinking of
it, though we all have known it and
seen it and have, many of us, been per-
mitted from time to time to breathe the
atmosphere of the earthly heaven cre-
ated by it and its mutualities, we may
not speak.
But all loyalties whatsoever are ful-
filled and crowned in one,—that which
is toward God. And that, I am deeply
and joyfully persuaded, was his too.
For my part I have reasons, supplied
by the impressions of forty years, for
believing that the motive he ever
acknowledged to himself the highest,
and sought to obey, was that of duty
Christianly conceived; that his charac-
ter and life stood firm based on the
foundation of moral integrity.
For these things he was lovable, and
for other things, indeed for everything.
All noblest, manliest amiabilities, an
affluence of them, met in him,—incom-
parably, I feel like saying. What did
he lack that could have made us love
him more? We have never known
another quite like him, and we never
shall. The world can never be the
same to us now that he is gone from it.
Is it possible that we are bidding him
farewell? }
Oh, the pathos of life—that we must
needs commit to it so much more than
it can keep for us! “What shadows
we are, and what sh-dows we pursue.”
We feel this not,—we feel it not
deeply—in the morning and Spring-
time of our age; but when as he fares
on, the mortal pilgrim has learned that
to speak that farewell, that seems so
long, is of the experience of life; when
it has come to be that
“The names he loved to hear,
Have been carved for many a year,
On the tomb;”
then he does feel it,—the unutterable
pathos of life.
But we have other thoughts too.
It is in an hour like this that we dis-
cern the values of life; that the reali-
ties of life that are most precious ap-
pear to wus;—its substantial portion.
When old Jacob was about to depart
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out of the world, looking back OV<
the long way he had come, there Wt©
two things that separated themselve"
from all that rose before him in t#4
review. “God Almighty (he said), =
peared unto me at Luz in the lan <<
Canaan, and blessed me.” That wa45
one. And the other:—‘“As for —<
when I came from Paddan, Rache
died by me in the way, * * and
buried her there.” All else of life was
“misty, fading; these two remaine
God and love. So do the thoughts tha
visit us to-day winnow and sift —
contents of experience,—and to t .
Same result. When we count OU
heart’s treasures, chiefest of them at©
the dear memories of God’s goodness,
and the dear memories of love; whic
means much to us. It is the minister
and handmaid of our faith of immort-
tality. se
We believe in immortality, first_O
all because we believe in God. His
Divine Son has taught us to look up to
our Father and say, “Thou wilt mot
leave us in the dust.” But we believe
in immortality too,—and mightily be-
lieve in it,—because we have loved. t
is love in sorrow that responds to the
truth of the gospel of life everlasting-
We cannot feel that the heart of affec-
tion perishes. We cannot but feel that
this life which has passed from
amongst us, so vital with love, has
elsewhere its continuance, elsewhere its
summer and _ blossoming. Robert
Browning, as he neared the close of
his earthly days, said that death was 2
thing he did not believe in. Nor do
we believe in it. We, who have jour-_
neyed through the by-gone years in
the fellowship of the bright spirit now
withdrawn, are grown old. The way
behind us is long; the way before us is
short; the end is not far off to any of
us. But what of that? Can we not
each one say
“So long thy power has blest me, sure
it still
Will lead me on
O’er moor and fen, o’er crag and tor-
rent, till
The night is gone,
And with the morn those angels faces
smile,
Which I have loved long since, and
lost awhile.”
And so good-bye, good-bye, dear
Heart, strong, tender and true; good-
bye; till that morning break and these
shadows flee away.
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Literary.
The Bookman announces, for the com-
ing year, a serial story of the time of
the American Revolution, by Paul
Leicester Ford, author of “The Honor-
able Peter Sterling” and the ‘True
George Washington.” Mr. Ford’s
novel will picture the social life of the
people of the North at the time of the
Revolution. The scene of the opening
chapters is in New Jersey. The author,
so the manuscript announces, has kept
the opening chapters in a quicter mood
so as to pave the way for the rush of
scenes which follows when he leaves
the quiet neighborhood of a New Jersey
hamlet for the “broad highways of the
nation’s history.” This is only one of
the many interesting things promised
for the new year, by the publishers of
the Bookman, Dodd, Mead & Company,
141 5th Avenue, New York City.
EK. R. Herrick & Company of New
York have published two tittle volumes
called “Treasure Bits.” They are selec-
tions, the one from the French of
Hugo and Balzac, and the other from
Carlyle and Thackeray. The editor is
Rose Porter.
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At the meeting of the American Psy-
chological Association held in Scher-
merhorn Hall, Columbia University on
Wednesday, Dec. 29, Dr. Edward
Wheeler Scripture, Instructor in Ex-
perimental Psychology at Yale, read
a paper on “The Methods of Demon-
strating the Physiology and Psychology
of Color.”
Yale Law School.
For circulars and other information apply to
Prof. FRANCIS WAYLAND,
Dean.
