Barringer High School - Athenaeum Yearbook (Newark, NJ)

Text from Pages 1 - 62 of the 1880 volume:

NEWARK PUBLIC HIGH SCHOOL, JANUARY 1, 1870. + Vf'.i No. f,. STORM THOUGHTS. •• itonlaai Rttitte. Aifatiut my window, the rain to-night 1 pattering, thick and faat: And the tree without moan weird and wild. In every freshening blaat. The wind increase, the etorm grow wild. And ahriek thro laboring tree� : While the deep’ninf roar from tho far aeo-ahore, 8peak the wrath of the angry ace . And here, in my warm and cheerful room, I I i� ten to � torm and rain ; And think of thone, who on hclplco wreck Are toeaed on the fearful main. I � cem to cc a� the lightning� fla� h, The wreck ’mid the dying � pruy ; And the hla� t in the tree aeem to echo a elirick, A� each binding m � t give� way. I � ee her ecudding before tho wind, No helm her cour� o to guido; I hear the cra� h, aa upon a rock. She part� 'mid the angry tide. Another flaah, and no ahip appear� ; No wreck among tho wave ; But a bubbling eddy for a moment mark� . The place of a hundred grave� . Ah! many a child «ill cal) iu vain, And many a parent rave, For one� thoy loved, that deop in the aca. Now alecp in a coral cave. The wife will watch and pray in vain For the form aha will never aee: And her aad, � a l heart will tell her thin, Aa ahe ki� � e her child at her knee. The mother will mingle the name in her prayer . Of the � on ahe will never aeo: And dream, what ahe dared not think by day. That her boy waa drowned at aea. But these are thought , too dark and aad. Yea. darker than need to be; Por God, who ia God of the flowery land. I� God of the flowcrlc� � ae . BISMARCK'S ECCLESIASTICAL POLICY. PRIZE ORATION OF THE CLASS OF 75. UT J. PAUL HKYSOI.DS. A hundred years ago the spirit of inde- pendence and of nationality flrst stirred in the hearts of the American people. Then it was that thirteen heroic colonies, weak in aterial resources but strong in the conscious- •ss of right, appealed to the God of Battles r an idea and a principle. Then it was at in a conflict with the strongest military d naval power of the age, they triumphant- asserted the justice of the one and vindi- cated the truth of the other. Ten years ago a mourning nation was told that her heroes had not fallen in vain, but that on the field at Appomattox that other idea, the idea of the inviolability of hnman rights, and that other principle, the principle of unity and integrity of the State, were recognized and established forever. To-dsy there is another conflict for an idea, and a principle, a con- flict not yet, thank Heaven, made vivid by the horrors of war, but nevertheless a conflict whose issue is as vital to America and Ameri- can institutions as was that whose success made us a nation, or that other whose result assured our existence and gave it perpetuity. What ia this idea, this principle? Where the scene of conflict? The nation is in apparent harmony. No sounds or scenes of discord disturb our peaceful shore . No word of hostile demonstration flashes over our cables. But way down upon the south- ern slope of Europe, upon the historic banks of the Tilwr, where the crumbling monu- ments of Roman greatness mourn the depart- ed glory of the eternal city, and frown upon the degeneracy of a noble race, a voice, terri- ble in its historic associations, speaks to Christendom, denouncing in tones familiar to them only, of m disral despotism, denounc- j ing the “ audacity ” of modem, thought, of modern civilization, of modern liberty, demanding universal obedience, and de- claring all temporal authority subject to I the spiritual power. The idea of civil : allegiance, the principle of the suprem- acy of the State, this k the idea and this the principle that is availed, assailed by a power whose potent influence has made mem- orable twelve centuries of European history under that terribly significant title “The Dark Ages. But where is the scene of this conflict ? Prussia, long insulted and oppressed, emerg- ing from her vale of humiliation, fired with the spirit of her heroes, resolved to emulate the days of the great Frederick. She demanded a leader; a leader who would point her to the realization of her ambition —one great, united, Germanic nation. In Bismarck -Soldier,Statcsmsn, Philosopher she found one; snd from Dupe! to Konig- I gratz, from Koniggratz to Sedan, from Sedan to Paris, swiftly one after the other he swept away the obstacle to nationality, and forty million people of one country, one language, one destiny, became one great, free and happy nation. But sixteen of these forty millions owed a spiritual allegiance to the Church of Rome, the church in whose history the idea of religion is lost in that of an usurping political policy. The Church, in which to- day, in the language of a great English Statesman, “ Individual Servitude, however abject, will not satisfy the dominant party, the State must also be a slave.” Here then is the scene of this conflict of nationality and • Paparchy,” of society and intolerance. The antagonistic forces had met in the Ger- man Empire. Collision was inevitable. Rome had not changed since the days that witness- ed a German Emperor, smocked and barefoot in the snow, imploring absolution of a piti- less Hildebrand. She demanded submission; would accept no less. “ But, -said Bismarck, significantly. “ we are not going to Canoraa, either bodily or spiritually.” It would be long l cfore Pins IX. would play the Hilde- brand to the Emperor Frederick William. It was not a defiance to provoke Papal antago- nism. Uitramontanism was already an or- ganized political power, with principles of avowed hostility to German unity long before it was consummated at Versailles, and the new Empire st once liccame the mark of Its hatred, bitter, intense, powerful. Bismarck was not the aggressor. But in assailing the sovereignty of the Empire they touched the apple of his eye. Was be to accept defeat in the very hour of victory? Were German unity, independence, sover- eignity, the dream of her poets, the aspiration of her patriots, the vague longing of her people, to be thus rudely annihilated at the very moment of their realization ? Were tho interests of civil society and government everywhere to be surrendered without a struggle? No,' said Bismarck, and 4 no ’ was re-echoed by the German people, and by the voice of all nations. The State would never surrender, when surrender meant to vacate sovereignty. And so when Seminaries sup ported by the Stato were found to he nurse- ries of treason, controlled by ultramontane from Italy and devoted to the denationalize lion of clergy, loyalty to the State, and a good education were by law made prelimi- nary qualifications of the clergy. It was forbidden to employ church discipline for political ends, or for the injury of any one in person, property or liberty. It was declared that any person should be privileged to with- • draw from the church without sustaining censure or damage. Nothing restricting liberty of faith, of worship, or of conscience. 2 Nothing touchiug uniformity of belief, or affecting the internal spiritual discipline of churches. Nothing can be found in these laws savoring of tyranny over men's liberties of conscience. Yet were they denounced, defied and disobeyed. The Emperor himself complains that “leading Catholic priests have, unfortunately, not only joiued in the movement, but joined in it to the extent of open revolt against existing laws.” Bismarck enforced the laws, enforced them by penalties of fine, imprisonment and for- feiture of oflice. He expelled all Jesuits from Prussian territory, and suppressed all factious organizations of the Church. “ Monstrous! ” cried the Ultramontane . “ This is political proscription, this is perse- cution.” Political proscription it may be, but can society afford to parley with theorists about the amount of consideration due its enemies, when Law, Government, and social order are threatened T At such times action prompt, vigorous, effectual, must meet the emergency or all is lost. And is it persecu- tion t If indeed there be any persecution it is hardly in a style to recall the terrible solemnities of “ The Holy Inquisition.’’ But political proscription and persecution there U none, for laws precisely similar to those which in Prussia have invoked the thunders of ecclesiastical denunciation, laws such as have there been met by bitter defiance, and by systematic disol cdicnco, just such laws a« these have long existed in Oldenburg and other German States, not only with his knowledge and recognition, but by actual compact with the Pope. Could these laws, “ if against God and the Church” in one part of Germany, lie less so in another ? Was Borne indeed reduced to this extremity for a pretext to assail German Nationality. But religion, wo admit, is no proper sub- ject for legislation, nor is political proscrip- tion and persecution a just exercise of the prerogatives of government; but to combat foreign usurpation and domestic treason is such, and it has ! cen only to the resistance of the one and the suppression of the other that Bismarck’s Ecclesiastical Policy has ever been directed. But why are we called upon to sympathize with Germany, a great and successful military power, in her internal conflicts ? Because the question is not whether Germany be great or small, strong or weak, but whether she is just and right; and no man, no nation, how- ever powerful, can afford to go agAinst the morel judgment of mankind or to ignore in great questions the calm verdict of history. But this is not all. Our own interests in this conflict, individual and national, are identical with the interest of Germany. Bismarck's antagonist is also our enemy. Rome has not declared war against German independence and civilization alone, but against society and civil authority everywhere. It is “ The Holy Roman Empire ” seeking universal su- premacy, ready in France to ally itself with HIGH SCHOOL ANNUAL. Legitimists and Imperials, in Germany with social Democrats and Polish Revolutionists, | in Spain to bless the Carlist banditti, in the i United States to work by free schools or agaiuat them, and in every land, whether through the laws, behind the laws, under the laws, or over the laws, to seize its own oppor- 1 tunity. It is a foreign tyrant saying to our sister Republic : “ We do censure, condemn I and declare utterly null and void ” laws en- i acted by the Government of that Republic, laws providing for free education, for the j freedom of the press, and for freedom of worship. It is a Roman despotism, insolent- ly parading its pretensions before our eyes, creating its minions of American citizens and upon American soil. Seeking iu every way, | by fair means or foul, to control, subvert, or abolish our splendid system of free education, j this is the form that we recognize and abhor. I O may it ever be as justly said that when the liberties of man, or the independence and sovereignty of States, or the sacred princi- pies of justice, or the glorious institution of j civilization were in peril, that then America | was in sympathy with Right and Truth, for now, as when twenty-three hundred years ago it was written near the willow-fringed ; rivers of Babylon, “ As for truth, it cndurctli | and is always strong. It liveth and con- I quereth forevermore.” The Republic of New Grenada. A DICKENS PARTY. BY JULIA MKItkY. It is Mr. and Mrs. Boffin’s Golden Wed- ding day. Perhapsyondon’tallknowMr. and Mrs. Boffin. In such a case you must imme- diately make their acqnaintancc. No one who has once seen Mrs. Boffin’s broad, cheery face can help feeling anxious to know more of her. In short, Mr. and Mrs. Boffin arc the kindliest, cheeriest, most sympathizing, un learned people you can find by scouring great I.ondon for-a-’day. It was the desire of Mrs. Boffin and her l eloved “Noddy” to celebrate this auspi- cious day by inviting all their friends, rich and poor, in Dickens’ world ; and according- ly on this day we find this plan has been carried out, for the parlors are full of people of every kind and degree. A young girl with dark curly hair, bright expressive eyes, and a generally coquettish, graceful air, easily recognized as the “ lovely woman,” Bella Wilfcr, is talking to her father, R. Wilfcr, a meek, chubby little man, looking very much like a cherub grown old. Bella is petting her father and talking to him in her earnest, confiding way. “ Hold! I cannot allow such levity.” Whose voice can that be but Mrs. Wilfcr's? And there she is, her Imnds encased in gloves, and handkerchief over her head, glancing in her most freezing manner on that original young man, Sam Weller, Esq. He refusing to be put down, continues the rccountal of his ad- ventures since he “ was first pitched neck and crop into the world to play at leap frog with its troubles,” interspersing the same with many of his original anecdotes. Mrs. Wil- fcr, being at last propitiated, relaxes into a grim smile, and edifies him with reminiscences of her early life. But who is that smiling, benignant, jolly- looking old gentleman? Is it?—yes, it is Scrooge. But what an agreeable change! Scrooge, who used to � c a terror to all children, is now leaning over a wee, p'uTo.Tbj� - cheerful little face, looking up in his and smiling very contentedly. Well, we are glad to sec old friends changed, when it is for the better, and henceforth will give ghosts some credit, since Marlcy’s ghost certainly benefit- ted Scrooge, and opened his heart to Tiny Tim. Mark Tapluy, searching for a fit subjecton which to expend bis cheerfulness, discovers that “ lone, lorn creature,” Mrs. Gummidge. No one, after seeing her thin, dreary face and unconcealed forlornity, could deny him credit for being cheerful with her. He succeeds in imparting some of bis superfluous good na- ture to her, for her spirits, before at freezing point, rise with astonishing rapidity. Mrs. Jellyby, a pretty, plump woman of about forty, with handsome eyes that seem to look a great way off, is talking in n very learned manner about Africa. Her extensive correspondence of about five htindrcd Todcrs j| daily, shows great devotion to that country, especially to the Borrioboola-Ghans. ncr principal hearer is a well-preserved elderly gentleman with a delicate, refined face, and an easy negligence of dress and manner. Ho asks questions in an artless, childish manner but then, he is only a child, he says. He has no worldly wisdom. His wants arc simple. Then why can’t men lot Harold Skimpole live without demanding what he docs not have—money. The mystic message “ Barkis was willin’,” causes a large, good natured woman, with a a face very like a hard red apple, to laugh and blush most unaccountably, sending Peg- gotty’s buttons in a perfect shower to all parts of the room. Of course Mr. Pickwick is there, and never was there so benevolent a smile or benignant a look as that which illuminates the face of the great Pickwick. Mr. Micawber, tired of waiting for some- thing to turn up, has decided that his talent for talking can be best employed in exhibiting Mrs. Jarley’s Wax works, and accordingly he is about concluding a bar- gain with Mrs. Jarley, with prospects of bringing up the young Micawbers in tba promising field. | A young man with a large mouth stretchc to its utmost limits in a good-natured grit and with a peculiar faculty for showing h buttons, of which he has an incredible nun her, U standing lost in admiration. The object of Sloppy’s glance is a lame girl with long, wavy golden hair—JenDy Wren, the Doll’s Dressmaker— who is energetically tell- ing Dick Sniveller she knows his tricks and his manners, while the Marchioness stands by in gaping admiration at any one with so much spirit and independence. Mr. Jarndyco is talking genially to every one, saying iu a positive tone that the wind is south, not cast. Mr. and Mrs. Boffin are bustling around, meanwhile, making every- one, if possible, more at home than ever. The cricket chirps away right merrily on the hearth, seeming excited by the company, and if its rival—the kettle—were here, it must surely acknowledge itself defeated, for the music that pours forth from its melodious throat defies all restraint from size. In due time supper is announced, and the bounteous supplies justly feel flattered by the ample justice dono them. Toasts without number are drank and acknowledged. En- joyment is at its height, when poor little Johnny comes in, drawn completely one- sided by the immense lwiby, looking much larger than he. The breathless Johnny is relieved of his load and heartly enjoys his supper, while the precious baby is entrusted to Tilly Slow boys, who with the best inten- tions brings its bead into immediate contact with every solid near at hand. Of course there must be a dance, but that is only for the young folks. So those who can call no longer themselves young, look on re- signedly, till inspired by the example of Mr. Boffin, who triumphantly leads his “old lady on the floor, all join in and whisk about with great spirit. How they dance ! Even Tilly Slowboys and the baby take part, which gives Tilly an excellent opportunity for testing the quality of baby’s skull Then, after wishing Mr. and Mrs. Boffin many happy returns of the day, they part with mutual good-will and enjoyment, leaving the cricket alone in his glory. After a few drowsy chirps he subsides, justly feeling that never b's a cricket so distinguished itself before, and that it is a day to occur but once in a cricket's life. When men arc hastening with wild hope in pursuit of their selfish desires, their ears are deaf to thousands of soft voices which greet them with resistless power, when once disappointment, danger and despair have compelled them to retrace their steps. Fi.okknok N. Gregg. Tiik State Board of Education in connec- tion with the State Superintendent, has beeu mindful of the coming exhibition at Phila- delphia, and proposes to send photographs of every public school iu the State, with specimens of work done by pupils of each class. We hope that our school will lie well represented. HIGH SCHOOL ANNUAL. REMEMBRANCES. nr ALICE B. rOISIEK. Her thought were drifting bnek ward To tho halcyon day of yore, When a merry child she used to be, Playing at mother’ door. To the little brook and the meadow, And tho old mOM-grown mill, Whoso wheel w« always running, Hut now is silent and still. To tho ramble in the forest, With “ Carlo ” at her aide; And the pleasant talk with mother In tho shadowy eventide. Alas, they all have left her, SAt sleep in tile silent tomb, And tho dear old home on tho hillside Is all a vanished dream. The memories that keep thronging Of those happy days long gone, Scent to mock her now a she sits With her grief and care atone. But one bright thought is cheering her t’i on her lonesome way— The thought of tho Heavenly greeting On somo golden future day. When in that peaceful abode, Where the loving angels aro blest, Wc shall meet to part no more In tho land of eternal rest. BLANK VERSE. IIY EMMA DUNNING. One lieantiful morning in Decemlier, n young girl might have been seen hurrying along the main street of one of our suburban villages, leading her younger sister by the hand. They had started out to buy Christ- mas presents. The sun shone-pleasantly and the crisp snow cracked sharply beneath their ! feet. They were very happy, and the elder thought “how pleasant this is, gliding in nnd out, seeing the pretty things and buying those that you wish to have, it is just real life poetry.'’ And the younger, thinking of i he story that her mama had told her, won- dered “if the beautiful Christ-child would’nt like a present on Christmas morn ing, and wished she could find one good cuough for Him. The long looked for Christmas morning came, but there were no happy greetings 'or little gifts exchanged. The little girl had been ill; all night the anxious mother and sister had watched ; and now tho “Christ-child” had taken His gift to Himself. All was gloom and sadness, lor the life of the house was gone, and the lonely sister looked wearily out of the win- dow aud thought of the day, only two weeks since, when everything seemed so bright and beautiful, when she had thought that life was poetry. Now,she had no little sis- , ter, anil every thing was dark and gloomy; all ] 8 the poetry seemed suddenly to have gone out of her life, and looking forward to the future years, nothing remained but cold bard prose. Yet the poetry was there all the same ; and in the later years she recognized it, and saw that it was just this sad change that she had needed to make her life better. And so frequently when life looks least inviting, it contains the most poetry, although it may take long years to find it out; even ns in blauk verse, we must read the long lines through to the end before wc can under- stand the poetry, and know that it is really verse. Life is poetry, but poetry is not limited to the consonance of sounds, and life is as varied as verse. Wc naturally think of poetry as insepar- rably connected with rhyme, but with very little search we find the verse without a rhyme, blank verse— long weary lines, just doled out in a measure, and every one begin- ing with a capital letter, just to make you catch your breath and think you’re going to ! cgin again.” But it is in this measure that the hero stories are told. Would’nt it be splendid if wc all were heroic and our lives were epics! Wc may enjoy a life of gaiety; with no aim but pleasure, a smooth and easy flow of events may seem to us perfect harmony, but with deeds done jnst to .make the rhyme and rhythm, life filled with selfish purposes gradually becomes narrower and narrower; for by too much sunlight the vision is con- • traded. When trials and disappointments come, former gaiety having unfitted us for sorrow, wc ure at first weighed down with trouble ; but looking about us and seeing others bear- ing greater burdens bravely, we feel ashamed and put away our own petty grief. Wc can then sympathize with the suffering, and can help the “ heavy laden,” and thus our trials may diffuse the starlight that enlarges the vision and enables it to take in influite space. Our lives arc then adapted to higher and more perfect things; we are not looking out so much for the pleasure, the mere rhyming, but more for the real good; and so life becomes elevated, miyestic and even sublime; then indeed it is poetry. Wc all like hero stories written in blank verse, the denouement is always so grand, and we follow eagerly to sec what the heroes do in the end. But what if they are “all killed off? ” Then they do really begin again, and the hero story is indeed finish- ed. If wc wish our lives to be epics, we have one grand hero story which wc may read and try to make our stoiy resemble; but in order to reach perfection, we must not skip a single line of our model, but study it diligently and carefully, and when we come to the end of life, the Great Hero will say of our work as of his own—“ It is finished.” 4 HIGH SCHOOL A X X CAL. HfiGH School J nniwl EDITORS: Cyrc E. V. Pool., Minmb L. Lyon, Chari.es P. Hewitt, Auieda M. Oi.ds. NEWARK. N. J., JANUARY !. 1870. EDITORIAL. Tl« Ibe mtulc of ijUdne , the voice of the Horn, That bid o« rejoice when a Now Year U bom.” The New Year, bright atul joyous, stands waiting a welcome, and wc greet it gladly in this our offering, where are linked mem- ories of the Old Year with hope for the Now. The coming of the New Year crowds thoughts thick and fast upon us, of those who imperilled their lives and fortunes for our freedom, and whose brave deeds the na- tion is about to commemorate. The year that ushers in the Centennial of our nntion, also brings our High School to a higher plane of action. It has now passed its twenty-first year, and may truly be said to be of ngc. If wc may judge ofits future work by its past, wc predict for it a brilliant ca- reer, and a time when wc shall look upon our Alma Mater with feelings of pride. Time everywhere leaves its changes, and our school has not been free from them. Mr. E. F. Smith having resigned in the summer, Mr. C. L. Woodruff, of the Penn. State Normal School, was appointed by the Board of Edu- cation to fill his place. Early last spring the ranks of our female teachers were invaded, and Miss Minnie B. Churchill, of the E. C. Class, was triumphantly borne away as the bride of the Rev. I). Do wolf, of Bristol, Conn. Miss Laura P. Hill, of the D. Class, was promoted to fill the vacancy. Miss Ella G. Brown, a graduate of the High and Nor- mal Schools, was appointed to the charge of the N. D. Class. Miss Itcmick, of the B. and Mias Bosworth, of C Class, arc absent on ac- count of illness, and Miss Marie A. Marcher, a graduate of Vassar College, has charge of the B. Class, and Mrs. Ellen II. Sanborn, a graduate of Northampton Literary Institute, of the E. C. Class. Oar school is in a flourishing condition as regards the pupils, although in tho male de- partment the scholars are so crowded, and the D. Classes arc so large as to justify the appointment of an additional teacher, and the enlargement of the building. Wc trust our Hoard will see to the matter as soon as possible. List year the Board of Education deter- mined, on account of the crowded condition of the School, to raise the per cent, required for admission into the school, from 1G| to 70 per cent., and thus keep the lower rank of scholars in the Grammar Schools another year. But the scholars aware of the fact put forth all of their energies, and the result is that the I). Classes this year arc larger than ever. During the past year but few changes have been made in our High School build- ing, but the most important alteration has been in the young ladies’ department. The former dressing room has been transformed into a handsome reception room, having been carpeted ami furnished in a manner that docs no little credit to our Board of Educa- tion. We hope the same good taste may be exercise I when our long-needed new High School makes its apiKurancc. The young ladies' court has been made considerably smaller by the dressing room which has been placed there. The young gentlemen of the A. Class have been removed from the room occupied by the A. Class of former years, to one of the recita- tion rooms in the rear of the building. The removal was met with some opposition at first, but as the room overlooks the young ladies’ play ground, tho gentlemen have quietly submitted to their fate. Now as the flight of the Old Year brings the dawn of the New, let us with thoughts and aims higher and better, enter with joy upon the Happy Now Year. As wc reluct- antly clo8o the door u| on the Old Year, let us not think of it as dead,— For the year never die, for the It-Mone they give In tbc heart of humanity cltuter and live. OUR SOCIETIES. THE UONTAOU. The Montagu Society is in a very flourish- ing condition. The meml crship, composed of the young ladies of the A and B. Clashes, is larger than it has lxsen at any previous time of its existence. Several important additions have been made to the library of the Society during the past year, among which, a complete set of Little Classics, Miss Alcott’s works, and the Bric-A-Brac series, are the most conspicuous. The leading magazines and papers of the day—Harper's Magazine, Scribner’s Montbly, Atlantic Monthly, Appleton’s Journal, In- dependent, and Semi-Weekly Tribune,—are found upon the reading table of the Society. By means of these and the admirably chosen library, the members of the Society are enabled to make themselves acquainted with everything of importance that trans- pires in the department of art, and in the political, scientific and literary worlds. At the last public meeting of the Society, the room, which was tastefully decorated, was filled to its utmost capacity, and the meeting was in every respect a decided suc- cess. larger than it has ever been since its first or- ganization. The objects of this Society are the improve- ment of its members in debating and in other departments of literary work, and to give them a knowledge of parliamentary rules and of self-government. Lost year the plan was adopted of allow- ing the young gentlemen to elect their own presiding officer, instead of having the Prin- cipal preside at their meetings, as was formerly the custom. This plan, which re- lieves the Principal of much society work, has proved a complete [success, as the men� - here, feeling tho increased responsibility which rests upon them, are becoming more and more interested in the Society’s welfare. This Society is fully accomplishing tho ob- jects for which it was organized, and wc wish it a long and happy continuance. THE NATI7RAI. HISTORY SOCIETY. The Natural History Society connected with the High School, in addition to the regular monthly meetings, has held several evening sessions during the year, at which, subjects of general scientific interest have been discussed. The Society holds in trust the fine cabinet of minerals belonging to the New Jersey Natural History Society, which, with the collection in Natural History belonging to the Society connected with tho School, forms a collection of the greatest help to the School, particularly to those pursuing the Scientific Course. Friends of the Society having articles of value—mineral or otherwise—could place them nowhere where they would do so much good as in our collection, their permanency would be that of the High School itself. The Society is under great obligation to J. Ball inch and Son, J. Hagar, Esq., and to Geo. J. Hochnle, of this city, for valuable additions to tbe cabinet ITEMS OF INTEREST. Any that have visited our Chapel during the past year could not have failed to notice the two fine steel engravings, after Landseer, which adorn the walls. The editors of last year's Annual, out of the generosity of their hearts and pity for the blank, expressionless walls, presented these engravings to the school, for which we earnestly thank them. The decline of the year is marked by the . death of many prominent men. Vice-Presi- dent Wilson died in November, thus adding another name to the long list of Vice-Presi- dents who have already diet!; by bis death only two Ex-Vice-President8 remain living— Colfax and Hamlin. THE nESPERIAN. This Society, which is composed of male members of the A. and B. Classes, was prob- ably never in so prosperous a condition as now. Tho membership roll is fully as largo as, ami at the beginning of the year wiw The class of ’76 is larger than any previ- ous graduating class. Its members, through- out the entire course, have been character- ized by the same independence and freedom of action, which distinguished our fore-fath- ers. They aie worthy the name of '76. III G H SC II OOL A N X U A L. GRAVITATION. PRIZE ESSAY, CLASS OF 75. BY MARY RVA GRAVES. Many thousand year� ago, while Ignorance was still holding her sceptre, and before Philosophy had started on her long and illustrious career, men were familiar with two sets of simple and invariable phenom- ena -the fall of heavy lMxlies set free above the earth’s surface; and the pressure of such bodies on it surface or on any support. But man’s knowledge was limited to effects. He failed to comprehend the grand socret which uature was everywhere endeav- oring to reveal. He had not as yet entered her inner chamtar and beheld her perfect mechanism. Gravitation, the great agent to which the Divine Architect entrusted the harmony and the stability of the universe, remained in obscurity. Nor did it receive of man duo recognition, until ' Philosophy, soaring to her proudest heights, caught up the soul of Sir Isaac Newton,’ and to him nature dis- clos :d her master-wheel. The force of gravitation is mighty; it is stupendous; it is universal. Its power is confined neither to terrestrial bodies nor to bodies celestial. Every atom of matter in the universe, from the tiniest mote dancing in the sunbeam, to tho largest centre of the largest system, yields it perfect oljcdicncc. | Gravitation chains all earthly bodies to their mother earth ; makes the rain descend upon nature's tired and dusty head; causes the river to pursue its onward course to the rolling sea; and restrains the wild and tempestuous ocean within its appointed bounds. Such arc a few illustrations of the obedi- ence of matter to this wonderful force. In like mnnncr there exist in the world of mind, a silent and unseen force, by which men arc universally influenced. Upon it, all progress in the social, intellectual, political aud moral worlds is directly based, and by it the entire world of mind is bound together. And what i� this force but gravitation ? There are in man’� nature the germs of much that is great, much that is good, aud much that i� truly sublime, for tho develop- ment of which he is not only provided with the great book of nature; but this powerful attractive force awakens within him a love for the peraual of its pages —the solving of its mysteries. Social gravitation, or the attraction which underlies and holds society together, is un- limited in it |)ower. There are numberless 1 Kinds of union, and sources of sympathy, which attract and bind man to man, and nation to nation. When God fifct called matter into exist- ence, even the countless atoms spread throughout space, feeling that “it was not good to l e alone,” sought companionship. In the intellectual world we find that through all ages, it was this, which far back in the misty realms of time, first induced man to attempt to solve the mysteries with which his life was densely enshrouded. It was through its influence that the 1 great world went spinning through the ringing grooves of change.’ Nature generously revealed her secrets one by one to her la) oring sons; the march of intellect continued, and with waving banners it still advances. Men arc created with different tastes and aptitudes; so that their combined labor may bring to light tho lost member of Truth, whom Milton, in his sublime figure, represent as having been hewn into pieces and scattered throughout the universe. As in the immensity of space there arc countless systems which arc upheld, illumin- ed and energized by their respective central bodies, so in the world of mind there are num- l rlets objects and pursuits which constitute t he centres of attraction for man, about each of which is gathered a band of admirers and workers. These toilers, bound together by a common sympathy, upheld by the attrac- tion exerted upon them by their common centre of aspiration, find their minds illu- mined and energized by the glorious light of truth. Life’s great army of truth-seekers seem to diverge widely in their sympathies and work. Somo go down into the bowels of the earth, others into the depths of the ocean. Some walk among the flowery fields and others explore the star-bedecked heav- ens. Yet truth is tho common centre to which all are attracted. They arc merely being drawn thither through different paths, which finally terminate in Him who said “ I am the truth.” We see here and there along the track of history, a gfcat and brilliant mind, standing forth in striking contrast to the mosees about it, like a lofty mountain towering above the surrounding hills and valleys. Such were Phidias, Homer, Newton and Shakespeare, and these arc the minds which attract the multitudes and lead them step by step into the shady recesses of thought “which give the soul sweet sense of large room.” Man is irresistibly attracted by the peerless l cauty of nature. He cannot resist her flowers, and birds, and dancing brooks, her winding vales, and verdant plains. He gazes with rapture upon her rolling seas and ever- lasting hills, for his soul “looks through nature, up to nature's God. Upon this same force of gravitation de- pends tho strength of tho political world. Every form of government has its peculiar centre of interest, and of motive, to which the national mind is drawn. In our happy democracy, the idea of individual liberty is a common centre which radiates peace and prosperity. Unity of language forms another centre of incalculable importance. Wherever this exists there must be a national strength and solidity. Diversity of language occasions national weakness. In the moral world this same attracting force is absolutely essential. The Prince of Peace said unto man, “ And I, if I be lifted up from earth, will draw all men unto me, and here we have a centre embodying the most superlative lovelincss,uncqualcd majesty and unfathomable wisdom, which attracts the spiritual man, tending to bring him to the perfection of moral culture. Terrestrial forces chain man to the earth, but when the “Angel Death shall have set tho pure spirit free from its prison of clay, then will it be drawn to the Almighty Centre. The progress in love, and truth, and purity, l egun below, shall never cease, and all mysteries shall glow with supernal light. Throughout the endless cycles of Eternity, Heaven’s fair inhabitants like glorious stars shall revolve about the Sun of Righteous- ness in the most sublime harmony. One song, one force, and one centre forever. A STRAY THOUGHT. IDA r. KINSEY. The light grows dimmer and throws a grey mantle over the silent woods and hills that stand like sentinels around the crumbling ruins of a palace; and as I look on the pic- ture, it reminds me of the human life. The ruined palace seems a being made grand and beautiful by the will of God; and the life that moved within its walls, I liken to the heart, beating with alternate joy and grief. The deeds that have becu done within, are like the passions of that heart, going up be- fore our Maker to be judged. Good and evil men have passed at will through its iron gates jnst as careless words pass from the lips of tho impetuous, and take their winding way through the . world with their several influences, for better or worse. But the march of death cannot l e delayed. He turns neither to the right nor left, to make allowance for the rich or beautiful. All, sooner or later, must come under his dark banner, and so the life within the palace was hushed. The gates were closed, and now tho castle is deserted; while the stones that form- ed the towers, rising proudly toward the sky, are rapidly crumbling and falling to the earth from whence they were raised. Yet tho moss nnd the vine cling lovingly to the stones, like tender memories to the dead; and as the vinca festoon and hide the rough stones, so wc, when God takes one of our number, hide their faults with their virtues. The editors would be gratified to receivo at the High School building any back num- bers of tho Annual, from its first publication in 1857 to tho year 1869. 0 III (i II SC IIOO L A N N U A L. SKILL. BY C. B. CICAVKN. Skill, in the special calling to which a man may devote his attention, may safely be regarded as one of the most useful and nc- ccssary of qualities. Without it, life is almost useless. Men unskilled in their occupations are looked down upon—the driftwood of humanity; while those who have attained to skill in their various occupations, are respect- ed—lights arc they, dispelling the darkness of discouragement, and cheering and guiding others to positions similar to those occupied by themselves. Skill is the result of unceasing aud untir ing labor and thought, for which reason, it is much less easily acquired than most other qualities, but, when once acquired, it fully : repays those who have exerted themselves to I possess it, for it leads directly and surely to the highest object of the most aspiring ; ambition. Skill has been shown in all times, and in all places, and whenever and wherever it has ! existed, then and theta most beneficial re- sult have attended its presence. One of the men first mentioned in sacred history, Tubal Cain, is spoken of as having been skilled in the use of brass and iron, and, doubtless, his skill in these respects was productive of great good, as. judging from our own times, we know that articles of brass and iron rank j among the Finost important in respect to I utility. In the time of David and Solomon, the skill displayed by workmen of various kinds, was perfectly marvellous, and among | i ho ancient Greeks and Romans, what but most wonderful skill raised Epaminondas, Pericles, Phidias, Demosthenes, Cicero, On? -ar, and hundred of others, warriors, states- men, orators and artists, to their high positions of power, responsibility, influence and respect ? And previous to the existence of any of these, the mighty Egyptians dis- played wonderful skill in architecture and the other fine art . In each of these in- stances, the skill displayed has tended to refine and elevate humanity, and immense quantities of our knowledge can be traced back to nations, which, even now, centuries after they have ceased to exist, pour masses of enlivening and guiding light over the whole world ; while nations, which have possessed men of little or no skill, have either faJcd out of the view and recollection of the world, or have only been kept in remem- brance by the record of the misery and downfall necessarily proceeding from want of this exceedingly important quality. Perceiving from the foregoing, the ruin and destruction produced by the lack of skill, and the eminence and distinction attend- ant upon its possession, how exceedingly care- ful should we be, to perfect ourselves in the pursuits which we follow, thus procuring skill, and, through it, not only earthly dis- tinction, which lasts but for a comparatively short time, but also that sure and everlasting reward, which is promised to the faithful servant who shall increase his talent. And in order to perfect our gifts, how careful should we be, in the selection of our employ- ments for life, to choose those for which we are naturally fitted, for it is utterly impossible for a man, whose powers and faculties were shaped by Providence for the pursuit of a profession, to become skillful in a trade. Frequently men have been engaged in man ual labor, who have possessed abilities sufli cient to render them skillful professional men, iu which capacity their influence for good might have been ten-fold that which they could exercise in avocations for which they were unqualified, and in which they could reach no degree of skill or excellence. Much more frequent arc cases in which inen have dragged along miserably and worthlessly in professions, when tlicir time would have l ccn employed to infinitely greater advantage, blowing the blacksmith's bellows, and working manfully at the forge. PROGRESS OF AMERICA. BY CUAS. B. � . THORN. The centenary of the American Union is near at hand. One hundred years ago the foundation of this vast structure was laid by the bands and cemented with the blood of our forefathers. By their heroism in the Revolutionary War, they bequeathed us our glorious heritage— Liberty— and we do well to honor their names by celebrating the works they did. No revolutionists ever did their work with more conscientiousness or with a fuller persuasion of the rightfulness of their actions. We then entered upon a republican sysb m of government, an untried experiment, with- out wealth or power, or the ability to ad- vance, except by indominablc energy and per- severance. What a wondrous change Amer- ica has undergone in a century’s time, from absolute weakness to commanding strength. Mighty cities and flourishing towns, connect- ed by bands of iron, are seen on every side. Our productions are displayed in every mart of the civilized world. Our flag is every- where honored and respected, and to-day we I me proud to call ourselves American citizens. Equally remarkable has l een the advance of science. America has given birth to some of the greatest men that the world has ever seen; men, whose names, as those of Franklin and Morse, are honored by the whole world. Colleges and halls of learning arc scattered throughout the land, and education is spread- ing the light of religion, morality and gen- eral culture into every cottage in this wide extent of our States and Territories. Truly this is a period in our history for noble works, for monuments of benevolence and wisdom ; monuments that shall outlive the pyramids, and call down upon their founders the benediction of future genera- tions. Thousands are laboring faithfully to improve the physical, the moral and the in- tellectual condition of the people. Behold America as tho asylum where the wretched and oppressed find a refuge. The words of Lafayette seem like prophecy when he said, This immense temple of Freedom will ever stand a lesson to oppressors, an ex- ample to the oppressed, and a sanctuary for the right of mankind, and these United States will attain that complete splendor and prosperity which will illustrate their govern- ment.” Many years have passed since these words were spoken, and this immense tem- ple of Freedom stills rears its dome before the world. But our advance has not been unimpeded! from the founding of our government there liavo been two antagonistic principles con- tending for mastery—slavery and freedom. They so separated the interests and intensified the bitter feeling between the North and the South that war waa inevitable. It came, and was terrible ! But the national banner was majestically borne over the land, and pence and industry restored. The founders of Jliis great government have all gone to their long home, and it de- volves upon us as a sacred trust to maintain the honor and the glory of our country. But as the energy of the American people in the past has done wonders, so we may confident- ly hope that their children will preserve its heritage—freedom in all its completeness. WHA T WE DO NOT LIKE IN BOOKS. BY KLSIK M. HOUR. As a general thing we do not care for much description of scenery. It seems very natural that a t( tc-;i-U to between two young ] ersona (not both ladies nor both gentle- men), should take place at some summer resort, down by the clear, cool water; but we do not care to have the 'scenery for miles around fully described, nor do we need to be told of the little birds hopping merrily from bough to bough, nor yet of the immense pine trees rising loftily to the heavens, till they seem to pierce the very skies; nor do we care to be told of the waters breaking playfully upon the shore, leaving their ex-, quisite sea-weeds and mosses, which cause an exclamation of delight to break forth from the lips of the beautiful girl (always beautiful of course), sitting so near these rolling waves. All this we usually imagine, if we have any imagination at all. We are very apt to read this part of the story carc- lesasly, or else skip it entirely, for we are so much more interested to know what tran- spires between the two individuals, that we care comparatively little for the description of the place where they may chance to be. HIGH SCHOOL ANNUAL. 7 THE LAST OF THE GLADIATORS. BY ItBRBRRT C. ALDBN. The Imperial Eagle of Rome bad once more opened the path of victory for her legions. A hero worthy of the days gone by ; a soldier of the iron mould of the ancient republic, had risen from the ashes of a fallen world— the brave, the glorious Stilicho. Ilia armies had swept over the discordant hosts of thousands of barbarians. The hordea of Alarie were defeated on the same plains on which the Cimbric myriads had been driven with so vast a slaughter by the fierce general- ship of Marius—the earth shook under the tramp of multitudes. Once more the victorious legions enter the gates of Rome; the city that had frowned cold defiance on the camp of Hannibal — that re-echoed to the heavy tramp of Cresarx iron legions—and had beheld the scar seamed veterans of Pompey laden with the spoils of fallen Asia. But hark to the cry 1 “ Onward ! On to the Coliseum ! It was a wondrous sight; that vast building filled to overflowing with thou- sands and tens of thousands, tier upon tier j filled to suffocation; but see, the gates of • the arena are thrown open, and the Gladia tors enter; first the blue-eyed Gauls, next tho jet black Africans with gay-colored turban and white caftan, armed with the curved cimctar; their coal-black eyes and ( rolling eyeballs make them appear like- beings from another world. Twice the fated slaves marched around the hushed arena, turning their dim, despair- ing eyes as if to look for hope or mercy ; but they found it not Then they drew up oppo- site each the other in doublo line, the blue- eyed Gauls facing their swart antagonists, and now they hear the fell blast of the j trumpet. No other sound is heard except the infuriated cries of tho combatants or the groans of wounded, broken occasionally by the dull swish of tho keen cimetar. That night twice two thousands corps s are piled up in the dark and dismal arena. These were the last of their miserable race, and Rome never more was cursed by their presence. BUILDERS. BY UAURtBT K. JENKINSON. “ All arc architects of fate;” that is, you and I arc daily plucing blocks in the destiny of our lives. Some, the poet tells us, build with “massivo deeds and great; ’ deeds which command the praise of the entire world; and again, others build with orna- ments, simply to delight the eye. The art of building seems universal; not only human beings, but birds and beasts build for themselves homes. Here, however, we find a distinguishing characteristic of hu- man kind—man in his building is continually devising new forms and shapes, while birds and lrcasts follow instinctively the plan which seems so have been laid down for them in earliest ages. How wonderfully beautiful arc gome of the structures of God's smallest creatures! The little coral insect, deep under the waves, is daily perfecting the beautiful coral branches, which may perhaps adorn the homes of men. It understands nothing of the marvellous beauty of the structure it builds. It dies, and the petrified body adds still more to the boautiful whole. But there are other builders than those who construct homes for themselves. There arc builders of that which is far more won- | derful than coral reef or cathedral arch j —builders of character; aud in this work, in | order that we may have a fair and perfect outline, in order that we may have a struc- ture which shall successfully resist all the storms of life, no materials can be too good, no care too great. We arc so apt to hasten our work, to mar and deface, until little of the original plan remains. In haste we sot in rough-hewn blocks, leaving gaps which mar the whole work. This then leads to the concealment, the covering over of imperfections with falso 1 ornaments. Ruskin says, “ Wo may not be able to command good or beautiful architecture, but we can command an honest architecture,’ and this is no less true of character-building than of any other. In nil our building, good and noble aspira- tions arc the stepping-stones to the accom- plishment of lofty desires. Truly has the |. poet told us— The thing wo long for, that wo art For one transcendent moment.’’ What a satisfaction there is in well accom- plished work ! We little dream how poor work, failures and mistakes influence the work of those around us. One mistake may multiply to fifty, and the knowledge of this should help us to erect a building of noble proportions and perfect outline. Make of good principles and deeds the “ firm and ample base’’ whereon our future building may rest. Thus may we hope one day to inhabit one of the “ Many Mansions ” the great Master Builder hssgonc to prepare. IN MEMORIAM. BY GERTIE V. ADAM.'. The ladies of the A. Class have not forgot- ten the Professor who filled the place of an absent teacher during the latter part of last year. This gentleman dropped down upon us one day from the hills of Vermont. His ardor and enthusiasm in the natural sciences were unbounded. We miss his friendly talks and dissertations on these topics, as well ss the usual “ shu, shu, shu, don’t interrupt,” and the oft-repeated assertion, “ oh ! the air is full of girls,” the latter remark clearly showing tho Bent on the Professor’s mind. Wo hope he has not forgotten tho “ thirty geniuses” of 70, for whom he so often prophesied renown. We are all anxious to have him know that his prophecy is in the straight way of fulfillment; for we feel that it will be a great gratification to him, to know that true prophecy is added to his many other great mental achievements. Query. At what point “ in China ” is the astronomical Nadir fixed ? Wk were informed that the gentlemen of tho A class had intended to send certain mcml ers of their class, in a glass ease, to the Centennial Exhibition, as representatives of the young men of 1870: but they have aban- doned the project on the grounds that tho reflection cast on the young men of 1770 might cause unpleasant feelings. Self-sacri- ficing spirit of 70! FACULTY. E. O. IIOVEY. A. M., Principal. •IAS. M. QUINLAN, A. M., English Litera- ture and History. A. BAXTER MBRW1N, A. M . Latin and Greak. J. L. JOHNSON. Mathematica. | C.L. WOODRUFF, Commercial Department. FEMALE DEPARTMENT. Miss EMMA PARKE SMITH,Vice Principal. Miss MARIE A. MARCHER, Miss LAURA P. HILL, Mrs. ELLEN H. SANBORN, Miss ISADORE M. WINANS, Mias MILLIE A. FORSTER, Miss ELLA O. BROWN. OFFICERS. HNSFKKIAX LITERARY ASSOCIATION. President, E. O. Hovby. ! Vice-President, Cyros E. V. Pool. Recording Secretary, Charles E. Cravbx. | Corresponding Secretary, Ai.kx. S. Brkinoan. Treasurer, Ciia . P. Hewitt. MONTAGU LITERARY ASSOCIATION. President, Miss Emma Parke Smith. Vice-President, Mrss Marik A. Marcher. Recording Secretary, Emma Dunning. Corresponding Secretary, Emma Ortland. Treasurer, Minnie L. Lyon. Librarian, Laura V. Reeve. PRIZES OF CLASS OF 1875. Prize Oration, J. Paul Reynolds. Prize Essay, Miss Mary Eva Graves. Highest per cent, in scholarship, attend- ance and deportment. Miss Isabel Rockwell. Highest per cent, in final examination, Miss Lizzie C. More. 8 HIGH SCHOOL ANNUAL. NAMES OF PUPILS. 1875- 76 GRADUATING CLASS. OKXTI.KMKX. Alex. S. Breingan El wood S. Leary Chester C. Brown Abraham B. Meyer Charles L. Buchanan Julian G. Olds Harry C. Hcdden Cyrus K. V. Pool Charles P. Hewitt Franklin K. Kamsen Frederick T. Ilcy George V’. Rockwell Abram B. Hopper Charles E. 8. Thorn Tkco. C. Landmesscr John R Week . Jr. Daniel H. Wiener. Gertrude F. Adams Myra W. Adams Nettie Andruss Lizzie Baldwin Emily F. Betts Carrie Brackin Lizzie M. Carr Laura Charopeaois Phebe C. Crane Jennie F. Delano Ida I.. Dickinson Emma Dunning Maria E. Gardner Florence N. Gngg Elsie M. Horr Harriet K.Jenkinson Emily M. Johnson Emilic M. Kempf Minnie L. Lyon Clara Lutz Belle McClure Sadie E. Mem- Lizzie Moore Fannie E. Murrnv Katie M, B CLASS. OKNTI.KMKN. L. V. Beam G. G. Brown A. D. Burgcsscr C. E. Cahoone J. V. Christi C. W. Connell C. E. Craven H. H. Dawson J. H. Dent W. A. Dougall A. C. Dougherty W. G. Hainskt H. M. Hall H. Hamilton L.T. Lillie Adams Norma P. Allen C Belle Burnett Ida J. Bush Fannie J. G. Baldwin Zette A. Best Eva S. Brooks Emma E. Beardsley Addic C. Beers May E. Bedell Hattie M. Bailey Susie B. Conover Hattie J. Clark Jessie L. Coe Annie C. Day Agnes B. Green Annie O. Hopp ugh Abbie J. Hopp ugh R. C. Harrington 1 . W. Lauterborn D. McMillan T. A. Murray II. A. Piraaon C. E. Reynolds E. Riggs F. N. Rutan W. Scarlett, Jr. A. C. Shannon It. B. Sinclair E. N. Todd H. M. Van Sant E. E. Worl Wias. Melvic E. Hall Vina H.iskin A Hie I. Johnson Carrie Jerolcman Elida G. Lowery Mary J. Lombard Lizzie A. Lennon Maggie A. Lemon Julia Merry Nellie L. Morris L. Addie Peck G. Estelle Ross Minnie D. Riley Nina D. Seans Clara E. Traphagen Fannie B. Taylor Lizzie F. Tuitc Annie L. Tichcnor Nellie L. Ilobl M. Ida Hatcher Hattie B. Hathaway Ella U. Van Keuren Jennie Van Wyck Minnie E. Wcstcrvclt Almeda M. Olds Emma E. Ortland Irene Pataquam Ida M. Pfeifer Margar� t G. Quinlan I aurn V. Reeve Emma L. Richards Mary 11. Richards Hattie E. Robinson Hattie J. Rice Edith G. Scran Mollic I). Sims Sarah J. Sloan Flora E. Smalley Jennie V. Smith Lcnim R. Sweet Sadie G. A. Taylor Nellie B. Thompson Ltlia A. Tryon Ida Whart on Eli i M. Whitfield Agnes Young Carrie C. Young Mary A. Young Myers 0 CLASS. OKNTI.KMKN. J. A belts F. I. La Wall J. S. Arndt G. A. Lei man G. II. Bambridge I). G. McClay G. L. Bedell H. B. 3foorc I. H. Blanchard H. C. 3!urden 8. R. Cairns II. B. Nichols J. Cameron II. S. Peltz F. W. Canfield E. Pomeroy W. I). Cowan, Jr. W. C. Richardson W.’ R. Crawford E. II. Rockwell F. F. Crisaey C. A. Schenk J. II. Delp F. Sell wart zwacldcr F. T. Doland E. Schwarz F. T. Doremus J. M. Seymour C. A. Enz J. L. Stringham F. O. Foxcroft D. I). Sutphen A. U. Franceix J. N. Utter W. F. Freeman A. S. Ward J. R Gardner II. E. Ward F. N. Gleason G. W. Waters P. P. Griffin J. B. White E. F. Hngetnann G. M. Whitfield A. Johnson S. A. Wo d E. P. Keasner E. W. Woodruff 0. E. La Forge J. M. Woodruff. I.ADIKS. Lizzie F. Agate Carrie J. Lines Hattie C. Allen Victoria 3Iallinson Lillie Alston Phronie Anderson Carrie M. Baldwin Mamie F. Bines M. Ida Boydcn Ida A. Brown Emma E. Brown Fannie L. Buchanan Annie S. Burgycs Cecilia D. Canfield Lizzie Cation Sarah E. Christie Agnes B. Clark Carrie Coit Mamie M. Crane Laura E Crane Nettie A. Davidson Emma J. Dean Jennie M. Eylcs Jennie A. Freeman Agnes I. Miner Emily B. Mentz Carrie Morehouse Fannie Morehouse Josie W. Morton Essie Morris Ada P. Newton Jennie A. Olds Minnie Osliorne E. Jennie Peer Mary 31. Plume Alice B. Poinier Annie S. Poinier Katie E. Price Rosalie Ray Lucy A. Richards Jennie D. Lighter Grace II. Riker Ida M. Ranke Til lie Speer Ella R. Gegcnhcimcr Lizzie 31. Stringer Jennie A. Gemnr Sophie A. Glorieux Etta Goble Elma C. Gregory Amy D. Harrison Lottie H. Healey Nellie L. Hewitt Emma A. Inter Tillie G. Jenkins Edna J. Keene Belle L. Kierstead Ida F. Kinsey Grace C. Knowles Lillian Stainsby Laura E. Smith Mary A. Sullivan Millie Tichcnor Anita Belle Tuttle Lilian Tuttle 3Iary E. Tyler Minnie Umbach Lizzie Van Ness Emma Varney Ada M. Vreeland Carrie B. Ward Mattie E. Weed Virginia E. Kumerle Josie II. Wood May Riker D CLA88. J. L. Adams F. G. A bolt E. S. Allen H. W. Angel F. Bart bolt-mew 8. R. Baslcn R. K. Clark D. W. Crane OKXTI.KMKX. M. G. Baldwin L. Bicrnian J. S. Cook E. 31. Cone H. N. Coc 0. A. Crane T. F. Denning C. L. Dougherty C. F. Darlington J. Eckhart C. F. Ettlin L. W. Frisbec J. K. Gore W. L. Hazen G. A. Herzog F. A. Kent O. W. Kitchcll G. J. Kocher C. Landmesscr G. W. Hogan G. C. Howell I). S. Lyon J. P. Mead H. H. Miller II. S. Peters F. N. Reynolds E. L. Rodrigo H. Waither E. C. Ward K. A. White W. L. Walker H. C. AI den G. W. Brcingan F. E. Boyd W. L. Breath G. II. L. Brandlcy E. Butts II. 31. Brant II. S. F. W. Dilly H. F. Km me R. C. Krb W. C. Grantzow F. L. Hatch E. F. Henson W. Jacobus D. Klein D. Koch G. E. Moore G. H. Miller L. R. 3Icnagh L. C. Ovcrhiscr A. L. Perry 0. W. Perry A. J. Runyon C. Hoff E. E. Reeve G. W. Reeve W. II. Rademachcr G. C. Stnillie F. II. Sturlevant W. F. Soon R. Stringer F. Umlischeiden J. N. Vreeland B. P. Vandcrhoff W. D. Van New F. Waller W. II. Allen Osliorne I.ADIBS. Jessie Andrews Tillie Baker Eliza A. Baldwin Lizzie P. Baldwin J. Minnie Baldwin Clara C. Beam Agnes Berg Rosa Blunt Lida Boggs Laura Brewster Josie C. Brown Lillie E. Cairns May Y. Cash ion Abbic L. Clark Iola A. Clark ■ Susie II. Coe Millie E. Corby Marietta Crane Kathrina Davies Emma L. Dickinson Laura A. Doland Anna L. Dorcmus Eva I. Douglas Ida E. Drake Isalrella Dunbrcck Florence Dyer Carrie A. Eaton l ottie Edwards Clara L. Eylcs Kate Galvin Minnie Gleim I Mollie Grass Lizzie E. Griffiths Lizzie E. Hacbcrlc Cora B. Hagny Bell Hampton Ruth Hampson M. Lisse Harrison Carrie Y. Haulenbeek Addie Hcaly Nellie A. Healey Alice G. Hendry Amelia E. Hey Carrie A. Holbrook Jennie E. Johnson Annie R. Kicsling Wilhcmina Luchman Ilattic A. Lovatt Ida J. Mayer II. Addie McPeek Emma Mellick Emma Moon M. Allic Moore M. Ida Moore JennieV. Morningstcrn Julia Nichols Jennie Pcliz Hattie P p| er Ella E. Putnam M. Emma Reeve Mary A. Reuseh Jennie C. Ritchie Isat ell i Rice K. Lulu Roberts Annie L. Runvon Ella Russell Bella K. Rutan Hcttic S. Reeve Ada E. Sargeant Ida G Shipped Lillie M. Sillier Anna Smith Cora E. Smith Mary F. Smith Phebe J. Slater Carrie V. Stephens Jessie W. Stephens Ida May Stimus Annie 31. 8to)l Jennie Summers Annie F. Swan Bertha 31. Taylor Jennie Tichcnor Jennie K Titus May Tracy Amelia V. Tuttle Neliie L. Tuttle Maggie J. Turner Allie Van Ahtync Carrie Van Arsdale Olive A. Van liouten Minnie Vreeland Jennie A. Walsh 31. Gussie Ward Tillie H. Webb Maggie L. Westbrook. Ella J. Wharton Annie H. Woodruff Ella Wriglcy VOL. 2. No. 6. NEWARK PUBLIC HIGH SCHOOL, JANUARY 1, 1877. THANKS FOR THOUGHTS. •• Montagu Review. IJke tidal fetter� , letting loote. The aft-impri oned waves That flow in cleansing beauty through The secret darksome caves ; So is it when our evil selves Give up their long control. And floods of clear and earnest thought Come rolling o'er the soul. We know not whence these pure sweet thoughts Are brought into the mind; It may be 'tis by presence near Of unseen angel-kind. For sure it seems we would be led To think of purer things. The while the air is heaven clear With waving of their wings. And yet there is a higher source: Nor can we tell how much Of noblest thought, has come direct From God’s own loving touch. Oh I wondrous blessedness ! that He Should hold each soul so dear I That He. the Universal God. Should come to each so near! We lack in words of sweet accord Our greatful praise to tell. But smallest deeds of love add tone The harmony to swell. And for our blessed heaven born thoughts. Best songs of thank we give, When wc take heed from day to day That we more nobly live. ASSK F-. POCbSSON. Springfield, Mass.. Nov. 8. 1876. NATIONAL DEVELOPMENT. PRIZE ORATION OK THE CLASS OP '70. BY CYRI7B K. V. POOL. Development, wielded l y the haud or an Omnipotent Creator, for the accomplishment of his purposes, is the all-powerful instrument of change. Objects, material or spiritual, arc snhjoct to its influence.—the tiny gem. nursed In the bosom - f the earth, and the grandest intel- lect that ever nature produced, alike feel the effects of its power, and, acting under its command, rise higher and higher, ap- proaching nearer and nearer to perfection. In the study of it, wc see not only the physical and intellectual changes, but wc are led to consider the motive power, the ruling hand, the Infinite Mind. It teaches us to “ look through nature, up to nature's God,” anil we are lost in wonder in the contemplation of so sublime a being. In mental capacities, man, individually presents fine opportunities for the study of development; but it is in man, taken collect- ively In nations, where it is most impress- ively displayed. In all the intricate influences exerted by one individual upon another, a nation stands preeminent in the scale of development. Nations have risen from obscurity, to the mastership of the world. But, alas! How many, in assuming this position, have, like the scorpion, stung themselves to death. There was a time when Greece was subject to foreign domination ; a time when, weak and feeble, there was a struggle for mere existence; a timo when she might have been easily crushed; but in the hearts of her people, there was the fire of energy, which needed but the occasion, to burst into a flame which should extend over the world ; and the time came, when Greece sat upon her regal throne, and the world acknowl- edged her supremacy. But her elevation was the precursor of her death. Revelling in luxury as the result of her power, she becitno less patriotic, and. as a natural consequence, became the subject of a stronger power; and Romo, risen from humility, now swayed the sceptre of empire. Victory after victory crowned her exertions, and the nations of the earth poured tribute unto her treasury. But, intoxicated by her conquests, and blinded by her power, she j too fell—fell from the highest pinnacle of 1 glory, to the lowest depths of degradation— , fell with a crash which shook the globe. Rome, once “ Mistress of the World,” now conquered by a band of half-civilized sav iges—civilization subjected to barbarism. But though she fell from her seat of power, though her authority was gone, yet the influence she had exerted, still lived, and was largely the moving power of the world. Nations profited by her weakness, and it served to spur them on to nobler exertions. Nations rise and fill, but though they sink into comparative oblivion, yet their actions exert an influence which shall continue for- ever. Nations have sometimes given birth to other nations, which in their turn, rival their mother in power. Thus was it with Eng land and America. England rose from barbarism, to the height of influence and power. Through all the successive stages of her development, she was characterized by indom- itable energy, and unequalled foresight and perseverance. Her power became extended, and her ambition did not cease until she had planted a colony in the newly-discovered America—the El-Dorado of the Old World. 8hc was everywhere rewarded with suc- cess, and her colonics grew and flourished I under her protecting care. Her word was law! But there was a weak point. She was too jealous of her power, and encroach- ing on colonial rights, ahe attempted to compel obedience. But a true nation will not submit to tyranny, and England made a grate mis- take, when she supposed she could crush her American colonies. She found them invin- cible ! “ Sho had sown the seed of a nation, ami that seed had been purified through hardship and trials; it possessed vitality, and Iwg.in to germinate, and altogether it occupied years in coming to bud and blossom; it survived all the droughts and storms, and to-day, it shows tho frnit of energy and perseverance. But' though our past has been so brilliant, our future must not reflect discredit on the exertion of our forefather . “ There is a tid© in tho Affaire of men. Which, taken at tho flood, lend on to fortune : Omitted, all tho voyage of their life Is bound in shallow , and In miseries. On such a full aca Arc wo now afloat. And wo must take U10 current whon it aorvos. Or lose our ventures.” Mothers! you to whom is intrusted the early instruction of our youth,—is it not yours to instill into their young intellects, principles of morality and holy truth; to shape their plastic minds in the right mould ? then when they retch year of manhood, although they may not shine with the glory of the ” father of his country. yet their actions will not reflect discrc lit on their early training. Fathers! you to whom tho sons look up — is it not your provinco to set before them examples of integrity and uprightness, that they may l� u guided into the right paths? Toung men of to-day! you who arc about to hold the reins of government—it is your duty to sec that none but honest and honor- able men hold offices in the land ; and above all, to sec that the blessed troths of the Bible are preserved to our Public School . And young women ! you have a position in this growth of the nation. Although you may not elect the officers, it is your greater privilege, to see that brother� , and those who arc netrer than brothers, do up hold the truth. 2 HIGH SCHOOL ANNUAL. Tho development of a nation depends upon personal exertion, and we all should sec to it that our exertions arc in the right direction. With action such as this, we may well predict for our country a future more glori- ous than the past, and our “ Centennials” will become monuments—ever increasing in number—of the development of our nation. Let other nations shout “ Fi'w L'Empereur P and “ God save the Queen 1 ” hut be it ours to join with heart and voice in that harmoni- ous strain, “Long live the Republic! ” TANTALUS’ CUP. BT KITTIK B. DAVIES. In tho mythical ages, it was decreed as a punishment to Tantalus, one who had dis- pleased the gods, that after death, he should be a wanderer in the lower world, and that whatever he wished to obtain should recede on his approach. If, with parched lips and burning tongue, he saw in the distance, a cool gliding stream, and hastened forward that ho might quench his raging thirst, alas! when he reached tho stream and stooped to drink, it shrank back as if it would not that its waters should 1� defiled by the touch of one so base. If, after pursuing the phantom of clear shining water once again, like the weary desert traveler, lie sought in despair the cool juicy fruit of the earth, in the hope that it might, in some slight degree, stay the fever that was consuming mind and body, just as he reached forth to pluck the fruit, even at the moment when his one desire appeared ready to lie fulfilled, did it seem as if he heard tho mocking laughter of the gocls, as tho branch was borne iieyond his reach. Thus he was doomed to wander forever, having every wish or thought, whose fulfilment could give him the slightest pleas- ure, thwarted. This thought is illustrated in what is called Tantalus' Cup. A siphon passes through the bottom of this cup, and in it the water, if poured in slowly, rises to the bend of the tube and then flows out until the cup is drained. Docs not the flowing of the water through this cup seem to illustrate the promised fulfilment and final disappoint- ment of our plans, hopes and aims in life ? The blessings of God . flow in upon us gently, lovingly, and we are happy. Then our plans and aims rise too high, we are not content with the slow in flowing, we must have more of the world’s pleasures and riches; our desires grow until they can no longer be satisfied with what it is possible for us to have ; we grasp after unattainable things, and for a little we seem to succed, for the water rises to the very top of the tube; but alas! as soon as the top is covered, then docs the out flowing begin ; although the receding of the waters may not be more rapid than was the in-flowing, still from tho very nature of things, it seems so to us. Wo see our pleasures, our joys, slipping from our grasp one by one, and we exert all our feeble strength to stop the out- flowing tide, but every effort is vain, and with despairing heart we see them all glide from us. But not like Tantalus, have we offended a revengful God, and been placed beyond the reach of all forgiveness; he against whom we have sinned, is a merciful, long-suffer- ing' Father, and from our bitter disap- pointments we may learn the lesson, to so restrain our desires, that we may be happy in the blessings which he gives. A DREAM. BT MAT BKDKLL. •• This Is I be staff thst drosms arc made oC.” It was a pleasant night in December that had been appointed by the Distrisyllabic Club for a sociable, to which they had in- vited their most intimate friends. This club was formed for the purpose of studying and criticising poetical composition; and their sociablo was to be held in their club-room, in a building known as Rhetoric Hall. Tho committee which had been chosen to make arrangements for the evening consisted of the most prominent members of the club; the Misses Trochee and Dactyl, Messrs. Iambus and Anapest. The chief attraction of the evening was to be the rendering of the Opera of the .Eneid by mcmliers of the club. The Encid had been set to music after much labor and no little disputation, during which, Mr. Cseaura, one of the members, a very quiet man, had talked of nothing but inserting rests, insist- ing that the pauses made the beauty of the ]H em. The club, after much opposition, de- cided that Mr. Ciciura should have his way, and then things went on as- smoothly as any one could desire. On the evening of the sociable, the com- mittee were the first to arrive. Miss Trochee, a gay young lady fond of sentimental poetry, came tripping in after Mr. Iambus, a young man who was the very picture of vigor and beauty. “ HU form was fair, HU cheek was health,” and ho was a fitting escort for bis charming companion. Soon after, Mr. Anapest, a young man of animated manners and forcible address, came humming tho words, “ From tho plains, from the woodland and groves. Hear the nightingales warble their loves.” The next arrivals were Miss Dactyl and Mr. Spondee. Miss Dactyl was a remarkably re- fined young lady, very sprightly in her movements, but so reserved and dignified that but few ever had the pleasure of listening to her humorous conversation. “ Cold is her heart, and as frozen as charity,'' was the verdict upon her by those who were debarred from her society. Her escort, Mr. Spondee, was long, long in every way ; he had a long nose, long cars, and a long head, and was a very long man altogether. He always carried on his conversation in a drawling manner, as though never particu- larly interested in anything; yet he was an eminently social individual, and you could never, under any circumstances, find him alone. After the arrival of the committee the rest of the company soon assembled. In one section of the room were heard the liar monious voices of the Rhyme family. There were good Rhymes, bad Rhymes, and all manner of Rhymes. Consonantibus Rhyme, a memlK-r of this family, a Frenchman, who was said to be very rich, was present, ami received much attention. Prominent among the guests was Mr. Stylus and his seven daughters; Purity, Propriety, Precision, Clearness, Strength, Harmony and Unity. Continually hovering around these young ladies was their cousin. Mr. Mannerism, always in conversation with one or the other of tho sisters. Amid the murmuring of many voices, Mr Cicsura came to the front of tho platform and requested that a pause be made in the conversation, as the Opera would at once begin. Immediately Mr. Spondee and Miss Dactyl came forth to sing the prelude, Mr. Hexameter heating time for them. “Anna virnmque ca, l egan Miss Dactyl; “ No Tro- jae qui,” sang Mr. Spondee; “Primus, chimed in Miss Dactyl; “ Ab oris, thun- dered Mr. Spondee; and so on to the grand finale, which consisted of a brilliant dance in which all joined, each having a peculiar step of his own. Although there were so many different ways of dancing there was no confusion, but all seemed to move and mingle in perfect harmony. Mr. Hexameter was just going across the room in six stately strides, when 1 awoke. It was only a dream. I had fallen asleep over my Rhetoric. Man has poetry mixed with the prose of his every-day life which is oftentimes better than that on which he spends his time, labor and thought, and which finally become� literature on which the giddy, thoughtless world may feast its imagination. Emma J. Dean. Man believes that everything, sooner or later, must have an end. Although this is so in part, correctly speaking there is no end; every end is but a loginning. Death is not the end of man. but only the dark river that lie must cross to reach the beauti- ful mansions that arc promised to the faithful. Lillie Adams. 3 REST. BY ANSIK k. TICHBBOR. Rest—the being free from whatever vcarios or disturbs—there is joy in the very word. It seems to imply all that is peaceful and quiet—it is like the fragrance of a flower stealing over the wearied senses. We have arrived at that season of the year when all nature seems to bo at rest. The waters of the rill are quiet, and the mighty torrent is silenced by the icy hand of winter. The voices of the forest are stilled, and «ature is enjoying its long night of repose, only to awake more l cautiful and resplen- dent when spring shall come agAin. Our Heavenly Father has in Ilia infinite kindness set aside one day out of every seven as a day of rest, and He has com- manded that we should “ remember the Sabbath-day to keep it holy. He knew how we would enjoy these little rests from the daily cares which vex us. With his far-see- ing eye Ho saw how these blessed days would seem like flowers scattered over the prairie and like green oases in the desert. Have you ever thought how all-wise it was in the Creator to give us night, in which wc may forget everything and lose ourselves in refreshing sleep ? Perhaps the first thought suggested by the word rest, is the ever-recurring need which every creature has of that which rest signifies. Even the smallest insect seems to require some cessation from its daily round of duties; as often as the body becomes fatigued, just so often docs nature Assert itself and call for rest. Rest is so great a requirement of nature, that sailors have been known to fall asleep on the gun-decks of their ships while in action. The French soldiers during the retreat from Moscow, foil asleep while on the march, and could only be aroused by the cry “ The Cossacks arc coming.” Men being exhausted, have been known to sleep while on horse-back; and torturer! persons are said to have slept while on the rack. Rest docs not simply imply inaction; Goethe has very truly said, “ Rc«t is not quitting this busy career; Rest i Uie fitting of self to one's sphere.” Ono of the most pleasant and beneficial kinds of rest is that of the mind, while the body is in action. We all enjoy our vaca- tions from study. We take great pleasure in roaming over the hills And through the wooded dells, examining and admiring the varied works of nature. Some times we rest beneath the bright autumn foliage and eujoy the songs of the harvesters, as they gather in the golden grain. All these experiences are like wild flowers in our path- way, and we should find many more oppor- tunities for glad, cheerful, helpful rest, if we would only take them as they come, and let none slip by unimproved ; for HIGH SCHOOL “ This life ia not all sadness. Its days aro not all gloom; Thoro aro many hours of gladness ’Twixt tho cradle and tho tomb. There ia no wave that rolloth On tho bosom of tho lake, But hath some white foam near it, Whon it may chance to break.” The very idea of rest, implies as a matter of necessity, some previous action, exertion, something which has taxed and wearied cither the mind or tho body. Just as wc could know nothing of the beauty of light, were there no shadow, so without exertion and weariness, the sweetness of rest would be unknown to us. If wc Jiavc been labor- ing and have become wearied, the rest which comes after only seems the sweeter on account of our great fatigue. So if in our life work, wc become fatigued in our appointed task, are we not assured that rest awaiteth us at the end of our pilgrimage? In every stage of life, in childhood, in youth, in middle age, and in the autumn of old age, we need and have our periods of rest. Those which we now enjoy are only glimpses of that which is to come hereafter, only suggestions of that unalloyed rest which shall 1« lasting as eternity. Life is like one grand piece of music with its rests here and there. There are the glad lively strains of joy and pleasure, and tho sad refrains which arc the echoes of sorrow. First come the joyous lively strains of child- hood and youth: there are peaceful tones, sweet, gentle murmurs, like the rippling of a brook through the forest. Sunbeams of rest arc scattered here and there, and once in a while the wild, tumultuous notes of the soul struggling against temptation. Then there is a lull in the storm, and the delightful rests occur again. Then follows the sadder more subdued strains of middle life, tho period in which wc generally encounter our greatest trials. The beautiful rests come in once in a while to make the harmony more complete. Then comes the grand final symphony of old age, which holds the audi- ence waiting to hear still another note, and there the final rest. These last tones repre- sent the winter of life, the drawing rear to the tide which rolls between us and the Infinite. The final chord is the merging of a life well spent, the passage of the soul into that grand sweet rest which lasteth forever; for “ Blessed aro the dead which die In tho Lord from henceforth; yea, saith the spirit, that they may rest from their labors; and their works do follow them.” POETRY. BY ACOC8T OIKSK. sands of years ago; and the poetry of the ancients excels that of the present day. Poetry tends to ennoble and retine us, having the same aim as Christianity, that is to spiritualize our natures and the love of it; like the love of all that is pure and noble, should be and is our talisman. The countries that are the most familiar with poetry, are nearly always the most civilized and learned. By means of poetry, conquerors have often l)een checked in their ruthless careers, and almost all of the ancient nations had their poets, who, in the times of their countries’ peril, aroused them to a sense of its danger, cheering and encouraging them in the struggle for their freedom and their homes. The so-called bards of England, by their poems inspired and warned the people against tyranny, and so, to a certain degree, have our own poets. How grand is the mission of the poet! It is above all earthly glory; his is to banish vice and all bad passions, to purify our thoughts and to ennoble our feelings. It is bis mission to restore our faith in mankind, to lift us above all that is ignoble and im- pure, to teach us to scorn evil and temptation, and to love all that is good and righteous. There are many great men who have over- come all obstacles to perform the literary duties that tlicir minds have set before them. They have toiled and struggled against all misfortunes, and have conquered in the end. Such men are truly noble, and though too few in number, their names will remain im- mortal to all who can appreciate such genius. Alexander Pope was one of these; even in his childhood his health was broken, and his bodily infirmities remained through life. But did he shirk from what he considered his duty ? No, he worked on, and has pro- duced some of the most pure and unblem- ished writings. Milton, whose eyesight failed him in the latter part of his life, did not give up his labors, and as if he had collected all his energy for a final effort, he produced his two immortal poems, “ Paradise Lost,” and Paradise Regained.” It is a lamentable fact, that some of the greatest poets, during their life, were shun- ned, scorned And laughed at. It is hard to believe it, yet it is tho sad and bitter truth. How cruel must the world have been not to appreciate their efforts. Posterity first appreciated their great talents, and they are kept in memory, and their names shall live forever. Is it not sad to think that we can- not recall all those cruel taunts they bad to bear, and that the monuments now erected for them, cannot blot out the shameful treat- ment they received? Would they could know how their names arc respected and honored here below; they might in some measure be reconciled for all their sufferings on earth. But who cab say they do not t Poetry and music are the two arts that have the strongest influence over our charac- ters, that enlarge our sympathies, stir the heart with benevolence and love, and unite man to man. They were cultivated thou- A N N U A L. “ With equal pace, impartial Fate Knocks at the palace and tho cottage gate.” HIGH SCIIOOL A N N U AL. J0LGII g CHOOL UAL EDITORS: Aliikht D. Bl'uubsskk, Hattik M. Baii.ky, Ciiaklks W. Cokskli., Mahy I. Lombard. NEWARK, N. J., JANUARY 1, 1877. EDITORIAL. In pursuance of a long established custom, the pupils of the High School again send forth their Holiday greeting, through the pages of the “ Annual.” At the close of each year, we almost unconsciously pause to consider the various events which have made up its history. Thus, taking a retrospective snow of the past year, wo can but admit that it has been an eventful one—one that will hold a prominem place in the history of the world. Foremost in the ranks of great achieve- ments stands our “ Centennial Exhibition ” —that wondrous collection of the produc- tions of art, science and literature, which so fittingly illustrated, not only the development of our own nation, but the progress of civilization throughout the world. But, notwithstanding our advancement in science and invention, our country is to-day suffer- ing great financial embarrassment; the nation not haviug yet recovered from the effects of the panic which so recently swept over us. In our gloom we will cliug to our nation’s motto, “ In God wo Trust,” knowing that He who has led us so safely for one hundred years, will not forsake us in tho future. Though there is much to absorb our attention in the outside world, still we are not prevented thereby from noticing the changes that have taken place in our limited sphere of action—the High School. Our previously large number of pupils was greatly increased at the l cginuiug of the present school year, so that we now suffer not only inconvenience, but annoyance, on account of our crowded condition. We earnestly hope that the Board of Education will speedily gr ut sufficient appropriations for the construction of a building of which the city of Newark may justly be proud, and one of suitable size aud comfort for our successors. At the beginning of this year a change was made in the names of the classes. In the place of the unmeaning appellations of “A, “ B,” 44 0,” and “ D. were substi- tuted more appropriate titles, so that we are now known as “Seniors,” Juniors,” “ Second Year,” and “ First Year ” students. Greek has been stricken from the list of studies in the Male Department, much to the regret of those wishing to prepare for college. In the Junior Class, Gilmore’s Art of Expression has been provided to take the place of Greek. The young ladies of the First Year Class now study English Analysis instead of Latin as heretofore. The Junior young ladies, who never before have l een numerous enough to form two classes, this year number over sixty, in con- sequence of which the class has been divided, and the new division placed under the charge of Miss Lena A. Bosworth; Miss Isadore M. Winans has been promoted to the charge of the “ N ” division of the Second Year young ladies. The appointment of Mr. J. L. Ileffron, to succeed Sir. C. L. Woodruff, who resigned last spring, has given entire and universal satisfaction. The vacancy caused by the resignation of Mr. J. L. Johnson, is now filled by Mr. A. B. Griffon, a graduate of Rochester Univeisity; the ranks of the faculty of the Male Department have been reinforced by the appointment of a new aasistaut, Mr. R. C. Newton, a graduate of Hurvard College. At the end of each year, not knowing what the future has in store for us, we naturally resolve that we will endeavor to make the coming year a brighter and a more joyous one than that which is drawing to a close; not only for ourselves, but fur all those with whom we may bo thrown in con- tact ; and, as a good precedent is worthy of being followed, let us resolve that our lives, in future, shall be far above what they have l cen in the past; and, having formed this resolution, let us be sure that our works show our sincerity. POLITICAL. America is destined to be always subject to great political excitements; and although we are not partial to a politicals life, yet we do not regret the abovo state of affairs. The all-absorbing topic of the present time is the late presidential election. It now seems as though the question ” Who is elected!” will never be satisfactorily answered. Though there will always be the doubting ones, we hope and believe that they will have the good sense to abide by the decision of those who have l een chosen to declare the result. In Congress we may expect lively times during the winter, neither party having more than a bare working majority. From the Old World we hear rumors of war, though we cannot tell when the deci- sive blow will come; but come it must, and delay is only adding to its force. Notwith- standing the fearful consequences which a war will occasion, we sec on all sides a general impatience, a feeling among our couutrymcn, that a war in Europe will be for our benefit; will cause a revival of busi- ness, and will place us on a sure road to prosperity. But stop! Reflect! We have just passed through a terrible war; one which caused a fatal revival of biuiuess, as a result of which we are now suffering finan- cial embarrassment. At the close of thi- European war, we will be in just as bad if not a worse condition than now, for like causes produce like effects, and an unnatural demand will produce an unnatural supply, which at tho end of the war, will glut out market and lower the prices at a ruinou- rate. Practically this war may prove a a transient benefit, but morally, that pros- perity which is founded on the adversity of others,, is not real. Let ns hope, however, that wheu the dark clouds have passed away, the sun will again shine upon our country, and the world at large ; for, “ O’er the darkest night of sorrow, O'er the tlra Hic� l Hold of strifo, Dawns a brighter, clearer morrow. Spring� a nobler, truer life. OUR SOCIETIES. TIIK MONT AO I! ASSOCIATION. 1876! The Centennial of our Country and the Decennial of the Montagu Society • May we not take thi� at a sign that tho growth and prosperity of the Society shall run parallel with that of the Republic ? Wo think this Is not too much to hope, and as if to encourage us in this idea the member- ship has this year reached one hundred ; and h � we “ take it as a sign.” But if wo look away from the air-castle building for the future, we find that the “ actual present ” is filled not only with fair promises but with positive good. Not only is the memliership large, but the mcml crs, are active and en- thusiastic, and the weekly meetings interest- ing and profitable. The Anonymous Box ” furnishes the So- ciety with abundant criticisms, suggestions, and stray bits of information which are cx- ccdingly valuable. The initiation fees, monthly dues, and the proceeds of the annual public meetings are supplying the Society with the ! cst of read- ing matter, and the shelves of its library are taring filled with valuable books. Among the recent additions to the library we may mention the “ Little Classics,” “ Milton An- thology.” “Carlyle Anthology, “Draper’s Intellectual Development of Europe,” Mrs. Whitney's “ Sights and Insights;” and even Helen’s Babies ” have found their way to its shelves. The members cannot forget a golden gift in the shape of an English sov- ereign which came to them not long ago from a former memlter of the Montagu ; the name of the donor we are unable to give, but the gift has been transformed into three ele- gant volumes in green and gold, entitled “ Half Hours with the Best Authors,” and a hundred girls are day by day reaping tho benefits of this kind remembrance. In addition to the two hundred volumes in the library the members have also, for gen. cral information, “ Youman's Popular Science Monthly.” “ Harper’s Magazine,” “ Scribner’s Monthly, “Appleton’s Journal,” “ Tho Inde- pendent,” and the “Semi-Weekly Tribune. It is also the Society's intention with the beginning of the new year to add to this list of periodicals, “Appletou’� Art Journal,” and the “ International Review.” Surely wc are not too enthusiastic when we recognize in the “ Montagu” one of the best friends, one of the greatest aids to the culture for which wo are striving. TUB llKSPBItlAJt. This 8ocicty is still procuring under the plan of “self-government” commenced but two years ago, and which, this year, has been continued with increased popularity. Al- though the numlicr of names on the roll is not much greater than last year, yet in the character of the exercises there is a marked improvement; but in no other manner is the Society’s prosperity shown in a stronger light, than in the interest which each indi- vidual member feels in its welfare. Up to the present time, the Society has had no library connected with it, but toward the close of tho last school-year, a fund was appropriated for that purpose, and with this addition, tho Society will l c more than ever an aid and incstinnble help to the scholars of the Senior anti Junior Classes. We wish it a prosperous future, and may it be an increasing means of usefulness—an aid to its members, and an honor to the School. A CHRISTMAS ODE. BY T. W. I.AUTBKBOKN. A Merry Chri� cmas. joyful lime� . To school-mates, ®,,c d : May Same help me wnic «hc� c line� And to his Jcrvioc call. For merry Ohri� tma now is here. And warms each loving heart. To sing his praises loud and clear Around the blazing hearth. O'er hill and stream and highland snow. The merry chimes arc borne. Till rich and poor, the high and low. With gladness welcome morn. Tho day has come, the joyful day. That gave this world a king; Oh I may wc all. each in our way. His name with praises ring. The houses of the rich «re filled With children bright and gay. Who little know or feel the chill Of those across the way. And when the sun beneath the sea. Concealed its dazzling rays. The cosily presents on the tree. Each one of them surveys. They did not think, they did not care. Of those across the way: With noisy mirth they, filled the air. Because they were so gay. The poor without, that hitter night. Did rich folks never move; They Hd not think that “ God is might, And never would approve. Thus every Christmas passes by. The poor there arc to feed ; But up in Heaven there is an eye, Which marks cadi kindly deed. Then let us now. dear school-mates all. Divide our bounteous stores, With those who do upon us call, And open wide our doors. HIGH SC H OOL A N N U A L. CIRCLES. PRIZE ESSAY, CLASS OF ’70. BY MINNIK b. LYOX. Tho circlo is of all ligures most beautiful. Its symmetry and completeness suggests thoughts of beauty and perfection, which lead us away from the Unite to that which it symfmlizcs, the infinite. Nature everywhere tells of the circle, from the beautiful lino in which the sky descends to greet the earth, to the endless curve in leaf anti flower, in ocean shell, anti waving smoke. The round of sunrises and sunsets, of twilight and starlight, give us the days, and the revolving tlaya make up the week. The months, in their turn, are but the embodiment of the circling weeks. The great full years with one hand grasp tho months, and with the other, touch the un- born days. And so, as the sunset of the year touching the sunrise of the day, bounds the circumfer- ence of nature’s rounds, wo learn that “ there is no end, but every end is a login- ning,” that the finite is but a portion of the infinite. To men, the home circle is more lieautiful than all others. The literary, the scientific, and the social circles dwindle into insignifi- cance, beside tho one in which love forms the centre, and the blending of hopes, hearts and aims, the sacred circumference. Our nation, for one hundred years, has been describing its circle. To day we are proud of its expanse, as around thecentre,— independence,—a circumference has been drawn, within whose enclosure the whole world is glad to step. As circles are large or small, according to the amount of space which their circumfer- ences enclose, so are men's minds considered broad or narrow, os the comprehensiveness of their intellects is far-reaching or limited. Every man lives in a circle of his own, which is varying each day, either widening as his knowledge increases, or growing smaller as he allows the range of Lis thought to become contracted. Shakespeare’s writ- ings reveal the immensity of the circle in which mentally, he must have lived. Dryden says of him: “ But Shakespeare’ magic could not copied bo; Within that circlo nono duret walk but ho.” The circle of Milton’s life seems almost boundless, so far-reaching was his imagina- tion. Our range of thought may seem small and limited; yet out of the world’s fullness of knowledge, wc may gather new ideas every day, and thus breaking away from old limitations, the circles of our learning may become greater and broader. Our lives may bo a scries of circles. Wc may think we have drawn our bounding curves, .when lo! a new thought looms up 6 before us, aud what was the circumference, now gives centres for other circles. Emer- son says. “ There is no thought so sublime, but it may lie trivial to-morrow, in the light of our thojghta ” Anti again, “ There is no outside, no enclosing wall, no circum- ference to us.” Some day, when we can no longer widen our earthly circles, while the world may consider them mere circlets, God will judge of them by their completeness. If the curves are even anti true, if every point of the circumference is equally distant from, that is, equally near the centre, God will give to our lives, thus rounded out and complete, greater development in the life beyond, greater thoughts, which will serve as centres, around which circumferences may l o drawn to infinity. Every day we hear of men, who, tired of the hurry and bustle of the world, long again and again for the simplicity of their childhood. They forget, that as they walk life’s broad circles, they are to gather knowl- edge and wisdom which shall teach them simplicity in its highest sense. It is the thought of a noted writer, that V the higher men rise, tho simpler they becomeand a wiser than man has said, “ Except ye become as little children, yeean in no wise enter into the Kingdom of Heaven.” Little children in their play, as they join hand with hand, joyously (lancing around the chosen one in their centre, ever ready to enlarge their circle for each new comer, beautifully typify the most perfect human life. For that life is most pe:fcCt in which men, dropping all discord and contentions, in a touch that signifies unity of heart, thought and aspiration, join their bauds around the centre of centres—God. As we ;isscmbled in September, to c6m- mcnce another year of study, wc saw many familiar faces, and were glad to find so few wautiug. But among the friends vve missed was one in particular, Mr J. L. Johnson, Professor of Mathematics, whose hearty grasp and cheerful voice always-welcomed aud encouraged us. Mr. Johnson is a man of sterling integrity, great executive abilities, and a gentleman. Ho labored hard for the benefit of his pupils aud for the good of the school generally. He has left the city and adopted the profes- sion of Law; but although he is not with us iu person, lie will always occupy a prominent place in the hearts of the scholars. “ Such wm his worth, our loss is such, Wc cannot lovo too well, or grioro too much.” C. L Docoukrty. It has been three years sinco death has entered our midst; but In October one of our school-mates. Jennie Church, who entered our school in September last, was called up to that Higher School, whore “wo shall know as wc are known.” 6 TREASURES FOUND IN SCAVENGER BOXES. BY IDA r. KINSEY. There is no one on our streets more jeered at than those miserable persons, who, with the emblem of their profession, a hooked stick, search pcrseveringly our refuse boxes. The terrible “small boy laughs loudly and openly, and older people pass by with a look of compassion or contempt on their faces, for it is not a sightly heap, this one consisting of old food, rags and shoes, which others liafo thrown away as useless. But truly royal treasures have l ccn gath- ered from sources which promised no more. At just such a heap as this, the busy bee, whom it is impossible not to associate with cleanliness, reaps a rich harvest, finding sweets where others find but refuse; even from the worst of carrion securing reward for labor. But revolting as tho carrion, and poisonous as the gases that rise from it, wo are con- stantly giving out the same poisonous car- bonic acid from our lungs, and even this is turned to use. We enter a concert room. Some of the finest talent is engaged for us to-night, Tho song begins, filling the air with music and making every nook vibrate with melody; now rising, now fall- ing, like waves on the bench; now the notes arc deep, rich, and wondrously sweet; now rising higher, gaining in strength and sweet- ness and thrilling us like the joyous notes of a bird. Yet higher tho notes rise, until they seem to find an echo in the songs of the an- gels: but again they fall, down, down, sadly and mournfully, like the wail of a soul that has knocked at the gates of pearl but has not found admittance. Again the song is joy- ous, rippling, and dancing, and sparkling like a brook in the sunlight, and ,thcn, with a burst of glory such as the sun throws back, the song is finished. The breath expelled from the lungs as re- fuse matter, poisonous to the body, required only a skillful use of the vocal chords to give us this rich treasure of song. But this refuse breath is of still further use. We open the window and away it flics to the plants, for to them it is life-giving. It forms itself Into delicate blossoms of the fuchsia, the graceful bells of the modest white lily, and the glossy petals of the rose. In the fields we find it transformed into the daisy and the yellow butter-cup, and in the wood it assumes the form of the delicate fern and the blue wood-violet. Indeed, this vile gas is the origin of all those beautiful features with which nature smiles upon the world. Again and again we find treasures under a rough exterior. In California we are shown a handful of what appears to be common soil, but when washed it discloses gold. The diamond when found is enclosed in a hard HIGH SCHOOL ANNUAL. earthy coating, which is broken in search of the gem; but even then it does not disclose its beauty, but appears like a piece of ground glass, until it returns from the hands of the skillful diamond cutter. We have all seen and admired the bcauti- ful aniline dyes, with their brilliant and lasting colors; the brilliant blue reminding us of the open sea, and the deep green of the pleasant shades of the forest; the rich purple and yellow, true royal colors, and the red suggestive of fircsido warmth and comfort; but we may not all have known that these gorgeous colors are mado from the refuse left after making coal gas. Of n and often the roughest exterior covers a gem of rarest beauty or of highest use; within the rough shell of the pearl oyster lies the purest of gems and under a thread bare coat wisdom is often found. Over many of her most precious gifts nature has thrown a veil devoid of beauty, and under it these treasures are unappre- ciated and trampled under foot. Patiently they wait under their homely covering until the moment comes when they spring Into light, dazzling the world with their fresh beauty. BLOTS. BY JULIA A. NICHOLS. Before me lies an open copy-book. At the top of its once pure and glossy pages, is a printed copy. A child's hand, a careless little hand, slowly guiding a pen over the paper, trying to imitate the line above, has made an ugly blot upon the page, And left the whole disfigured. Had the most elegant penman written there instead of the child, and the blot been made just the same, the page would have been spoiled. In winter, when the carpet of glistening snow is spread over the earth, wc can most easily discover blots and blemishes; for men trample the delicAte crystals under foot until we can hardly realize that the mud-stained covering was once white and spotless. But tho ugliest blots are those which wrong doing leaves upon the lives of men. A man’s faults, among which are idleness, selfishness and profanity, are all blots on his character. Intemperance is one of the most unsightly blots on the face of our land. The women of our country are now trying to check this great evil; and slowly, but surely are succeeding, where the men have failed. If the young ladies do not wish to visit the various saloons of our cities, they may. at least, banish wine from their tables on the first day of the year, when all thould make good resolutions. If they did cease to offer the poison to their friends, there would be a decrease in the number of our jail occupants throuj the year, and thus one page of our natioi record would be less blotted and disfigure The world was created fair and bcautif but the first man, by his sin, made a blot the page which was never erased until “G sent Ilia only begotten son into the wor! that whosoever bclieveth in him, should r perish, but have everlasting life. Wc may erase the blots on our vario copy-books, but we cannot help seeing th they have been there. The page never loo as perfect as at first. Tho biota on our chi actcrs—our sins—we cannot erase. The blood of Christ only can do this p, felly; and Christ alono is able to prtto us before God “ without spot or wrinkle any such thing.” OPEN YOUR MOUTH AND SHUT YOUR EYES. BY IDA J. MOKKISON. They were two little gills, I heard sajin 1“ Open your mouth and shut your eyes. And I’ll give you something to make you wise.' The one addressed did not hesitate moment, but did as she wns requested, wi so much faith and confidence expressed her face, that it would have seemed qu heartless to disappoint that expectant lot What she received was something good, ai she looked as if she thought it was just it should be. This little incident made me think, tl in childhood wc almost always befleVc tl things arc just what they should be. have faith in all around us, and never thi that the world is half as artful as in af life we find it to be. Childhood to me seems as sweet, and pu and trustful, as the opening bud in t spring time. The bud, as it grows day day. does not question, “ nad I letter gro’ If I do, perhaps cold winds and hard rai will come; then what shall I do? t grows on and opens farther each day, that may drink in the sparkling dews, soft ra and gentle sunshine, which the good G has sent it. Thus it grows and oxp r.ds a soon ! ecomea a beautiful blossom. The child, like the bud, grows and dev opes as the days pass on, but she has h some of the graces of childhood, much the sweet simplicity which was so udmir is gone, and she does not trust every one she used to. She lias learned that she ci not go through the world, opening her moi and shutting her eyes, for sometimes would be filled with very bitter things. But though the world may seem to very deceitful, at times, and wc may feel tl we cannot have faith in any human boil there is One al ovc and over all. who can trusted by any one, from childhood to age. When He says to us, Open y mouth and I will fill it, we may be sure tl He will give us only that which is best. HIGH SCHOOL ANNUAL. 7 NATURE AND ART. BY n. B. WAGONER. These two agents, the one relating to life, the other to its comforts, conveniences and luxu- ries, widely differ. Nature as the producer of the means employed by art, is, of course, the most important; but art should not for this reason l c despised. Both are greatly useful in their proper spheres, but nature is the most needful and in some cases the letter of the two. For nature is able to produce results unattainable by art, and the same to a degree is true of art in respect to nature. In illustration of the first point, let us take the process of germination, seemingly very simple, but altogether unattainable by art, for all that art is able to do towards this process is to place the seed in such a position that nature may perform her part. In illustration of the second, art is able to build railroads and steamboats, results en- tirely out of the reach of nature, although it is she who furnishes the material. Nature and art arc often very beneficial when used together, so that in manufactures nature and art go hand in hand, each doing its own part and each assisting the other. Nature, though often slower than art, is the surer of the two; she is all the more intri- cate, it being a part of the business of art to study nature. Many of the operations of the latter are performed secretly and out of sight, while most of the operations of art are performed openly and are understood. Nature is the creation of God, and is pro- portionally more beautiful and wonderful; while art, being the creation of man, is not as wonderful, although still very interesting, and both should teach us to direct our attention to the study of the beauties and wonders which surround us on all sides. SILENT INFLUENCE. BY IDA A. BROWN. It is truly a grave thought that each one, t Tiowever insignificant, exerts an influence, almost imperceptible in some cases, more evident in others, but always for good or f evil. We can hardly appreciate the power of the wordless language of actions, the net work of silent influences, acting and re-act- ing among us; and the fact that we may Ire unconsciously helping to mould the destiny of another, shows with what jealous care we should guard our actions. It is impossible for us to know what is passing in the minds of those with whom we arc associated, and of course we can not tell what impression our actions may pro- duce; and thus, though innocent of evil iutention, we may exert a bad influence. Perhaps some friend or acquaintance has been led into error by false friends. We may, by an unjudicious manifestation of that coldness which we feel his action deserves, instead of making hint feel his wrong con- duct, drive him into the very companionship from which we would have him withdrawn. Thoughtlessness is a very fertile soil for misconceptions and unintentionally bad influence. No doubt, many of us have, by a thoughtless act, lost true friends, who might have exerted a good influence over our entire lives. Many whom we sought to benefit by our influence, have been driven from us with bitter feelings, through mere thought- lessness on our part. Books may be classed with silent workers, and they form a most powerful agent in the world. A person may be spoiled by reading light, ill-written and questionable literature, while on the other hand a really good book is fruitful in wholesome influences. In conclusion, I would say that as we can- not always judge what influence our conduct may exert, nor how wide-spread that influ- ence may be, it is our duty not only to govern our conduct in relation to the wilful wrong wo may inflict upon others, but with reference to that which may result from our example. MEMORY. BY KATIE MORE. Webster defines memory as “ The faculty of the mind by which it retains the know- ledge of previous thoughts or events; ” and how thankful we should be that this fac- ulty has been given to tho mind. What a dreary world this would be to some if it were not for memory ! Their present lives may be those of care and sadness, still, by the aid of this friend, .they arc enabled to live again that .portion of their lives that was the most happy and joyous. Memory is one of our best friends, rejoicing when we rejoice, and grieving when we are sad. The poet Rogers calls memory the sister of solitude, and how appropriately. It is when we are alone that memory gen- erally exerts her most powerful sway; at sonic times .bringing before our minds the events of years ago, and again recalling those which happened a few days since. Memory has its pleasures and its sorrows. With what gratification do we go back to the years of our childhood; although our hair may be gray, our sight dim, and we may be fcebled with age, yet, under memory’s power wo are again young, as the sports and games of our youth return to us one by one; the faces of youthful companions revisit us, the intervening years are forgotten, and wc imagine that wc are again children. Soon reality makes known her presence, calling us back to this life of care and action; but only for a time. As soon as opportunity affords we depart with memory on another tour. It may seem strange to some that memory should ever bring sadness; but nearly all of us have in our lives performed actions which wc afterward regret. As these misdeeds are brought before us by memory, wc feel almost angry that we allow ourselves to think of them ; then, in order to break the unpleasant spell memory has cast about us, wc engage in some active employment. As our actions arc the instruments upon which memory is dependent for its lights and shadows, wc Bhould be careful that our deeds are such as will render our memory of them pleasant. We send forth our souls on the wings of day dreams to try and unlock the doors of the future, and although tlicy cannot open its inner doors they may unlock the outer ones, and make us content to trust the future to our Maker. Carrie Corr. Any back numbers of the Annual, from its publication in 1857 to 1872, will be grate- fully received by the editors, at the High J School. FACULTY. E. O. HOVEY, A. M., Principal. JAS. M. QUINLAN, A. M., Vice-Principal. A. BAXTER MKR AIN, A. M. J. L. HUFF RON, A. M. ARTHUR B. GRIFFEN, A. B.. RICHARD C. NEWTON. A. B. FRMAI.F. DEPARTMENT. Miss EMMA PARKE SMITH,Vice-Principal. Miss MARIE A. MARCHER, Miss LENA A. BOSWORTH, Miss LAURA P. IIILL, Miss ISADORE M. WIN A NS, Mis MILLIE A. FORSTER, Miss ELLA O. BROWN. OFFICERS. IIRSPERIAN literary association. President, E. O. Hovey. Vice-President, C. W. Connell. Recording Secretary, F. W. Canfield. Corresponding Secretary, H. M. Hall. Treasurer, Wu. A. Dougall. montago literary association. President. Miss Emma Parke Smith. ., . t Miss Marie A. Marcher, Vice-Presidents } Ml(t LlWA A B worth. Recording Secretary, Miss Mklbib E. Hall. Corresponding Sec., Miss Eva S. Brooks. Treasurer, Miss Lillie Adams. Librarian, Miss Ella U. Van Kburrn. PRIZES OF THE CLASS OF 1876. Prize Oration, Cyrus E. V. Pool. Prize Essay, Miss Minnie L. Lyon. “Tichcnor Medal.” Miss Emma Donning. Highest per cent, in final examination, Miss Mary H. Richards. “ Hovey Medal,” George V. Rockwell. NAMES OF PUPILS. 1876-77. flBNIOBS. OKNTLKMKN. Louis V. Buim Horace M. Hall George G. Brown Richard Harrington Albert D. Burgoeser ThomasW. I.auterborn Charles w. Connell Daniel McMillan Harry JI. Dawson Harry A. Pirsson John U. Dent Edward Higgs William A. Dougall Fred N. Kutnn Arthur C. Dougherty William Scarlett, Jr. William G. Uainski Rotiert B. Sinclair Louis T. Wias Lillie Adams Norma P. Allen Hattie M. Bailey Fannie J. 0. Baldwin Emma E Beardsley May E. Bedell , Addic C. Beers Zctta Best Eva S. Brooks C. Belle Burnett Ida J. Bush Hattie J. Clark Jeasiv L. Coe Susie B. Conover Annie C. Day Agnes B Green Mclbic E. Hall Vina Haskins Ida M. Hatcher Hattie B. Hatha Nellie L. Hold) Abbie J. Hoppaugh Annie S. Hoppaugh Allio I. Johnson Maggie A. Lemon Lizzie A. Lennon Mary I. Lombard Elida G. Lowery Julia Merry Nellie L. Morris Adelaide Peck Minnie 1). Riley G. Estelle Rosa Nina I). Scars Agnes L. Spellmcycr Fannie B. Taylor Annie L Tichenor Clara E. Trapliagen Lizzie F. Tuito Ella U. Van Kcuren Jennie Van Wyck Minnie E. Wcstervelt JUNIORS. OK.NTI.KMKN. A. F. Peterson E. Pomeroy J. Abclcs J. H. Blanchard S. 11 Cairns F. W. Canfield W. D. Cowan, Jr. F. F Cris cy F. F. D dand A. France!x F. O. Foxcroft F. N. Gleason P. P. Griffin E. F. Hngeman A. Johnson 0. E. La Forge D. G. Mnclay H. B Nichols W. C. Richardson E. H. Rockwell C. A. Schenk F. Schwartzwacldcr E. Schwartz J. M. Seymour J. N. Utter A. S. Ward II. E. Ward J. B White G M. Whitfield E. W. Woodruff J. M. Woodruff II. B. Wagoner I.ADIKS. Eliz ibeth Agate L. C. Alston Sophroni Anderson Hattie C. Allen Carrie M. Baldwin Minnie F. Bines M. Ida Boydcn Ida Brown Emma Brown Annie Burgyes Fannie Buchanan Cclie Canfield Aggie B. Clark Carrie Coit Laura Crane Minnie M. Cnno Lizzie Cation Nettie A. Davidson Emma J. Dean Jennie L. Eylcs Jennie A. Freeman E la R. Gegeidieiincr Jennie A. Gem ir Sophia Gloricux Amy D. Harrison Lottie H Healy Nellie S. Hewitt Emma A. Issler Agnes J. Miner Carrie Morehouse Essie A. Morris Josic Morton S. Ida Newton Jennie Olds Minnie Osborn E. Jennie Annie Poinier Alice Pointer Mary Plume Lucy A. Richards Jennie D (tighter Ida M. Rtnke Groce ltikcr Matilda J. Speer Lizzie J. Stringer L.tna Stiinsby Lcma Smith Mary A. Sullivan Anita Belle Tuttle M try Tyler Millie Tichenor Minnie S. Umboch Lizzie Van Ness Emma Varney Ada M. Vreeland Mattie E. Weed Edmali J. Reeve Lizzie Wyckoff Ida F. Kinsey Mattie Wyckoff Victoria Mulliuson Josic Wood Carrie Ward SECOND TEAR CLASS. OKNTl.KMKN. F. G. Abott D. Klein J. L. Adams D. Koch II. C. A Men I). S. Lyon E. S. Allen L. R. Menagh M. G. Baldwin G. 11. Miller S. R. Bastcn H. II. Miller L. Bicrman G. E. Moore F. E. Boyd L. C. Overhiser G. W. Breingan G. W. Perry R. K. Clark H. 8. Peters J. S. Cone G. W. Reeve J. S. Cooke F. N. Reynolds I). W. Crane E. L. Rodrigo ’. F. Darlington C. Roff F. W. Dilly A. J. Runyon C. L. Dougherty G. C. Stnillie II. F. Emmc R. Stringer R. C. Erb F. H. Sturtevant J. K. Gore H. Turrell W. II. Gregory F. Umbschcidcn F. L. Hatch R. P. Vanderhoof W. L. Hazcn J. N. Vrecland E. F. Henson F. Waller G. C. Howell H. J. Wnlther E. C. Ward LADIKS. Jessie C. Andrews Ida M. More Lizzie P. Baldwin Minnie A. Myers Agnes Berg Emma I). Mclick Titlic F. Baker F. Addcrly Morehouse Ross Rlunt M. A Hie Moore Elizi Baldwin Emily B. Mentz J. Minnie Baldwin Julia A. Nichols Laura Brewster Hattie Popper Marie!la Crane Ella E. Putnam Sara E. Christie Kate E. Price Lillie E. Cniras M. Emma Reeve Abbie L. Clark Jennie C. Ritchie Susie II. Coe Ilcttie S. Reeve Kittle B. Davies Isabella Rice Ida E. Drake K. Lulu Rolierts Florence A. Dyer Mary A. Rucscli Anna L. Doremus Belle K. Rutan Isabel Dunbreck Ida A. Shippcu Lauia A. Doland Phebe Slater Emma L. Dickinson Anna Smith Clara L. Eyles Carrie V. Stephens Lottie Edwards Jeasic W. Stephens Kate Galvin Anna M. Stoll Mollio Grass Jennie Summers Cora B. ll igny Cora K Smith Carrie A. H dbrook P. Lillie Siiber M. Mulivsn Harrison Anua Florence Swan Ruth Hampson Bertha M. Taylor Bel Hampton Helen L. Tuttle Nellie A. Healy Amelia V. Tuttle M. Addie Healy C. Jennie Tichenor Carrie Y. Haulcnbcek May T. Tracy Alice G. Hendry AUie Van Alstvnc Amelia E. Hey Minnie Vroelitnd Carrie A. Irwin Olive A. Van Houten Jennie E. Johnson M. Augusta Ward Grace E. Knowles Ella A. Wriglcy Bella L. Kirstcad Maggie L. Westbrook Jennie Kutnerle Jennie A. Walsh H ittic A. Lovatt Ella J. Wharton Wilhcmina Luchman Anna H. Woodruff riRST YEAR CLASS. OKNTl.KMKN. E. Andrew II. B. Baker G. Banker W. D. Bennett A. J. Berg G. Betke R. W. Biocmcke F. W. Boggs W. E. Bowles P. J. Brady 0. W. Kitchell II. Koch, Jr. C. A. Landinesser F. M Leake G. R. Leman J. Levi F. M. Littcll E. Lou.vcnstcin J. Loewenstein A. T. Lyde H. B. Britten J. P. Mead M. 8. Brown 8. Mills W. G. Brucn H. E. Ncwhoff W. P. Cleaver E. Newman M. II. Collins G. F. H. Noble L. Coughlin R. P. Palm C. A. Crane A. Pentz L M. Crane M. V. Perkins W. Crane E C. Pier C. G. Darlington C. W. Pollard W. H. Davidson C. H. Redman G. W. Dodd O. H. Richards R. P. Dodd W. Dovcll G. C. Riggs E. E. Rot lie W. B. Dunham C. Ryeraon A. 51. Durand J. B. Scarlett A. Engles J. C. Scliarwell, Jr. J. Eckert E. Schtoss A. F. Eggcre, Jr. J. Schneider S. B. Farrell 11. Schwarzkopf E. B. Florence F. H. Sickles J. Froehlich G. 51. Simonson W. E. Fordham J. Snupc II. Gerhard E. W. Smyth A. Giesc G. II. Stansbury N. O. Gleason W. C. Stinson V. C. Green H. S. Sulphcn A. W. IIayes C. I). Targctt C. W. Hewitt 0. C. Thompson T. N. Hogg J. E. Thompson B. Hood E. SV. Tryon E. A. Horr J. C. Turner, Jr. J. Hunt A. J. Van Riper C. Ingalls A. R. Whittemore G. B. Jcnkinson, Jr. G. L. Wilde C. L. Joralemon E. S. Willis A. Kearney E. M. Wilson E. L. Woodruff I. AIM BS. Agatha C. Anderson Laura Applegate Minnie Aschenbach Bertha Beatty Laura J. Bennett Katie M. Betts Kitlie Belcvre Lizzie M. Bingham Lydia E. Bailey Clara Bedford Clara Bentley Emily Blake Sadie E. Bowers Esther Bradford Matxd Brown Iila Bell Brown Josic Uurrnge Fannie N. Callender Florence Canfield Jennie Church S. Isaliellc Crane Alice J. Dane Nora Dawson Lottie W. Dean Jessie K. Doremus Abide J. Duke Julia C. Dunlap Addie M. Eadcrs Ella Elston Laura M. Fairchild Addie E. Geers Lizzie Graves Laura C. Greene Lizzie E. Griffiths Laura E. Guerin lennie Harding Minnie Gulick Helen Hawley Lizzie Hogle Annie Honeywell Ida M. Jilson Carrie Johnson Lizzie Jones Minnie E. Kennedy Gussic Kmscy Aggie Kitchell Lillie Kitchell Millie E Lache Laura K. Lnndmcsscr Girlie Langstroth M. I.oui.-a Ia-nch Miriam Lagowitz I.izz e B Littcll Lizzie Mains Hattie E. McKoon El inn McNoble Addie McPeck Emma Millen Julia Merry Florence A. Miller Maud Miller Mattie M. Miller Laura B. Morris Mary J. Morris Ida J. Morrison K-.tic More Mary A. Ogden Florence Patton Ida Pierson Dora B. Rarick Annio L Reed Evelyn M. Rigloy Annio L. Rodgers Ella Hu � cil Fannie W. Robinson Emma J.ouisa Sayre Jennie Scarlett Kiltie Scheerer Km in a Schneider Addie Skinucr M. Josic Scats Lillie E. Seeley Nellie H. Smith Minnie K. Smith . 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FUSSELL’S Ice Cream is made from fresh, pure cream direct from the Alderney dairies of Orange County (New York) ; and is believed to be the best to be had at any price. The aim of this establishment for the past twenty eight years, has been to offer its patrons every improvement to better the quality of the Ice Cream—quality first—price afterward. The popularity gained for the flavor and delicacy of FUSSELL’S Charlotte RUSSE, is a guarantee of all that is represented. Try them, they are the cheapest, best and most convenient dessert you can have, only 50 cents per dozen. No. FRANK FUSS ELL, 880 J3ROA.D STREET, NEWARK, N. J. Send Orders by Telephone. i cS8o. THE HIGH SCHOOL ANNUAL, A SELECTION OF ESSA VS AND ORATIONS ISSUED BY THE SCHOLARS OF THE Newark Public High School. Printed by L. J. Hardliam, Newark, N. J. THE HIGH SCHOOL ANNUAL. VOL IV. NEWARK. N. J., JANUARY 1.1880. No. 1. EDITORS FOR THE CLASS OF 'So. Bruno Hood. Owe W. Kitchell. Lizzie K. Graves. Florence Patton. E D I T O R I A L . Among the numerous gods which found their place in the Roman Pantheon, there is one whom we would draw forth from antiquity. It is Janus, the god who pre- sided over the beginning of everything. He was regarded as the guardian deity of gates, and therefore is represented with a double head. For, said the ancients, even, door looks two ways, to the entrance and to the exit: to the past and to the future, to that which to a large extent is known to us, and that which we arc yet wholly to experience. How fit a representation for this Christ- mas season is Janus. We may now con- sider ourselves at a door which will soon shut out from us the old year, with its weal and its woe ; —the weal, the gradual increase of prosperity in God’s most cherished land; the woe. the evil, which, as far as men know, all time bears in her bosom. Soon this door will open and spread out before us the mazy new year—the maze that conceals good and evil which we, with our short sight, cannot distinguish. But before this door closes, and forever shuts out from us the old year, let us in this Annual reflect the work and changes in the High School in the last year. With the new year the High School will enter upon the twenty-sixth year of its existence. The building remains the same; none but those within it know the pressing need for larger accommodations. The course of instruction has been greatly improved. We have to record the intro- duction of three new studies: Drawing, which gives the young ladies and gentle- men an opportunity to evidence their skill by embellishing the blackboards with marvelous designs: Mental Arithmetic, from which we shall undoubtedly receive much benefit : and Physical Geography, which is the exclusive privilege of the Second Year Class. Another important change in the young ladies’ department has been made so that now either a classi- cal, - scientific or commercial course of education may be pursued. During the past year much esteemed teachers have left us: Miss Laura P. Hill, now Mrs. Hyatt; Miss Lena A. Bosworth, who has accepted a position in the Mt. Auburn Seminary, Cincinnati, Ohio ; and 4 TUE JEW. Mr. J. Watson Smith, who has given up teaching as a vocation and entered into commercial life. Miss Allen fills Miss Hill’s place as teacher of the Second Year Class; Miss Crane, the former teacher of the First Year Class, is now holding Miss Bosworth's position as a teacher of the Junior Class; and Mr. William A. Drake has been appointed teacher of Bookkeeping and Penmanship. The life of the merry maidens, who daily flock to the classic halls of the High School, moves on smoothly with few occur- rences of special importance to the world around. The familiar faces of the Class of 79 greet them no more as they wander through their spacious courts. The Junior, Second and First year classes of last year, have each advanced one grade, and the rooms of the First Year Class have been filled with a new flock of tender lambs, eager to feed in the fertile fields of Ancient History and Latin Grammar. The older sheep amble along serenely under the watchful care of their several shepherds. The boys, equally merry, if less lamb- like, undergo similar experiences as the maidens. Their course, too, moves on without a ripple under the guardianship of sterner, yet equally kind natures. Thus, year by year, our Alma Mater un- folds her treasures to the eager minds of her children, and sends forth a little band, with at least a good foundation for the education of after life. But the merry Christmas bells call us to our annual greeting, and with sincere earnestness we wish our readers a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year. Pritt Oration of «879. T H E J E W . BV DAVID T. KLEIN. Man delights in antiquity—in viewing the past. He scans the pages of history to observe the course of human develop- ment— the progress of the world in civili- zation. While thus engaged, vast monu- ments loom up which have withstood the wrecks of time. Such a monument is the Jew. To gather traditions of the Jew’s exist- ence. we have to trace him, through dif- ferent stages of civilization, in every part of the habitable globe. His history, which is a series � f long persecutions and oppressions, has de- veloped those national proclivities which have occasioned his peculiar thoughts and his irreconcilable differences. In medixval times the Jew presents a picture of horror and gloom. ‘•Circum- scribed in his rights, driven from place to place, excluded from honorable occupa- tion, degraded and kept in close quarters, the Ghettoes ; “ robbed by penurious and chivalric noblemen, butchered by fanati- cal religionists, tormented by ridicule, false accusations and attempts at conver- sion “ looked upon as sacred, and held as contemptible, the chosen of God and yet the persecuted of man. Still as sons of one Father, this “obdurate and anom- THE JEW. 5 alous” people exist, scattered yet not separated. No human power has broken their solitary unity—the Jew is invinci- ble—a phenomenon in the annals of man- kind. Reconciled to humanity, he now climbs the long ladder of life, glorying in his present, hopeful of his future. In religion, obedience to God has been his greatest law, as it was the foundation of his ancient government—the The- ocracy - a government administered by man, but ordained by the Divine Being— a government of tutelage—a mean be- tween the effete monarchies of the old world and the free republics of the new. Its laws, which form the foundation of one-half of all existing religions, aim at the moral perfection of the individual and the welfare of society; their elementary principles, •‘self-sanctification and broth- erly love,” arc still and will ever be the chief elements of any government of the people. There is an entire blending of ins religion and his government, for “his law was his religion, and his religion was his law.” The Jew was compelled to be educated in his law an institution pecu- liar to himself—and had man been more perfect, this government of the Jew, a combination of his civil and moral law, would undoubtedly have endured until the present time. The divine origin of his laws, their practicability and self-rejuve- nating power, and, above all. the Jew’s knowledge and attachment to the same, has undoubtedly aided the perpetuation of his race. But the perpetuation of the Jewish character forms another interesting pro- blem of inquiry. Jew in • features, in mental characteristics, in customs, and above all in religion, he has always identi- fied his interests with his country, and imbibed the spirit of the people with whom he associated; he has readily ac- commodated himself to every soil, every climate, every grade of society, every form of government. In manners and customs he is oriental, being steadfast, grave, liberal- - is shrewd in intellect. He docs not look at the form, but at the soul. During his ancient days he was somewhat revengeful, but his revenge did not con- sist in the claim of a pound of flesh. This is a poet’s fiction, who has turned against the Jew an old Italian anecdote. History shows the Jew as an active agent in the intellectual developments of the world, notwithstanding his many per- secutions. When unmolested he has lavished his stores of knowledge upon humanity and produced a galaxy of men who shine on the horizon of history as stars of the first magnitude. Teachers, who gather about them eager disciples; poets, who sung his joys and sorrows; historians, who recorded his sufferings and victories; philosophers, who pondered over metaphysics; statesmen, who deliberated on his civil formulas; and financiers, who wrought out his financial systems. The Jew’s literary works, which in his earlier days rose to great splendor, arc characterized by Greek refinement and love of nature and of God. His lan- guage is intrinsically beautiful, and pos- sesses elegance of expression, strength and conciseness. In the higher arts, especially music and poetry, the Jew manifests his genius, and with pride points to Mendelssohn and Heine. During late years he has taken an active interest in science, history and politics. He has an enthusiasm for whatever objects attracts his attention. “Obstinate Judaism,” says a prominent German writer, “ writhes and twists itself through all sorts of obstacles, and, whenever a new culture rises, it fastens upon it to suck up into it- self its essence.” 6 LEGENDS OF ARTI I UK. It is also interesting to note tho Jew’s progress in trade. First, a pastoral and nomadic; then a settled and agricultural, and finally an almost exclusively commer- cial people. During the Dark Ages, the branches of trade lie entered into were those which, in ease of an attack, he could easily concentrate and remove or conceal; hence lie dealt in precious stones, money, and became the great banker of the world. While other coun- tries were at war, he maintained traffic between them, largely increased his wealth, and otherwise bettered his condi- tion. Although the Jew has energy and enterprise as a merchant, he has seldom taken kindly to the mechanical arts, his many persecutions probably preventing him from engaging in manual labor. If the Jew is close at a bargain, he carries out his contracts, inflicts no paupers upon the community, and is always ready with open hand to aid the needy of any race or creed. But what of the present condition of the Jew the Jew of the Nineteenth Century? Is he still the same oppressed man of ancient days? No! for a new light has dawned upon him—persecution and intolerance has almost ceased to exist. Me no longer exercises his law in dark- ness—no longer praises God in secret. He with joy beholds the closing of the vast chasm which has so long separated him from his fellow beings; he now honors the men of every religion who seek and love truth, lie views the man, not his religion. And so he shall pass on through his- tory until truth shall have dominion over all. every country shall be a home for the free, every government a beacon light of liberty, and all mankind shall be brethren with equal rights and privileges; until every Gentile shall exclaim, as in Les- sing's “Nathan the Wise:” “Nathan! Nathan! You arc a Christian ! A better Christian never was and his Jewish brother shall answer him : “ Well for us ! For what makes me Christian in your eyes, makes you in mine, Jew. Prize Essay of 1879. LEGENDS OF ARTHUR. BY HANNAH M. COLLT. THE Greeks cherished legends of ancient heroic days, when Theseus and Perseus ruled in Greece, when Jason went on his perilous quest, and Achilles, “ the divine,' filled up the short measure of his days with glorious deeds. The Romans looked back fondly to stories of “ pious Eneas,” of the godlike Hector, and of the glories of ancient Troy, as the mother of mighty Rome. We also are not without legends of heroes. For us. too, there arc talcs of an heroic age ; not like those of the Ro- mans, still less like those of the Greeks, no more resembling the classic fable than a Gothic cathedral the Parthenon. Clus- tering around the name of Arthur, they are a “ chronicle and brief abstract of the Middle Ages in which they grew. LEGENDS OF ARTHUR. 7 They embody in themselves the heart and soul of chivalry. Arthur, the noble king, the minstrels sang, held his “governance benign ” over the British Island at the time when, along the northern coast of France, no part of the Liturgy was daily sent up to God with such fervor as the petition. “ A furore Nor manorum, libera nos Domine. In twelve great battles Arthur taught the pagan to fear the banner of Christ : and he governed his land with justice, so that wrong hid itself in secret corners from the light of his laws. And of all things the king “ loved chivalrie, and of all men he honored I.auncclot of the Lake as the flower of chivalry. As Arthur is the type of the true king, so Launcclot was to the mediaeval mind a picture of the loyal knight, “ never yet o'ermatchcd of any man.” Forms of women, mingling with the knights, move through the legends. First of all, in beauty and in rank, the great Queen Guinevere, who, working with her “gentle lord, was to have had — Power on this dark land to lighten it. And power on this dead world to make it lire but, “to his height she would not,—or she could not climb.” By the side of the great queen stands one in whom arc met mingled, sweetness and dignity, endurance and courage. “ Next the queen in beauty,” goes the re- cord, richer in the treasures of a full wo- man's heart,—Enid, daughter of Yniol, helpful and loving daughter; Enid, wife of Geraint, strong and loving wife. One more name added makes up the triad of noted women. Elaine, Lily of Astolat, the maiden half ethereal, floating away out of life before aught earthly had fastened itself to her virgin robes. When Tennyson tells us the story of these three, he satisfies our finest ideal imaginings. It is as if. in the dim, rich aisle of some old-time abbey, we stood before three pictures of three women, who had lived in ages past. On one side, mid flushes of crimson and depths of purple shade, a queen, “fairest of all flesh,” whose restless, glowing beauty holds the eye a willing subject, and bends the knee in instinctive homage. On the other side, a face of “ spirit, fire and dew,” a child's face with a bewildered sadness upon it. a sorrow hardly comprehended, and but half a sorrow: and, looking through the eyes, a spirit so slightly bound to earth that the first harsh touch of grief must loose the fastening. Be- tween these two, a noble lady, gentle and pure, eyes of sorrow displaced by joy: one to love, and in whose love to gain help and strength. And beneath the three pictures are written the names— Guinevere. Elaine, Enid. Of all beauty the “ beauty of holiness is the highest. Thither must all fairness lead. The ancient bards crowned their talcs of chivalry and glory with the story of the Holy Grael, a symbol, and a glorious one, the Holy Vessel, “ Blood of God, visible expression of the love of Christ.” To Launcclot it appeared, though far off and veiled: to Bohort, the good ; to Perccvale, the meek ; to Gala- had. the pure, the “just and faithful knight of God.” By those only could it be seen with “ clean hands and a pure heart.” Two influences, religion and patriotism, bind together the scattered fragments of these old legends. For the Celts, all of longing for independence, all of love of freedom, clung to the name of Arthur: for them he was not dead. Excalibur only rested, until he who was wont to wield it, coming back from the Vale of Avalon, should once more take it up and 8 THE SEVEN SISTERS OF SONG-1-AN I). lift his people from oppression and wrong. A glorious hope it was for the Celt. Arthur was the royal man. • From his shoulders and upward higher than any of the people. Strong to fight against evil, and wise “with the wisdom of love to govern in peace. What wonder that the old bard. Merlin, sang: “My prophetic soul foretells it. Like the dawn he will arise from his mysterious retreat ?” Arthur is not dead; the man who can rule and dare not lie. Woe to the age that counts him dead. “ Like the dawn he ariseth and the nations desire him “more than they that watch for the morning. THE SEVEN SISTERS OF SONG LAND. BY KMMA SCHNEIDER, to. Fa , far Away, in Fancy's distant realms. Lies (air ami bright the beauteous Isle of Song ; O'er which through summer suns nnd winter snows. In sovereign sway, rule seven sisters fair. This isle enchanted is. and though’twould seem That herein Song's fair land, nor storm nor cold Should ever leave their marks on hill or dale. Yet has the sun his yearly course pursuing Seen clouds hang heavy o'er th‘ enchanted Isle. And heard the waves wild thunder at the shores. And why is this? Ilecause the sisters fair. Who dwell on yonder hill, would have it so. As children at their play grow weary, oft Of the one toy. tliough pleasing in itself. So to die mind a never ending spring Would lose its charms ; for every day would be A repetition of die former one. And so the seven sisteis said, when they Transported hither were, long sears gone l� y, I .ci seasons ever change, moons wax and wane. And storm and calm their frown or smile bestow. That sometimes fair and bright our days may be. And sometimes dark and gloomy, as on earth. How then is it enchanted? Every one Who setteth foot upon this fair domain Sees with new eyes the beauties of the fields And flowers nnd woods and waters. Nature speaks To eye and list'ning ear with other notes Than formerly. And winter with its snows And blast and barren woodlands, is replete With beauties such as summer ne'er could give. And e'en though dark and dreary be the day, Yet still, in the enchanted isle, the eye Sees something more than common eyes behold. If but the hidden semblance which the day To times in man's deep inward nature bears. When all the light of joy and hope within Is dimmed by clouds of gnef. On yonder hill Which overlooks the heaving snow-crest waves. The seven sisters dwell, most fair to lee. The eldest. Epopca, tall and datk. With raven tresses from her calm brow caught And held secure with band ol purest pearls— Tliose gems befitting dignity and grace. Her sintciy form in flow ing mantle clothed. A garment toyal. With majestic trend She moves. And of the many pilgrims bold Who daily walk the isle—the souls who seek That which is beautiful and good—those come To K pope a, whose delight it is To heat rcheaned the wondrous deeds and great Of heroes brave. For Kpopea loves To sing in measures full of harmony The praises of some hero—his exploits And all that him befell And. if, sometimes Than just the truth a little more she tells. And weave into her tale some fancies bright. Which have in her own mind their origin. For this we chide her not. For well we know That this add grace and (scanty 10 her tale. And those who for a thrilling story seek. Are drawn to dark-eyed Drama, who relates To them wild tales of horror. Yet sometimes She wearies of this tragic mood and sings A song brimful of mirth and harmless fun. And oft she stories full of pathos tells. Which draw from all who listen to her words The tears of sympathy. Most beautiful Withal, though sometimes awe inspiring, she. Next Lyna is seen, with golden flute. The fairest and the loveliest of all. Her hair a mass of sunbeams and her eye SUCCESS IN LIFE. 9 A bit of heaven's blue. Her skin like cloud Of creamy white, and on her cheek the tint Of blushing rosy dawn. With lightsome step She trips along. She loves tlw mossy woods. And as she passes by, the flowers look up And smile nnd nod, while overhead the birds Their love-song ch anting in their leafy bowers. Sing sweetest songs of welcome to their loved And loving mistress. She is often sought By pilgrims to the isle. By those sometimes Whose hearts of gl idnes and of joy a e full. Who And in her a loving, sweet response. Hut oftentimes with bleeding hearts and worn The weary o es tome weeping to her feet, Who. cheered and soothed with tender songs of hope. And faith, and trust, go forth again with joy. With hearts, by tier caresses dear, renewed. Thus I.vria. to all who seek, speaks words Adapted to their feelings; and. tho grief Or joy prevail, with tend'rest sympathy. t here, peeping from behind the hushes tall, Pastorit stands, a nut-brown mountain maid. ithin her hand the shepherd's hooked staff. She loves on mountain high and steep to roam. And through the forest and by riverside. And nil who love the scenes of nature wild. The rocky caverns anti the waterfalls Which rush from out the rugged mountain's sale. List to her song. In measures simply sweet. She sings the rural sceu'ty picturesque. And there Klcgia with mournful smile. And slow, sad step, is seen; her garb of gray Beseeming well her mien so sorrowful. She chants the dirges for departed souls. Anri those whose hearts bereavement has n ade sore. I.OVC well her s.id and mournful strain to hear. And now are left tnit two, whose names ties peak Their characters. Didactica, w hose face Is stern and grave. By those who wish to learn Slie most is -ought Her mission t« to leach. Satiria. who trits with laughing scorn. The weaknesses of all the human race. And wrong reproves, with faithful heart ami Into. t hese arc the seven sisters; thus they dwell In Song enchanted land, in harmony And concord. There they rule; nnd all may come As pilgrims to the Isle. Its gates are ope'd For all to enter who may wish to tread Its shores enchanted. Many have lieen there. And many more will go ; for all delight To hear the swcet-voiccd sisters, and to And A respite from the toils and cares of earth ; Amt all reium again with gladdened hearts And purer souls. la ng live the I .and of Song! SUCCESS IN LIFE. BY H. S. SUTPHEN. •« To US who are starting out in life per- haps the most important question that can be asked is “ How can I make my life a success? In order to answer this question let us inquire. What is success? and what elements of character have rendered the lives of others successful ? In the general acceptation of the term, success in life is the accomplishment of that object for which we aim ; it is the doing of that thing which we set out to do ; the accomplishment of that purpose which we set out to perform. Success is viewed very differently by different persons. To one it is the acquisition of wealth, to another the at- tainment of great learning, and to an- other it may be some important scientific investigation : but. be it what it may. there are certain elements of character which arc essential to its attainment. The mariner, as he sails out from port, must have some haven in view to which he steers his vessel: so he, who starts out on life's voyage, must keep in view the port to which he is bound. In other IO SUCCESS IN LIFE. words he must have a definite aim a standard to be reached : and then, having before him the thing that he means to reach, he must pursue it, work for it. with a determination that knows no flinching. Honesty is the foundation of all suc- cess, and it may be said to be the most essential part. Many men. who have started in the world with nothing but a firm reputation for honesty, have ob- tained the highest success that this world could give to them. Lincoln, the poor wood-chopper’s son, commenced his life with nothing of this world’s goods ; but he had a strong principle of integrity, which led him through many temptations, over many obstacles, which other men of less firm principles have fallen into. Perseverance stands out very promi- nently as an element of success. A man who will hold fast to a thing and never let go, may expect to prosper in any un- dertaking in which he may engage. A man cannot make a success of any- thing if he is destitute of thoroughness. This is one of the chief foundation stones of the lives of successful men. He must perfectly master one thing before he un- dertakes another. If. when a mason begins to build a house, lie should leave out a stone here and there, he would never get his house built until he began at the foundation to build aright, placing each stone in its right position. It is just the same in any undertaking. Things must be done in the right way and at the right time; for if the mason was required to have the house finished in a certain time, and needed all the time to do it. and-should not begin to build the house until most of the time had passed, could he build it as it should be built? He could not. Due consideration should also be given to every undertaking before it is begun. It should be carefully thought over as to the best way of doing it. This makes a vast difference in the success of a man's life, and if one will only reason out the way a thing is to be done before he un- dertakes it. he will be more likely to suc- ceed in the end than a man who rushes into an undertaking without a moment’s thought. A man must have moral stamina in order to obtain true success. It is a fact that men who are religious have the most successful lives. In ancient times, when man did not have the culture of our day, the people were very pious. It is related of Scipio Africanus that he never began a public undertaking before he had prayed in the temple of Jupiter. In conclusion, it may be said that in order to attain success in life, a man must have honesty as the basis of a successful life. He must have perseverance in order to gainhis end. He should give careful thought to an undertaking before he at- tempts it. He must have inoral principle to have a life that is truly successful. Hut it must be remembered that a successful life does not altogether lay in the accumu- lation of money, or of any particular thing for our own good alone, but in having a life which will instruct and bene- fit others in the occupations in which they have engaged; and the man who does this in the highest and best way, lives one of the most successful lives that could be led. So live that when thy tunmioni cook� to join The innumerable caravan, that moves To the pule realms of shade, wlurro each shall take His chamber in the silent hall� of Death, Thou go not like the qu.irry-slnvc. at night. Scourged to his dungeon ; but, sustained and southed By an unfaltering trust, approach thy grave Uke onewho wraps the drapery of his couch About him. and lie down to pleasant (beams. Aik CASTLES. II AIR CASTLES. BY CLARA VALENTINE, 'll. Castle building is an art possessed only by a few. I have looked to the clouds for information, to the earth for the same purpose, and, now, Spirit of the Ideal, come to my aid. I feel that 1 am pro- gressing—let me proceed. •• Pshaw!” said some one at my side, •• What has all this to do with Air Cas- tles?” 1 looked, and behold there was J. Frost, Esq. I am naturally a polite young lady, and so instead of saying “ What do you know about it ? I simply looked at him. He, however, did not seem at all disconcerted by my silence, although 1 gave him three of my most impressive glances. ' You like Air Castles? he asked, as if they were some particularly nice kind of cake. I told him I never tasted any. He looked almost sad, then said, Come !” I went. Sailing far, far away in that vast immensity called the atmosphere, we soon arrived at our destination. All around were large, round, bright objects, like soap bubbles, and asking what they were, was told “ Air Castles. What will you see first ? said my friend. I replied, “ A model young gentleman. J. Frost, Esq., looked at me severely. “ Young lady, you think too much of model young gentlemen. “J. Frost, Esq., said I serenely, I have yet to see one. He shook his head disapprovingly, but went to the door of one of the castles and knocked. It opened, and there stood my model young gentleman. There was a sweet smile on his face. 1 like sweet smiles. His hair was a lovely brown, his teeth were as white as snow, the cut of his coat perfection, his hands encased in the finest of dark kids. J. Frost, Esq., took one of his hands and bit off a finger. “ Chocolate! said he. He cut off a piece of his coat. “Licorice! Have a bite? I -I decline. Then he broke off a piece of his chin. “ Vanilla ! Vc-ry good. I could stand it no longer, and rushed to the rescue of my model young gentle- man. but there was nothing left but his sweet smile. That smile haunts me still. J. Frost, Esq., led me to the next Air Castle. In it was a book, with Physiol- ogy written on it in large letters. On the first page was a skeleton, which, when the book was opened, seemed to come out and gradually fill the whole castle. J. Frost, Esq. broke off a portion of its anatomy. “Have a radius? I shook my head. “ Some phalanges ? I shook it more emphatically. “ A metacarpal ? A maxillary? I refused. J. Frost, Esq. looked very solemn. “ It's cake, child : you’ll never have another chance like this.” The chance, however, did not tempt me, so we proceeded to the next castle, at the door of which J. Frost, Esq., knocked and knocked, but received no answer. •• I guess X. Y and Z must be freezing themselves, said he at last. “ They’re ice cream, you know. he added in an ex- planatory tone, as he saw my look of amaze- ment. “We study Algebra on an improved plan here. When our problems are right, we arc allowed to cat our letters.” Just then a white mist filled the air, and j. Frost, Esq., pulled me hastily back, exclaiming “They've bursted themselves!” Hut where am I? In my chair to be sure: and are my model young gentle- man, my Physiology and my Algebra on an improved plan, naught but this? “ O Jack Frost! How could you so de- ceive me? 12 WRECKS—THE LADDER OF LIFE. WRECKS. «IV 0. «IAMMKI.I.. 3 A WRECK is something utterly lost. A person secs in life, every day, wrecks of property, of manhood, of fortunes, and of hopes. These sights, to a thoughtful person, bring both sorrow and instruc- tion. We see a vessel start forth upon a voy- age. but it never reaches its destination. We read of a wreck with sad faces, for we picture to ourselves those who were lost at sea. We think of the student, who left his home filled with ambition and joy. for he hoped to make for himself a name in the world. We think of the father, who left his wife and little ones, promising to return soon, and of those who watch and wait in vain for the traveler’s return. We think of the many homes made deso- late and the many hearts broken by wrecks at sea. A man ponders long and patiently on a patent, which he has spent the best years of his life to perfect. Who can tell how he labors to accomplish his purpose, the promises that depend upon it. the riches and comfort in ease of success, and the poverty and disgrace if he fails ? I do not think we know of many cases in which hope is utterly lost, for in ease of failure in one thing, the ambition gener- ally centers upon another, and only when a man entirely loses hope, can he be said to be wrecked. A young man lies dying of delirium tremens; no listening car bends to catch the last, the dying words of the sufferer, no anxious friend is near him. but the sounds of life grow fainter and fainter until all is still. Whenever we compare the bloated face of this man with the bright, promising face of the boy of but ten years ago. we can hardly believe that it is the same, and that such a change could be brought about in that time. Can we not truly call this a wrecked manhood, a wrecked life. We read of shipwrecks, of wrecked fortunes, and of blasted hopes, but there is no wreck half so sad and bitter as the wreck of a human life. THE LADDER OF LIFE. «IV LETHE 1. McDOWBLLv •« . One night I saw a ladder, the lower end of which rested upon the earth, while the other was lost in the clouds. Many boys and girls were thronging about its foot, all eager to begin the ascent. The name of this ladder was Life; the first round of which was called Small Faults, the second Idleness, the third Temptation, the fourth False Pride, the fifth Dissipation, the sixth Envy, the seventh Avarice, the eighth Dishonesty, the ninth Ungodliness, the tenth and last. Excelsior. Over this topmost round was suspended a jeweled crown and a pure white robe. I watched the children as they com- THE BASKET OF TREASURES. 3 mcnced climbing. First pressed forward a boy with boastful words, who upon the first round slipped and fell, but, not dis- couraged, tried again, and this time reached the third round. Temptation, where he again fell, disappearing from my view. His place was taken by a black-haired, dark-eyed girl, whose face expressed dis- content. She ascended, but at the round of Envy, forgetting her mission, she stopped to look about her, and lament that she, like a few others, was not clad in velvet and adorned with gold, and in an unguarded moment, fell—never to rise. Next appeared another boy, who with cautious steps began climbing, slowly passing over all obstacles : but at Avarice he lost his balance, and, in falling, grasped this round with both hands, and there clung tenaciously until death released him. Thus they climbed and thus they fell: the boys at Temptation and Dissipation, the girls at False Pride and Envy. Still I gazed. Now advanced one with a bright, frank face, whom I watched with much interest, as he firmly stepped upon the round of Small Faults, passing to Idleness, where he fain would have sat down and rested ; but, overcoming this desire, he reached the round of Tempta- tion. Here some companions called on him to tarry, but, heeding not their voices, he moved onward, hesitating only at the round Ungodliness, when, glancing upward, a glad light illumined his face, and stimulated with the hope of reward, he pressed forward and with a bound placed his foot upon the topmost round— Excelsior. Immediately he was greeted with heavenly music, that echoed through the skies; the jeweled crown descended and rested upon his brow ; the white robe was gathered about him by unseen hands, and there was heard a voice crying “ Well done, good and faithful servant, enter thou into the joy of thy I.ord.” And I awoke, and ’twas but a dream. THE BASKET OF TREASURES. BY KMMA I.. SCHAKER. ’ 3. It was a cold, dark day in January, and the snow was falling fast. Although we had teased again anti again, Grandma would not let us stir out of the house. “ Surely three sisters ought to find something pleasant to do, she replied when I complained. Rut Elsie and Magdalen wanted to play house, and I felt much too old to amuse myself with such games, and refused to join them. “ Couldn't you just for a little while, to please Grandma, dear? the old lady kindly asked. No, I didn’t feel disposed to please anyone just then, and little Maggiet always ready to prevent trouble, cried : Oh. Grandma, Grandma ! ‘ The Basket of Treasures!' You promised to show it to us and tell us about it, you know.” Yes, Grandma knew, and soon after we were seated in her room, with the old hair trunk in the middle of the floor. How often we had longed just to take «4 THE BASKET OF TREASURES. one peep into this same mysterious trunk, but Grandma never would let us. and we had no idea what it contained. Very carefully from within Grandma lifted the precious basket, but we were not to see yet. “ Now, you shall guess what the trea- sures are,” she said as she placed it on the floor. Elsie guessed “gold,” Maggie “ flow- ers. and I—I said “diamonds. Elsie burst out laughing. “ The idea of that big basket full of diamonds. “ Yes, and the idea of its being full of gold, or of flowers.” I retorted. “ I didn’t know but she might have flowers in it; they’d be treasures to me more than diamonds. exclaimed Maggie, eager to defend her favorites. •' May is right, answered Grandma. She always called Magdalen, May, for her twin sister was called that, and Maggie was named for her. “ May is right, and Elsie and Emma both have guessed cor- rectly too; I have all three in my basket.” “ What, gold and diamonds and flow ers!’’ we all exclaimed in a breath. Yes, and many other things besides. and she began slowly to unfasten the cover. It seemed as if she were trying to get us as excited as possible before allaying our curiosity. We had coaxed so often for a look at what Grandma called her “ basket of Treasures, but always before she had said: “No, not now; some other time you shall sec, when I have time to make it interesting.” “ Grandma, arn’t you going to open it after all ? ’’ asked Elsie, after we had waited fully five minutes in silence. Grandma smiled softly to herself, as though she were suddenly awaking from a pleasant dream, and lifted the cover. “ The dearest of all my treasures 1 keep on the top, and of this I think the most, she said, showing us an old fashioned leather case, in which was a merry laughing face, peeping from the circle of golden hair that surrounded it. “ Oh. that was you when- you were a little girl! Mow lovely! ’’ exclaimed Maggie. No, dear, no,” she answered, “ that is May, my own darling sister. See, this is Grandma, with the black hair, touching a spring in the same case, which revealed a face like the other one in every respect, except that the circle of hair was black instead of golden. “Could you take off the glass and let me have Aunt May’s hair in my hand, just for a minute—only to touch it, you know? pleaded Maggie. Elsie laughed, it was so babyish in Magdalen : but Grandma did not seem to think so. for she carefully removed the glass and placed the golden lock in Mag- gie's hand. Was she old- 1 mean a young lady, when she died ? ’’ asked Elsie. “ No. very young, only nineteen ; but she suffered so very much that it made her look much older. I remember so well the night, when returning from prayer meeting, she fell on the ice and injured her hip. “ Does this picture look like her. Grandma? Did she wear her hair always in curls? •• Was she sick very long before she died ? were some of the questions we asked her. “ We had our pictures taken a few days before the accident, and every one said how perfect they were. May’s hair was very beautiful; she always wore it in long ringlets below her waist; mine was straight and black, and 1 always wore it braided. People said had it not been for THE NECESSITY OF OBEDIENCE. '5 the difference in our hair, we could scarce- ly have been told one from the other, so alike were we in all other respects. After her fall she suffered terribly for two short months, and then we laid her beneath the frozen earth. Do you wonder now that Grandma’s face is so often dark and cross, since all the sunshine of her life went out with sister Magdalen ? ” The very idea ! Why we had never in our lives heard Grandma speak one cross word! She carefully laid the pictures back, and showed us two tiny diamond rings, which were just alike, excepting the initials inside, saying. “ On our eighteenth birthday, father gave May and me each one of these, and some time when I have left you, and other hands have taken my treasures from the basket, these rings will be given to May and Elsie. Because they were named for us, you know.” she added, apologetically, to me. “Why don’t you wear yours, Grand- ma? asked Maggie. “ I have never had it on since May’s was laid aside, she softly replied. “ This. Emma, pointing to the one heavy gold band on her finger, “ will be yours some day when I shall need it no longer. In one corner of the basket were some of the flowers taken from Aunt May’s coffin, and by them lay the dolls and other playthings Grandma and Aunt May had amused themselves with when children. After telling us of the happy times they had had playing tea together in the woods, she gave a little old fashioned tea set into Elsie’s keeping. Finally she came to the bottom of the basket and we had seen all the rest of the treasures and heard very interesting stories about most of them. “ There! it has cleared off, and your brother is calling for you, Grandma said cheerfully, as if she thought she had kept us too quiet and sober for one afternoon. After Elsie and Maggie had left the room. I watched while Grandma put back the things, and once more hid. from pry- ing eyes, her “ Basket of Treasures. THE NECESSITY OF OBEDIENCE. BY PAUL MORAN. ’Sj. The steamer Arctic, of the Collins' line, ! was steaming slowly along in one of the dense fogs peculiar to Newfoundland, j The sea was as smooth as glass; not a 1 ripple was on the water, when suddenly i out of the darkness a vessel came and struck the doomed Arctic amidships. As soon as the full extent of the disaster was . realized the dastardly crew, instead of try- , ing to save any of the passengers, imme- diately rushed to the boats and put off from the sinking vessel, leaving the help- less passengers, a great many of whom were women and children, to their fate. The vessel floated four hours after she was struck. There was, however, one hero on board the vessel, who. even after the vessel began to sink, fired minute guns for help. The name of this hero was Holland. An exactly opposite case was that of the English steamer Birkenhead, sailing i6 BOOKS. from England with recruits for the army at the Cape of Good Hope. This vessel, on the night of February 27th, 1852. off the coast of Morocco, struck a hidden rock, and immediately began to sink. There were on board four hundred and seventy-two men, mostly recruits, and one hundred and sixty six women and chil- dren. The drums immediately beat to quarters, and the men, as they filed on deck, where part of them formed into a fine and were ordered to load. The men perfectly understood what this order meant, and not one of them made an at- tempt to get into the boats until all the women and children were safe. The boats then put off, and the captain foolishly gave the order: “ Every man that can swim make for the boats.” Said the lieu- tenant : “Any man who does so will be shot: for if you attempt this the boats will all be swamped,” and not a man stirred The vessel sank with all these gallant fellows on board, but the boats were saved. As the vessel sank the re- cruits elevated their guns and fired a fare- well salute before sinking forever beneath the waves. This is an example of perfect obedience under the most trying circum- stances. BOOKS. BY EDNA J. ROBERTSON, . WHAT would the world be without books? There would be less knowledge than there is now, and to have none of the interesting story books, that furnish us so much entertainment, would make this a dull world indeed. Some people like schooj books. 1 think such people must have lost a part of their common sense. I do not object to school books in the least, but I do not care particularly about studying them, unless they are such interesting ones as Algebra or Latin. If there is one thing more than another to be desired by us. it is a Latin book, and I hope wc all appre- ciate it as we should. Other people like novels. This is in very bad taste. Girls, never learn to read novels ; or if you have learned, you should stop reading them immediately. They are the most harmless things in the world for some people, but for school girls they are altogether wrong. They take your attention from your studies: when you should be thinking about the origin of free atmospheric electricity, you will find yourself wondering whether Lady Castlemerc turns out to be the mother of the dead Count, or whether the dead Count and his cousin are married at last, and always after “ live in peace.” Another thing that is wrong, is to read too much ; it ruins your eyesight and necessitates your wearing spectacles. But you can never injure your eyesight studying; on the contrary, it strengthens the eyes. Cases are on record showing that near-sightedness lias been entirely cured by the careful perusal of a volume of Caesar closely printed in small type. But the records arc so ancient as to make the accuracy of their statements some- what doubtful. Some of us like to dream of the time when we shall write books which shall startle the whole world with their won- derful revelations ; but few of us carry out such plans, and most of us rest content with reading what others have written. WINTER EVENINGS. '7 WINTER EVENINGS. BY FRANK HOUGH. ’8� . THE pleasantest part of a winter day is the evening. r Then the bright warmth of the sitting-room, contrasted with the snowy exterior, sheds its cheering influ- ence about, until a minature paradise is realized. When the evening meal is over, and the sitting-room made as inviting as possible, we may then gather around the red coal in the ancient grate and chat contentedly. Fireside topics arc never wanting : yet we seldom dwell on the dull gossip of the out- side world, for holiday time suggests holi- day thoughts. We all have on hand our budgets of anecdotes and reminisccnses of good things in the past. At these fireside gatherings it is in place to bring out the obsolete furniture, grand- mother’s tea set and arm chair, the snuf- fers and tongs of candle and fireplace days: for with these the room is in ac- cordance with the old-fashioned ghost stories which we so delight to hear. Perfect contentment spreads her wings over the countenances of those who arc sitting thus amid warm faces, encircled by beauteous companions and hearing the wild beating of the winter storm against the fast-closed windows. “ Beat on silly storm, your blinding flakes add fury to the tempest to unroof usbut no, the attempt is vain; we arc secure. “ You cannot enter here.” It is this sense of security that produces our blissful dreamings. The jest and merry laugh speaks of joyous hearts. Be- fore us, as on a map, may be traced every true beauty and corner-stone of a home. The ticking of the old, quaint time piece on the high, old-fashioned mantel- piece; the gentle purring of the house- hold cat, lazily reclining on the chosen lap; the glowing fire in the grate; all these lull us into dreams of happiness. Yet on these very, nights, when old Borc.as is shrieking and thundering his withering blasts amid the drifting snow, and as we hear the crackling of the ghostly trees beneath his mighty breath, a shud- der for others than ourselves creeps over us. The sense of our own comfort too often hides the virtue of pity. But still the thought remains—its lingering shadow we cannot banish—as we think of the way this evening is spent by many, many others, whose only comfort is in the pale- faced company about them. The contrast brings compassion, and with good inten- tions our hearts raise a song of thanksgiv- ing for the many blessings of which we are the recipients. Among the marriage notices of our city papers we find the names of Miss Laura Van Court, of the class of ’74, and Mr. Tlieo. C. Landmesser, of the class of ’76. Messrs. John K. Gore. William L. Mazen and Hugo J. Walther, of the class of ’79, arc now attending Columbia Col- lege. i8 LITTLE TEE WEE S VOYAGE. little tee wees voyage. BY LILUE PRICE. Men have written of the voyages of Columbus, of Sir Francis Drake, and of many other noted navigators, filling large volumes with their narratives, yet no one has ever given an account of Tee Wee’s remarkable voyage and fate, save Mother Goose, who has recorded the disaster in the following pathetic lines : Little Tee Wee. He went to ea. In an open boat; And while «Scat The little boat bended— My story's ended. Evidently Mother Goose believed in brevity, but as the story of Tee Wee may serve as a warning to other voyagers in open boats, I will record it at length for their benefit. Tee Wee was a very young man. and. some think, a very silly one. We shall see: There was a certain very dangerous, but yet very beautiful sea, on which Tee Wee wished to sail. One day he was walking on the beach beside this spark- ling water, and wishing himself on the dancing wavelets in one of the many boats which floated on the surface. While his mind was filled with this wishing and longing, he saw the boat which decided his fate. It was a slender, beautifully shaped barque, with a tapering mast and a silken sail: it was also exquisitely paint- ed and gilded, and the scats were nicely cushioned with velvet. There it lay upon the beach, quite brilliant enough to dazzle a much more sensible person than Tee Wee. Alas for him! the glitter and splendor of the vessel blinded his reason ; he determined to possess it at all hazards, so. like the boy with the whistle, he paid all his money for it and entered the little craft, its proud possessor. Now Tee Wee was a little conceited most young men arc—and he felt fully competent to manage his boat alone, so he loosened it from its moorings, and, seizing the carved ivory oars, bravely started out on the treacherous sea for the unknown beyond. He would not have been so confident had he known then that his beautiful boat was a sham, that the painting and gilding were designed to hide the rotten- ness of the timbers, and the silken sail the worthlessness of the slender mast. No, he looked contemptuously at the plain, substantial boats around him, and gloried still more in his own gaudy affair. Poor, deluded Tee Wee ! Friends called to him from the shore, warning him of the frailty of his boat and advised him to return ; but he laughed at their fears, for the sky was cloudless, the wind blew fresh, gently filling the purple sail, and the little waves carried him mer- rily outward. He saw no danger, and so he went on till the shore faded to a dim line, and the blue, blue water was every- where around him. Gay boats passed him occasionally, but after a while this ceased, and he was alone. And now, sad to relate, a storm arose on this beautiful sea. The clouds rolled up black and heavy, the wind blew a hur- ricane, and the angry waves tossed the boat like a feather. The first breaker snapped the ivory oars; the wind rent the sail and severed the mast, leaving Tee Wee helpless. Perhaps then, when his THE FALLING LEAF. fate stared him in the face, lie remembered the warnings of his friends —when it was too late. That is often the way. Mother Goose says, “ The littlo boat bended,” but it is probable that the dear old lady thought more of the rhyme than of the «accuracy of the report. At all events, Tec Wee and his gay vessel were seen no more. Many may think this an idle talc, and laugh at its simplicity. It is a fact that Tee Wee's voyage was very foolish, and yet a great many who laugh at it arc in Tee Wee's very position themselves, sail- ing on a sea in an open boat. 1 know of a treacherous sea called society. How many a Tee Wee has em- barked in one of its gaudy boats, only to sink beneath its dark waters. We read in the papers of young clerks forging checks, of bank cashiers absconding with large sums of money, with which to buy their beautiful boats, or, perhaps, keep up false appearances; but justice, like the storm. 9 overtakes them, and down they go. Poor Tee Wees! There is another sea on which these boats ride—in fact, they ride on almost every sea—but this has large numbers of Tec Wcean navigators, who start out very gaily on their voyages. Many peo- ple make expeditions here in all kinds of boats, but among the staunch, weather- proof vessels you will catch sight of silly little sailors in their open barques, making a great show and glitter; but in the heavy storms which sometimes sweep over them they sink to rise no more One particular storm that swamps many of these boats is called the examination. It causes great consternation among the sailors, though it tests their boats. Per- haps we know a little about this storm. I might go on forever in this strain, but since 1 have told my talc, and shown that from a childish rhyme many a valuable lesson may be learned, I will say, with the famed Mother Goose, • My story's ended. THE FALLING LEAF. BY LYDA BLAUVEI.T, 1i. “ How docs a leaf fade ? Grandly, mag- nificently, imperially, so that the glory of its coming is eclipsed by the glory of its departing. It goes to its burial, not mournfully, not reluctantly, but joyously, as to a festival. So the leaf fades bril- liantly, gorgeous, gay, rejoicing, as a bride adorned for the husband, as a king goes to his coronation. I think Gail Hamilton must have been inspired when she wrote those lines, for a greater truth was never told. A falling leaf represents all that is beautiful, grace- ful and perfect. It seems as though every color were represented. Some fall directly to the ground, others hesitatingly quiver for a moment in the air, as though afraid to descend from their lofty position to their poor, wrinkled companions below. How eagerly we watch for the coming of the leaves in early spring, seeing first the tiny sprout, which gradually grows, increasing in size and beauty. How proudly they keep their places, bending to let the storm sweep over them, but straightening again when it is passed. 20 SOCIETY OFFICERS. If we compare the life of a leaf with our own, how many similar points we find. A leaf, as it grows, gradually hardens, becomes stronger, and assumes a darker color. So it is with life. The education of the mind develops the powers, while the trials of childhood prepare us for the small greater ones to come. Character strength- ens itself, becoming firmer as the years go by, and better able to resist the many temptations placed in our way. Our thoughts deepen, leading us to the higher attainments of life, till we stand in our prime, ready for the struggle with the world. Life, in a leaf, as well as in other things, is uncertain. A leaf clinging to the branch of a tree one moment may be cast to the ground the next. So we, holding fast by our own strength to the pleasures of this world, instead of the “Tree of Life,' may be struck down by that greater strength which no power can resist. Thus the budding of the leaves may be compared with infancy, the full-grown leaf with manhood, and its falling to decay represents death. They prepare for death by robing them- selves in beautiful colors, thus glorifying themselves and the God who made them. So we, all cleansed and purified by the blood of Jesus, clothed in robes of spot- less white, glorifying God to the last, go to our coronation in Heaven. SOCIETY OFFICERS. HESPERIA N SOCIE T Y. MONTAGU SOCIETY. PRESIDENT. E. O. Hovky, A.M. VICE-PRESIDENT. Isaac E. Froeiilicii. RECORDING SECRETARY. Herbert S. Sutpiien. CORRESPONDING SECRETARY. Herbert R. Coursen. TREASURER. William B. Gw inn ell. LIBRARIAN. George W. Dodd. HISTORIAN. W. Harry Osborne. PRESIDENT. Miss Clara Woodward Greene. VICE-PRESIDENTS. Miss Lydia F. Remick, Miss R. Flora Crane. RECORDING SECRETARY Lizzie K. Graves. CORRESPONDING SECRETARY. Florence Patton. TREASURER. Maud Miller. LIBRARIAN. Carrie A. Holbrook. FACULTY.—LIST OF PUPILS. 21 FACULTY. PRINCIPAL. Edmund O. Hovky, A. M., Latin, Chemistry and Geology. James M. Quinlan, A. M.t Latin, Rhetoric and English Literature. A. Baxter Merwin, A. M., Latin and Greek. J. Lawrence Johnson, Mathematics. Arthur B. Griffin, A. B., Natural Science, Political Economy and General History. William E. Drake, Bookkeeping and Penmanship. VICE-PRINCIPAL. Miss Clara Woodward Greene, Geometry, Rhetoric and English Literature. Miss Lydia F. Remick, Latin, Physiology and Astronomy. Miss B. Flora Crane, Pii. B., Mathematics, Physiology and Astronomy, Miss ISADORE M. WI NANS, Latin and Natural Science. Miss Ardelia H. Allen, ellgcbra and Natural Science. Miss Millie A. Forster. Latin, General History and A rithmetic. Miss Ella Gertrude Brown, Latin, General History and Arithmetic. LIST OF PUPILS. Adams. John L. Dodd. George W. Farrell, S. Board man Frochlich, Isaac E. Gleason, Nelson D. Hayes, A. Wallace Bailey, Lydia E. Beaty, Bertha Baleverc, Kitty Bennett, Laura J. Bingham. Lizzie M. Bowers. Sadie E. Clark, Abbie L. Doremus, Jessie K. Dean, Lottie W. Elston, Ella M. Geers, Addic E. Guerin, Laura E. Graves, Lizzie K. Hill, Laura E. Holbrook, Carrie A. Senior Class.—Gentlemen. Hood, Bruno Kitchell. Obic W. Lemon, George R. Loewenstein, Emanuel Newman, Emanuel D. Palm, Robert Simonson. George M Stringer, Richard Sutphcn, Herbert S. Van Riper, Alfred J. Senior Class.—Ladies. Johnson, Carrie Kitchell, Agnes Kitchell, Lilie Kinsey, Gussic Lovatt, Hattie A. Mains, Lizzie Millcn, Emma Miller, Florence A. Miller, Maud Miller, Mattie Merry, Julia M. McKcon, Hattie E. Morrison, Ida J. Morris, Laura B. Patton, Florence Rodgers. Annie L. Rarick. Dora B. Russell. A. Eloisc Rigby. M. Evelyn Skinner, M. Addic Schccrcr, A. Katie Smith. Helen H. Smith, Minnie E. Schneider, Emma Sargcant, Ada E. Stickney, Ada Seeley, Lillie E. Sturgis, Emma M. Stoll, Annie M. Williams, Anna L. 22 LIST OF PUPILS. Barth, Max I. Courscn, Herbert R. Faitoutc, Fred B. Gwinncll. William B. Me Knight, George F. Junior Class.—G e title men. Mertz, Alfred Moore, William J. Morningstern. William B. Osborne, W. Harry Scarlett, John B. Shannon, William A. Sutphen, George C. Wagoner, Nathan B. Junior Class.—Ar Division.—Ladies. Allen, Clara Baldwin. Jennie D. Brown, Clara E. Cornwell, Alice R. DeVausney, Emma Demarcst, Hattie A. Dawson, Nora A. Dusenberry, Emily T. Duncan, Nettie Gwinncll, M. Emma Haring, Frances M. Maclay, Mary E. Marsh, Jennie A. Moore. Lizzie A. McQall, Emma L. Morchous. M. Anna Martin, Lizzie 1 . McGregor, Ada Merry, Grace Post, Ida M. Parker, Belle Pomeroy, Jennie T Reeve, Lizzie H. Shipley, Susie Stevens, Miriam Smith, Lizzie B. Van Wyck, Sarah Valentine. Clara E, Wilde. Lucille M. Junior Class.—.S' Division.—Ladies. Antz, Natalie Armitage, Henrietta Aschcnbach. Minnie Baldwin. Lillian Billings, Marie A. Blauvclt, Lyda Burritt, Eva E. Clark, Agnes Crowell, Etta M. Donnelly. Mary M. Frazee, Edna M. Glover, Flora B. Alliston, I rcd W. Blake. Robert W. Blanchard. M. Elvin Bock, Frank Cannon, Irving Chatficld, Charles E. Crane, Moses W.,Jr. Dandridge. Albert N. Duym, William A. Ennis, Edwin B. Faber du Faur, Adolph Fharsheim, He iry Gillie, James A. Gnichtcl, Abraham Graccen, Albert Hampton, Edwin A. Halsey, Grace V. Halstead. Louise M. Herbst, Hattie Horner, Maggie Holland, Mary E. Jennings, Eva A. Manderschied, Emma McCall, Floriana M. Milligan, Irene Morgan, Emma Ott, Emma F. Second Year.—Gentlemen. Harlow, Frank A. Holland. Fred W. Hoppaugh, Andrew L. Hopper, Thomas B. Hough, Francis Houscl, Clarence M. Hunt. John R. Joy, Edmund S. Kirk, William H. Maclay, James McNabb, William H. Meeker, Henry G. Mooney, Charles L. Munsick, George W. Ost, Henry Pentz, William R. Radclifl'e, Lena Rodgers. Josephine Sayre, E. Louise Schiener, Augusta Scott, Emily A. Starr, Olive Thompson. Hattie Watts, Emily L. Webb, Lucy F. Webner, Amilla Willis. Anna I. Riley. George D. Shurts, George B Sickcls, Fred H. Simonson, William A. Sinnock, William D. Smith, George A. Speer. F'rcd W. Stringer, John D. Taylor, Arthur Taylor, Henry, Jr. Tichcnor, William J. Tucker, Benjamin W. Tuttle, Edgar A., Jr. Tuttle, Martin P. Van Clief, Benjamin, Jr. Wright. Charles W. LIST OF PUPILS. 2 Second Year.—N Division.—Ladies. Allen. Hattie C Applegate, Mabel A. Bailey, Grace E. Benson, Carrie S. Benson, Katie Bruen, Gcorgic Chambers, Hattie M. Clark, Laura A. Covert, Agnes D. Dana, Carrie R. Ely, Helen C. Enders, Jennie V. Foxcroft, Jennie B. Grossner, Annie T. Harris, I uira L. Hochnle, Bertha Hopping, Susie C. Joralemon, Ida G. Kelly, Susie E. Koch, Lizzie Leary, Maggie A. Leigh, Sara M. Maciay, Annie Moore. Elizabeth C. Ober, Katie L. Osborne, Miriam Parsons. Tillic E. Potter. Emily Price, Lillie Simonson, Sara D. Smith, Charlotte M. Smith, Ida E. Smyth, Florence Trelease, May M. E. Tyler, Carrie E. V'reeland, Rosa Walker, Lottie T. Watson, May L. William ’, Emma R. Williams, Alice J. Williamson. Martha Young, Jennie Second Year.—S Division.—Ladies. Aschcnbach, Mary Blanchard, Wilhelmina Bond,Ida Coleman. Mary Crane, Amelia Currier, Nettie Dawes, Alice Dean, Julia Dingwell, Lizzie Dodge, Ruth Donnelly, Anna Eylcs, Alice Eno, Emma Grass, Celia Hays, Mary Henson, Ellen Holloway. Julia Honeywell, Clara James, Mary Johnson, J. Louise Lawshe. Laura Lemon, May Marsh. Nellie Nichols, K. Allienc Patton, May Pohlig, Ida Pricth. Annie Randall, Addic Rhodabcck, Carrie Roberts, Ellen Robertson, Edna Sommer. Emma Taylor, Mary Thomson, May True, Jennie Umbscheidcn, Rosette Ward, Alice Wood, Elvie Young, Maggie Ackerman. George Badgley, Thomas C. Bailey, Samuel G. Baird. James Bimblcr. Fred Blake, Frank L. Breingan, Robert L. Brice, William L. Brown, Fred L. Brocmcl, Fred A. Campbell, Daniel T. Chambers, Fred M. Chandler, J. Frank Cone. Joseph N. Demarcst, Harry B. N Division.—Gentle wen. First Year. Ditmars, Frank N. Dreyfous. Herbert G. Frey, Warren I1'. Gardener, John Hacfeli, Albert Hammcll, George M. Hand, James. Jr. Johnson. William IL Kay, David, Jr. Lagowitz, Sclig Lampater, Robert E. Lowery, William G. Mandevillc, Edwin Meyer, Benjamin Mock, Fred. A. Mockridgc, Arthur H. Morris, George E. Muchmore, Ward Onderdonk, George Pentz, A. Maciay Phelps, Fred A. Price, Frank A. Rosegrant, William A. Schlesinger, Louis A. Schwartz, Herman C. Stephens, Albert J. Stockem, Eugene L. Van Houten, Abram G. Waltzingcr, William ’4 LIST OK PUPILS. First Year.—5 Division.—Gentlemen. Abcles. U. Samuel Berg, William I.. Berry, William M . Jr. Brown, Irving C. Brundage, A. H. Burgesscr. Victor Burnett, Park, Jr. Clark. A. Judson Crane, William Rac Crowell. James Dcmarcst. Charles E. Dunn, Edwin C. Durand. M. A. Eichhorn, Fred H. Eylcs, William J. Gries. Moses Gates. George. Jr. Harrison, Charles E. Hay, George A. Johnson, J. Millard Lane, William Louis, William F. M'Elhose, George W. Martin. Julius Mershon. Albert L. Meyer, Oscar L. Moran, Paul Pierson, A. G. Price, Walter L. Reibold, Edward H. Rodcman. William C. Stockem, E. L. Stachlin Edward Titcomb. George E. Vroom, Charles B. Wagoner, Charles B. Walker. George W. Ward, Marcus L. Widner, Hugo J. Willoughby, Harry C. Winters. Charles Wilsey, DcForrest C. Allen, Gcorgic Baker, Fannie E. Barkhorn, Elsie B. Beardsley, Mabel Birkenhaur, Barbara Bissett. Ida B. Buehler. Annie Burgycs, Edith Crane. Emma Crane, Helen S. Darlington, Marion Dc Mott, Anna Belle Drew, Minnie I. Edwards, Clara L. Elcox, Nellie T. hirst Year.—N Division.—Ladies. Errickson. F. Esther Gaston, Kittie Gray. Sarah E. Gregor)’, Virginia G. Harrison. Jessie Hill. Lillie A. Hilton. Mary L. Hines. Annie Howell. Pemmic Jones, Ida C. Kelly, Annie A. Kinsey, Lizzie I). Kirk. Minnie A. Klotz. Lizzie Leary, Jennie E. Martin, May Martin, Dora Mead, Emma J. McDowell, Lettie L. Peters, Irene E. Ramsthaler, Clara Roscnbaucr, Katie Smith, Anna Smith, Cora C. Starkweather, Minnie Tompkins, Florence Tompkins, Hester Toppcn. 1 lettie V. Westwood. Fannie E. Woodruff, Pauline Year.—.S' Division.—Ladies. Ball, Lizzie S. Berry, Ariscna Bender, Anna Brown, Ida L. Burnett, Jennie Chadwick, Anna Clark. Grace E. Clark, Mamie M. Cornwall. Gertie L. Coult, Lida A. Cozine, Laura B. Dey, Lurcna Duriand, Lillie E. Dwyer, Mamie A. Fintcr, Ella S. First Foster, H. Gussie Fowler, Helen M. Freeman, Cornelia E. Hall, Juliet N. Hal leek. Sarah L. Harrington, Emma Hines, M. Ella Honeywell, Iola Hotz, Elcanora Howard, Lizzie J. Jones, Laura McHugh. Abbie P. Me Peck. Sadie M. Miller, M. Belle Miller, Lizzie C. Nichols. Tillic L. Pier. Lillian F. Reeve, Lottie C. Richards, Josephine Robertson, E. Bertha Schafer, Emma L Straus, Regcna Sturgis. Phcbe E. Vlict, Ella L. Williamson. Katie Wolfe, Olivia G. Woodruff. Mamie E. Woodruff. Nellie M. Woodruff, Flora C. GRAND EXHIBITION OF Holiday Goods; C0.’jS, (S49 ISROfll) ST, NEWARK. N . J . Their KOR it the Urj«M in the Stale, covering an area twelve ituviund xjua'e fort. Everybody ought to are it. You can nlk through without heme solicited to buy It n «ruled by hundred� duly, who an alwajrt welcome whether they come to buy or not. In the following |nl you will And a part of the good mentioned which thi e«lalilr hnwnt offer to your choree: PHOTOGRAPH ALBUMS from i cent to $15 00 III.ACK WALNUT IktMIS ANI� BRACKETS from to cents upward WORK BOXES ANI) WRITING DESKS from y. cent to $10 00. BOHEMIAN GLASS VASES from t5 ernt ro $10 . o .1 pair. PER- El'MERY avn Toll. ET SOAPS from cent upward COMBS A Mr KRC SHE'S from to cents upward POCKK IBOOKS am. I'lGAR CtSIS. SMOKING SErES ami CIG IK STANDS from � 5 cents upward . LADIES' SATCHELS from 49 c:nt . upward LARGE ASSORTMENT OK JEWELRY. POCKE'I KNIVES from 10 cents uiroard . CANARY BIRDS, beu J-ioger . $J BRASS BIRD CAGKSfrom o« cents upward ENGLISH ash AMERICAN CROCKERY. ACCOkDKONS avo CONCERTINAS fnen 7C cents Upwanl WORKBASKt.'IS v u M'ANDS from ? cents upward . STEREOSCOPES «9 cent . LA MI’S of al Style CROOUET SETS from 67 cents upward EEATHER DL'SI ERS from toeents upward WAX DOLLS from , cent to $11. iMtl.l. HEADS from cent to $7 WOOD. CHINA. RUBBt R, UN t MECHANICAE TOYS DRUMS from ro cent to $5 HEOCKS andGAMF.s. ROCKING HOKsD.m. VEMX IPKDES from o cents upward WAGONS, CARTS and WHEELBARROW from 10 cents upward I-urge amortmrot of TRUNKS Att VALISES. ‘I hey hate � 1 0 a Jdrd IMlior large «lock A TOYS, FANCY and HOUSE-KURNISIIINC GOODS, j. 10 and rj cent CVuntm, which are the grcatcM novelty of the day, where ankle can be bought foe 5, 10 and � 5 cent which are rold everywhere for double the money. AND A THOUSAND OTHER ARTICLES, AT HAHNE CO.’S BAZAAR, 649 Broad Street, Newark. N. J. TAZRS 8t SUNDAY SCHOOLS SUPTLIED AT WHOLESALE TRICES. E;. (5. gaitoutv Sc go's. COAL YARDS, 37 162 M. Sc E. R. R. AYE., COR. ORA.NCK ST. AND MORRIS CANAL. AU the various sixes of the bc t kind of I high and Scranton Coal always on hand. Carefully hand screened and delivered to any part of the city at lowest cash price . WM. M. SMITH’S D0]xlEgYIC mw, From 85 CtH. lvxeels All. HOSIERY AND WINTER UNDERWEAR FOR THE MILLION. NTORKHi 474 Broad Street, Opp. Orange Street. 234 Market St., Near Mulberry St. A. B. HOLMES, 655 BROAD ST., NEWARK. N. J. Call attention to an untnually attractive and extern. Stock of Jewelry, Ivtc., Suitable for HOLIDAY GIFTS Whkh will be offered at VERY LOW PRICES. OPEN EVENINGS. KKPAIKISG OF ’A TCHF.S CLOCKS AND JEU KLKY French, Oid-English American Clocks a Specu.Ity PRXH § I'r;i Oon.ii.et Co. CENTRAL ■:• DRY GOODS :• STORE, ( r j) groadi .J, ALWAYS GOOD GOODS. IN LARGE VARIETY, AT LOW PRICES. HOLIDAY STAPLES AND NOVELTIES. BOYS’ SLEDS. Clul Skates, GEjW D0GSKIN wwm GLOVES, FINE CUTLERY, £c., FAITOUTE BROS.. Hardware, Iron Steel, 434 BROAD STREET. GIVE THE NEW STREET CUSTOM LAUNDRY A Trial, and You will be Suited, NO. 16 NSW STREET. NEWARK. N. J Between Broad and Halsey Sts. Ladies’ Hair Work, PETT1TTS 10 Itank Street. We hare been getting out a Kne of Hat� Rhaid or Swttcmm, at the � ery rea«ana1Jr price� —the hoit for the the money r,cr nude. A the profit on a «ingle «witch « very mull, we depend on a large «ale of them to pajr u« for nuking then ; No. I Switch, $■ .76. No. t Switch. $t 50 No. 3 Snitch. $� 00. No Switch. $� 40. No 5 Switch.;$3.00. No 6 Switch, $J. jo. Haw Dretaing and Shampooing. jo ct«. Two Head for 7j ci . Two Doors Above Morris A Essex Railroad. TAYLOR WTXjXjI lHVTS, 157 Market Street, Newark, N. J. First Shoe Stork Above Broad in Markkt Street. ENDLESS VARIETY OF SHOES, FOR HIGH SCHOOL G RLS AND BOYS. White Button Shoes for Ladies, only $1.25. Slippers, only $1.00 ALL SEASONABLE GOODS AT THE LOWEST PRICKS k mmjmm, W. E. I) 0REMUS, WHOLESALE AND RETAIL PRINTER, BINDER, ©«tew ffwslstew Beale FLOUR. And Blankbook Manufacturer, FEED, HAY, GRAIN, ETC., 245 245 WIRKEV £T.. JVKWHRK.fl.J. Cor. Broad, State and Plane StH. IMPORTED SEGARS.