Havergal College - Magazine Yearbook (Winnipeg, Manitoba Canada)

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Havergal College Magazine ST. ANDREWS, SCOTLAND. On a rocky plateau in a beautiful bay on the coast of Fife- shire, stands St. Andrews, the old gray town by the sea. As we enter the little station on a bright July morning, we are amazed at the busy, happy and interesting crowd that awaits the train. Some ha ve just arrived from their morning game of golf and display the weapons with which they chase the little bay ' for the golf links of St. Andrews are perhaps the greatest attrac- tion to visitors and are of world-wide renown. The minute we step out of the station, we catch our first glimpse of the many delightful pictures that St. Andrews affords — the wide azure-coloured bay with its foaming sea-horses, beat- ing against the rugged cliffs, and away towards the west the undulating links. There is little doubt that there was a settlement here in early prehistoric times. The Monkish legend assigned its eccle- siastical origin to St. Regulus or Rule, Avho, warned in a dream, brought certain bones of St. Andrew from Patras in the 4th century, and was wrecked at Muckros, afterwards called Kil- rimont and now St. Andrews. In Queen Margaret ' s time it became the seat of the high bishop of the Scots. The cathedral, now only a ruin, was founded about 1160, in presence of Malcolm IV., and consecrated in 1318 in presence of Robert Bruce. At the beginning of Queen Elizabeth ' s reign it was stripped of its beautiful ornaments and images. The castle old and ivy-decked with only a rim of crumbling walls, was built in 1200 and since then has been rebuilt many times, but now a mere skeleton stands as a monument of its past greatness. George Wishart and other martyrs of the Re- formation period were confined in its bottle-dungeon and Cardinal Beaton, a little later was slain within its massive walls, by the Reformers. St. Andrews has been famous since 1120 for its schools, and its University was founded in 1411. From October till May the scarlet-gowned student may be seen walking to or from his classes, or meandering over the links and sands from which in the twilight he can see the mists coming o ' er the college towers. The old harbour too is picturesque and, tho ' small, suffices for the few coasting vessels that frequent it. It is no wonder then that the student who has gone down visits and revisits his Alma Mater and lingers o ' er the scenes that once inspired his soul to great things. The waves roar ' neath thy battlements Breaking in glistening spray, As if they mocked thy shattered walls, Relics of a bye-gone day. 29

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Havergal College Magazine Parts, which must be confessed to have been in him, to evil ends .... usurping his Majesties Government, he might have been worthy of eminent Place and Dignity in it. As the extracts show, Sir Richard ' s style is not quite modern, but it is not so old-fashioned as to be irksome. Usually, when he is merely recording the history, he is simple and straight- forward. When he adds his own comments and illustrations his style becomes more elaborate, and he writes in the manner that was fashionable in his youth, created by Lyly, and known to us as the Euphuistic style. Speaking of the children of Edward I., he says: His greatest unfortunateness was in his greatest blessings, for of four sons which he had, three of them died in his own life time who were worthy to have outlived him : And the fourth outlived him, who was worthy never to have been born. Traces of Euphuism may be seen not only in the symmetry and antithesis of his sentences, but in some of his curious comparisons. Surely never before or since has such a simile as the following been used for AVilliam Rufus : He was never less dejected than when in most extremity, being like a Cube, that which way soever he fell he was still upon the bottom. The new school of historians at the end of the eighteenth century judged Sir Richard Baker ' s Chronicle harshly and some- what unfairly. He certainly is uncritical and inexact, but no man can walk by a light that does not shine in his own day. His History was as good as any other History written in the Jacobean period, and was a standard work for nearly a century. Even in the twentieth century we can read it with plea sure and with a kindly feeling towards the old historian, who in a debtor ' s prison compiled his entertaining record. DER STERNE TROST. Sterne, die am Himmel gluh ' n, Hat Gott daroben euch gestellt Urn zu bewachen unsre Welt Wenn Menschen ruh ' n. Ihr seid so wunderbar gelind, Wir fuhlen, sehend eure Pracht, Dass Mann, mit aller seinen Macht 1st doch ein Kind. Wenn Erde kalt und dunkel liegt, Ich stromt hinab das schonste Licht, Sinnbild dass Gott vergisst uns nicht Wenn Freude fliegt. 23

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Havergal College Magazine Prisoners within thy dungeon dark, Have heard the billows moan, Have heard their ripple on thy crags, When they lay doomed and lone. In days gone by, these crumbling walls, Have seen the woeful sight Of heroes on the burning pile, For religion and the right. And from one fatal window — A ghastly sight — were hung The last remains of one who mocked The dying heroes ' song. Scenes such as these thou sees ' t no more, But we look back with pride Upon those noble, fearless souls Who for the Right have died. Their deeds will live, when all things else Have faded — when no more The dim grey crags by moonlight cast Weird shadows on the shore. THE GIRL OF 1814. If we could take a look back into the life of a girl of a century ago, would it differ greatly from the average life of a girl to-day? Yes, perhaps in dress, in little habits and in speech, but not in the girl herself. A girl is essentially a girl wherever or whenever you may find her. The same little ten- dencies always exist — fussing over dress, longing for amusement, the keen enjoyment of every possible pleasure, the love of read- ing. Would we rather have lived in the previous century than in our own? Let us glance for a moment at the charms and drawbacks of both before we decide. We shall unseal the book of time and turn back one hundred pages until we find our- selves living in 1814. Simplicity was the charm of a girl ' s life in 1814, from her straight high waisted frock and coal scuttle bonnet to her man- ner of living. A girl was only to grace a drawing-room and keep a home, and her education was given accordingly. She received her education principally from her father or mother. She was taught to sew, to embroider, to bake, to arrange flowers and to care for them in the garden. She also had to be able to keep accounts, for her house must be systematically kept. Every part of her education was directed towards what would be useful to her in her future life. She was taught French and how to read the best books and understand them. As soon as her education was completed she took her place 30