Hobart College - Echo of the Seneca Yearbook (Geneva, NY)

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Echo of t ic Seneca. ■6 ■old “ lores ” whose wisdom grows richer with the accumulating centuries. She has not yet discarded the study of those writers whose philosophies have furnished the light of ages, and their lan- guage, grandeur to every tongue. For this, all thanks ! Among the graduates of an institution whose age embraces fifty years, are many starred names. Men who once sat upon those battered benches have become jurists, eminent in their state and country. Men who once trod those halls of learning have won prominence at the bar. distinction as legislators, obtained recog- nition on the floor of the nation's senate, and inspired wisdom in her councils. Hobart's past is at least secure ; let the Church as- sure her future triumph—the triumph of an institution that has given culture to her priesthood, learning to her conclaves, eloquence to her pulpit! If endowments are needed, let them he forthcoming from thi t Church whose reputation is for boundless wealth, whose boast is a most highly educated and disciplined clergy, and whose perpetuity is dependent upon the early inculcation of doctrine by the professor and the priest! The fact stands undisputed and in- disputable. that while Unita nanism is nurtured by Harvard, Con- gregationalism strengthened by Yale: while the Presbyterians lav- ish gifts on Amherst and Hamilton, and the Baptists on Brown and Rochester—the Protestant Episcopal Church persistently withholds support from her colleges, hoards her wealth, and sends her sons to seats of instruction whose principles are those of neutrality to God. We do not believe fixed law s will be abrogated for the benefit of any ysstem of ecclesiasticism. and it needs no prophet to foretell the future of that Church, which, in a land where education is universal and free as air, neglects the sources of her refinement, her enlighten- ment and her popular power. We do not put this forth as a “ hark from the tombs a doleful sound.” Far from it. The institution prospers, the mills still grind, and though cars may come and years may go. Old Hobakt lives forever.”

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he afi he - uremeni to the Coll.-,- terra.-,. should lm ulili I In- building lau-r.il ■.t'.ils in provide tor ilu- .H-Vi.ium.nl ilu n ol special- - •Still, if the achievements of i 1,1 Hobart vt ren in to be vhroni- ck-d by the historian ol the •• shell. her victories u; on the ball fieKI are tangible. ami ilo not partake of the character of .itmosphor- ic palaces. Her triumphs over Cornell ami Syracuse are memora- hle. and the trip down to the i. urnainent of the latter University speaks olunies for her pluck. It'the absent nines were not alarm- ed at Hobart’s fame, she at all events was on the round, ready for a toe wherever found. hen the cry was first raised, •• Mire a hall!” Hobart began to look around, ami decided that the old Medical College afforded the necessary facilities lor public gatherings, where the students might gesticulate wildly and shout aloud to admiring auditors, lienee the improvements at present visible in that stately and consecrated pile; hence tin- artistic frescoing on the walls of that assembly chamber with those finely adapted acoustic properties ; hence those curtains, paintings and exhibitions of scenic art : hence that vast outlay of available funds. Hut. alas ! all in vain ! Those velvet caipels could not inullle the spectre-tread of avenging' victims. ’I’he mangled corpses nt the dissecting table arose for other post mor- tem attentions. Into that ghostlike abode they stalked at noon ; tiny stalked at midnight, and with accents pathetic and ceaseless round, their thrilling cry was II ire a hall !” 1 lie reading room has become a reality, and apartments elegantly tilted up through the munificence of the President, have been pre- sented to the students, with but few and equitable restrictions in their use. The Faculty has been augmented this term by the arrival of the new and long expected Chaplain, in the person of the Rev. Walter Ayrault, D. D. To himself and family, on behalf ol the students we extend a hearty welcome. A word, before closing, with reference to the position of t-Iobart in the Educational world and her relations with the Church. Hobart's position as a College, though peculiar, is honorably so. While her standard of admission is high, she does not require the education ol applicants to be completed, as do many of our large Uni- versities which arc obliged to take this course to preserve a reputa- tion secured in the past. On the contrary, she takes in the man to educate him, by bona fide professors, through the instrumentality ol the recitation, and not to gloss him over with the smattering' of tutes and the loud theories of itinerant lecturers. Furthermore, Hobart is distinctively' a classical institution. Site stands by those

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i'.cho of the Semoti. EDITORIAL ’76 X insatiato cry for ••copy compels ’76 10 resume the editorial chair once more. It is only to bid the readers of •the Echo a kind Good live ! How the very mention of OC ' L that common-place comes laden with the scenes of these time-worn halls ! The happy memories of the past and the augu- melancholy, and imbibe the spirit of palmy Freshman days, or ex- uberant Sophomore life. Even the “gay and happy period ot Junior exploits tails to provoke more than a passing throb. “ We are growing old !” We pass from the arena of College life, each bearing his trophies. We take up the gauntlet only to cast it down at the feet of stern reality.” Ambition is sated, and our records are sealed. The pathway of life will echo to our tread, and. perchance, we may greet each other on the way. That spirit of good-fellowship, which as a class we have maintained, can only serve to invigorate us at the recognition. The mills of the gods have ground fine. Our disappointments and trials, our hopes and fears, are the merest chaff. Our many absent comrades have the sweet consolation of our earnest well-wishes and lasting remembrance. Our Alma Mater parts with 11s to know us no more save as her luture champions. We gather around her sacred shrine, and with reverent attitude catch her last tender words—Pax Vobiscum ! ries of the future crowd upon us. Fain would we escape the soft