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

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8 Erhti of thr S’’iir'r(f. EDITORIAL 78. here is no poetry, kind rentier, no romance, nothing but' dull prose in a class editorial ; anti, as we propose to tP. I f: make this a mere retrospection, it will perhaps interest none but ourselves. Hoping for the best, however, we proceed to fulfil our allotted duly. At this advanced stage of College life. '7S looks back with pleasure to the time when, as under classmen, we came together with cordial greetings, to establish the bonds of brotherly union, to the end that we might strengthen in each other every noble purpose, that we might be enabled to feel that we were not solitary laborers in the disunited fields of our duty, but co workers together in a common cause. From that seemingly distant nay to the present time we have stood together as a unit, bound by ties which have not been broken. We have remembered that the honor of each one of us was in some measure the honor of us all, and above all that it pertained to the fair tame of our s.lima Mater. In this spirit we have performed every duty assigued us, however disagreeable it might have been. We have zealously favored every movement for the advancement of the best interests of the College, ever ready for ail true reform. We have toiled through the weari- some march of Freshman and Sophomore years. We have been down to the battle. We have met the enemy again and again. The sweat ol the conflict 1ms often bedewed our brows. Yet throughout the toils and cares of the past we have been masters of every emergency. We have always confided in our own strength, and have gained a record for sound scholarship of which we well may be proud. As our Sophomore year drew to its close a most affecting event occurred. We refer to the obsequies of our old friend Calculus. The final ceremonies took place at midnight on the last day of the term. Then, for the first time, we began to realize that we should

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 h’cho of the Sf’ui'va, 7 EDITORIAL '77 E arc Seniors. How we came to be, we scarcely D' ;T know. None but a siuc'.ent can understand how T insensibly college life glides by, and even he but Oogxj) faintly perceives it. until it is rudely forced upon him as he is about to step off the College bema. We do not propose recording any incidents of class history in this editorial. Already have we done our duty in that respect. As a class our applauders have been many, our defamers few. A cheerful “Farewell then, is all that can justly be demanded of us. And yet that “ sound which makes us linger” evokes a vast train of thoughts to which we may not give expression. One thing, at least, is certain. We can not, if we would, destroy the “good work” which Old Hobart has “wrought in us.” To her and her able corps of instructors we proffer our hearty Godspeed. And often in after years we shall be transported “ on the wings of a wish” to the old halls whence we issued, men of Degrees. Seventy-Seven.

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0 I'.ch of the Sr wctr. see Old kalcy no more. Then we remembered the many vir- tues ol the deceased ; his peculior interest in young; men ; the kindly inlluence which he exerts upon them in imparting to them stability of character; his unbending rectitude, taking as his motto: ‘ he -shortest distance between two points, X:c. We called to mind hi:-, remarkable clearness ol conception: his wonderful ac- curncy in expression ; the extent of his erudition, which embraced the entire circle ol the sciences. Recollecting these many traits of the departed, our leelings overpowered us. The ait resounded with sighs and groans, tears (lowed copiously; in fact the ground be- came slippery with grief, It was remarked by some as a fact xxoiiby ol observation, that those who had always cherished the greatest antipathy to Calculus, were the most deeply affected on this sad occasion. illi slow anti reverent steps we proceeded to the place ofburial led by our Marshal on his snow-white charger. (By the xvay. a xxorcl to the uninitiated in regard to that noble animal. No doubt some thought that he was in the last stages of (non) consumption (ol lootn. All impressed with this false idea we wish to undeceive. We would have it known to all that he was a mathematical horse, led on abscissas, asymptotes and differentials, every bone in his body and every hair on his skin being illustrative of either acute or obtuse angles). Arrived at the place of cremation, the coffin con- taining all that was mortal of Calculus was placed on the pyre and with swreet incense was burned : the solemn strains of the funeral dirge mingling with the crackling of the llames. there ended our Sophomore year and with it under-classmen life. Seventy-Eight.