Mary Baldwin College - Bluestocking Yearbook (Staunton, VA)

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Table of Contents. Page. Girlhood and Womanliood of Lady Macbeth, 1 Pictures in tlie Life of Lady Macbeth, 6 A Cliild ' s Recollections of Some P ' aiiioiis People, .... 10 Throu ' h Ilaiiiiiii: Seas, IG Pabla, 19 Second International Convention of The Student Volunteer [ovenient for Foreign AEissions, 23 Betsy Bell, 2G Beauty, 28 A School Girl ' s Thoughts, 30 A Music Lesson Under Difficulties, 32 How a Pickle Bottle Figured at The White City, .... 33 A Peep into the Future — L, II 36 The Seminary, 41 A Trip to The Cave, 44 Notes — Editorial, 4G Marriages 48 In Memoriam, 49 fleeting of the Alumna ' , 50 News from the Old (rirls, 51 S(jciety at the A. F. S., 54 A Thrilling Incident, 00 History of An Evening, ' . Gl At Midnight, G3 (Gatherings Here and There, 64

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THE AUGUSTA Seminary AnnuaId Vol. IV. Staunton, Va., May, 1894. No. 1 The Girlhood and Womanhood of Lady Macbeth. EVERY laiulscape lias its varying lights and shadows, its shift- ing scenes of brightness and of gloom ; and such is the girl- hood of Lady Macbeth to her after-life — a ])ackground whose golden sunshine and happiness only throw int j stronger relief the horror and darkness of her womanhood. Let us turn for awhile from that dark scene of sorrow and woe to the fairer picture lying back in the memories of the Past. Far uj) among the glens and rock-bound fastnesses of Elgin, upon the still, green shores of the loch, in whose blue depths the fleecy clouds sail slowly by, stands a Scottish castle, worn gray and grim with the lingering touch of time. Long, graceful festoons of ivy hang from turret and tower and lend their beauty to the crumbling walls. Out on the air floats the music of childish laugh- ter, and the old, grisled man-at-arms smiles as he hears the trip- ping feet, and says fondly to himself, It is my little Lady. Bounding lightly across the court comes the little girl ; the long, dark hair is wre athed around with the l)lue gentians she has gath- ered, and her great star-like eyes are glimmering through the mist of unshed tears. In her arms she carries a little bleating lamb. Donald, says she, and the childish voice is tremulous, please help me And the poor little lamb ' s mother. It got lost and was so lonesome out on the hills by itself. The old retainer, breath- ing a blessing on Gruoch ' s head, takes her little hand in his and, having done as she wished, leads her to the castle. On the threshold he pauses while the child runs forward and