St Christophers School - Raps and Taps Yearbook (Richmond, VA)

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D E D I C A T I O N 0 MR. J. DEWITT HANKINS, A.B. WHO HAS BEEN A PROMINENT MEMBER OF THE FAC- ULTY FOR FIFTEEN YEARS, DURING WHICH TIME HE HAS COMMANDED OUR DEEPEST RESPECT AND AD- MIRATION THROUGH HIS UNTIRING LITERARY WORK IN BEHALF OF THE SCHOOL PUBLICATIONS, AND HIS SINCERE DEVOTION TO THE STUDENTS AT LARGE- WE, IN HUMBLE AFFECTION, DEDICATE THIS THIR- TEENTIYI VOLUME OF RAPS AND TAPS. IIIIIIIIlllllllllllllllIIIIIIllllllllllllIIlllIIllllllllllllllIlllllllllllllllllllIllIlllllllllllllllllIIIIlIlllllllllllllllllIllIlllllllllllIllIIlIllllllllllllllllIIlIllllllllllllllIllIIlllllllllllllllIIIlIllllllllllllllIllIlllllllllllllllllllllllIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII

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IN MEMORIAM Zlrning all Blarkmzll 1822 f uns IN LATIN CLASS Today, in Latin Class, the hard news came That you were gone-Oh, mournful word of grief, Loud in hearts! Your room, so new to sorrow, How suddenly dark-how strangely we were there- Who all week had been studying, Sir, for you, Longer than usual-though you would not hear The lines we read, nor mark our Composition. O Sir, when there was a Time, we never told you- Never a voice could say it, while you listened- Please God you knew! Always-Without our telling. You were our friend. You taught us more than Latin. That language was not dead to you, nor ancient, Whose Caesar, Cicero we might have read As other boys will read them now. But, Sir, You held a lamp more clear for us: Yourself- 'The beam that safely led our faltering Best To yours, who knowing-loved all Nobleness. You strove to use our stubborn minds for Truth. You took each frailest lance, and steadied it With your kind steel. You lent us thoughtfulness. Riches you gave, beyond our hearts to measure- You led us far- Dear Sir, our thanks to you. A. P. J. IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIllllllllIllIIIIIIIllIllIIIIIIllIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIlllllIlIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIlIlIlllIIIlIIIIIIIIllIIlIIIIIlllllIIIIIIllIllIIIIIIllllllIIIIIIIIIIIIlllIIlllIIIIIIllIIIIIllIllIllIllllIIIIlllIIIIIIllIllIIIIIIllIllIIIIIIIIIllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllll