nature that, warmed by the genial atmosphere of a cultivated life, might have enriched and sanctified his being-is warped and chilled, and dies undeveloped, in a heart through whose stony walls no ray of vivifying light ever enters, except it be reflected from gold and silver dollars, its glittering idols.

Now we come to say "Farewell." Here our ways begin to diverge. Each, with his little experience, his hopes, his fears, and his ambitions locked safely away from human sight in his own heart, starts out upon the highway of professional life. Let us, then, with this parting grasp of the hand, dedicate our lives to the conscientious discharge of the high calling we have chosen, well assured that He who holds us as in the hollow of his hand, in storm or sunshine, in disappointment or success, will be our firm rock of reliance and cover us with the shield of his Omnipotence.

"If our souls but poise and swing
Like the compass in its brazen ring,
Ever level and ever true

To the toil and task we have to do,

We shall sail securely and safely reach

The Fortunate Isles, on whose shining beach
The sights we see and the sounds we hear

Will be those of joy and not of fear."