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uate contributions, and to maintain a high standard of excellence. In order to do this successfully we must have the aid of the graduate body. By this we do not mean any “milk and water” passiveness, seasoned with petty modesty, but actual contributions to the paper.

Our alumni have complained of the uninteresting character of our college publications, and we now propose to open a paper to them, and we hope and expect that each one will take this as a personal invitation to write something for its columns. We also hope to increase our circulation among the graduates of the college, and in order to do this shall send both weekly and monthly to subscribers at the same price that the TUFTONIAN is now furnished. This change is for the combined interests of students, graduates, and Faculty, and we hope for, and, in fact, must have ready support from every individual concerned.

We cannot let the occasion pass without a word of comment upon the production of “ Ralph Roister Doister.” Although the Commencement festivities have crowded it out of the mind for the present and almost out of the TUFTONIAN pages, it is safe to say that its effect will be felt in college and in the world to a far greater extent and longer than the Commencement occasion. It has received favorable comment from all sides, and has served to turn the attention of the educated public toward Tufts as few things could do. Its success from a literary, historical, and histrionic standpoint was all and more than was expected, and it is only to be regretted that Tufts students will not more largely patronize a production of this kind, in order to make it possible to add “ financial” to the long list of commendatory adjectives. The audience, as the well-known dramatic critic, Henry Clapp, said in concluding a column devoted to the play, was “large, scholarly, and critical,” and embraced some of the most prominent educators of Massachusetts, but it had only words of commendation for the performance and the careful study and direction of Professor Maulsby. Indeed, to him is due great credit for the successful production of a play which we predict has established upon a surer foundation and strengthened the position of the college and the English department among educators and educational institutions.

With all the brilliant successes of the exercises attending the graduation of the class of '95, there has been mingled much sadness. Not only from the natural regret at the severing of ties of friendship and the breaking of old associations in the midst of foreboding doubts as to the future, did this come, but the bright and joyous Class-day was shadowed by a cloud of deeper sorrow which came over every friend of Tufts at the news of the death of our venerable benefactor and indomitable leader, Dr. Alonzo A. Miner; and indeed this gloom was not confined to the area of Tufts's influence, but fell like a pall over all who had ever known the “ fearless Christian soldier,” or felt the magnetic influence of his powerful personality. But few men have been so long and so closely connected with the college and have held its interests so near to their hearts, and no one has stood more firmly and steadfastly at the helm and guided it through threatening disaster. As president of the college, and as chairman of the executive committee, he has wielded an influence in the offices of the college without which we could not have enjoyed the advantages which we enjoy to-day. Those who sat under his instructions, and who have been associated with him in the direction of the college and in the work of the Christian ministry, honored, revered, and loved him; and even we of the later generation, who have known him only through his good works and powerful influence, and who have reaped the harvest of his untiring endeavor, his unyielding convictions, and his relentless courage even we have grown to think of him as one of our truest friends, and were struck dumb at the thought that his brave and useful life had reached its close. But in the midst of our grief we remember that he has left to us a priceless legacy in the memory of his grand and inspiring life, and that his influence will be in and over us forever. We can pass no more fitting eulogy upon him than that glowing tribute of those who have been associated with him in his noble and undying work.

RESOLUTIONS. At a meeting of the trustees, Wednesday, June 19, the following resolutions were adopted :

The death of Rev. Alonzo Ames Miner, D.D., LL.D., coming, though at the ripe age of eighty-one years, yet suddenly and almost without warning, has given a shock not only to the church and the community, but to the college. Dr. Miner had many public interests to which he was warmly devoted, but probably there was no interest that had taxed his energies to a greater degree, or that so completely commanded his affection, as this.

The movement for the establishment of the college, which originated about the time his pastorate began in Boston, enlisted his support from its very inception, and from that time to the hour of his decease he followed it with an interest that never waned or showed the least sign of abatement. To the administration of Dr. Ballou he lent a strong and helping hand. On the death of the first president, though the fortunes of the college were at a low ebb, and its future to many doubtless was dubious, he promptly accepted the invitation of the trustees to assume the presidency, and during nearly thirteen years gave it a strong and healthy administration. Having confidence in his ability, sagacity, and prudence, men of wealth were led to give freely of their substance for its endowment. It was during this period that the financial foundation of the institution was laid, and the college was given a foremost place among the colleges of New England.

With his retirement from the office of president in 1875, he continued a member of this board, and as chairman of the executive committee and many sub-committees he exhibited the highest devotion to the welfare of the college. He gave to it freely of his substance, providing for the erection of the Miner Theological School. As trustee of the estate of the late Henry B. Pearson he secured from the Supreme Judicial Court permission to establish in connection with the college the Bromfield-Pearson School.

In his relations with the corporation his transcendental abilities, his urbanity and dignity, commanded the respect and admiration of his associates. They hereby record the feeling of the great loss they have sustained, and they beg to extend to Mrs. Miner their profound and heartfelt sympathy in her affliction.

ELMER H. CAPEN

For the trustees
H. M. KNOWLTON
HENRY B. METCALF

of Tufts College.

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Class- ALTHOUGH little can be said regarding Ninety-five's Class-day which has not been

said regarding its predecessors, what there is to say is all in the way of commendation. day.

In the first place, the weather could not have been better : a few big drops descended

upon the throng about the tree in the afternoon, but it was merely a little joke on the part of the weather-clerk, who immediately put on one of his broadest smiles in appreciation of his own humor.

At 9 o'clock A.M. the Seniors attended prayers in the Chapel for the last time, and then, after a service which must have been impressive to those about to relinquish what had become a part of their daily life, betook themselves to the President's house, where Mrs. Capen received them at one of those charming breakfasts which have become the most delightful feature of Class-day to those who wear the gowns.

The Chapel exercises took place at 11 o'clock, and were opened by President Capen with prayer. Eugene Averell, president of the graduating class, then welcomed the guests of Ninetyfive in a few fitting words, and introduced Edward Channing Craig as orator of the morning. The subject of Mr. Craig's oration was “ A Plea for Individuality,” and few Chapel orators have been able to more completely interest their hearers. Mr. Craig began by thrusting the knife right and left into the A. P. A., socialism, religious intolerance, political jobbery, and a number of other social perversions, and then continued as follows:

“ All men are born equal in the sight of God. Alas, that the present state of society will not allow them to remain so. There is no greater power which a country can possess than its manhood. Let this power then be developed. Teach the younger generations to think for themselves, to act for themselves, to form characters which shall withstand the shock of vice; to be, in short, individuals.

“ In these ideal conditions which will form the millennium one great phase of human development, which is now dwarfed and misshapen, will rise triumphant and be over all and through all : liberty of thought, without which no individual can be true to himself, without which no nation can be mightiest.

“ Judgment is given men that they may use it. Because it may be used erroneously, are men to be told that they ought never to use it at all? Any restriction of the great and noble thoughts of the best thinkers of the world cannot be right, nor will it longer exist when men become individuals in the broadest sense of the word.

“If we could feel that the free individuality was one of the leading essentials of well-being ;

our

may

that it is not only a co-ordinate element with all that is designated by the terms civilization,'

instruction,' education,' culture,' but is itself a necessary part and condition of all those things, then would the world become rapidly greater and better.

“He who lets the world, or his own portion of it, choose his plan of life for him has no need of any other faculty than the ape-like one of imitation. It is not by wearing down into uniformity all that is individual in themselves, but by cultivating it and calling it forth, that human beings become noble and beautiful objects of contemplation.

“The great despot which rules us all, and which everywhere hinders human advancement, is custom, which says we shall not do aught new or original. And yet it is not progress that custom objects to; on the contrary, do not we, even while bending in obedience to custom's laws, flatter ourselves that we are the most progressive people that ever lived ?

“Grant, then, if you will, that we are made equal by virtue of that all-common gift, the soul, and also grant that individuality is the desired aim of life; shall we promote those conditions in which theories thrive?

“ First of all, education must be spread abroad. The coming generations must be taught to cope with emergencies and to profit by the errors of the past. All that we have not at our birth and that we need when grown up is given us by education, which comes from nature itself.

“ But there is another and a more important means, namely, the acceptance of the true religion. Not the worship of any particular creed or dogma will make individuals of us.

What is necessary for a complete development of ourselves is a true love for that God who is in all and through all, the God of the human heart.

“And may we not ask, What is the main design of this true religion? I answer, The influence which it is intended to exert on the human mind constitutes its supreme honor and happiness. There is, there can be, no greater work on earth than to purify the mind from evil and to kindle in it new light, life, energy, and love. The highest existence in the universe is mind, for God is mind.

“ Not by any means should the mind and feelings be formed exclusively in a religious type. Let intellectual education and spiritual development go hand in hand, and then will a character be obtained which, while it bows to the supreme will, is also capable of rising to the conception of supreme goodness.

“ After all, the only great good is the working-out to the full of the divine nature within us. When this shall be done, around it as a centre all external affairs will revolve in peace and harmony. But let us remember that the noblest efforts are doomed to disappointment if they disregard the sacred offices of the individual.

“ Thus must we strive for perfection. And when we shall have attained the stature of the perfect man, then will the millennium of a truth have come. Wrongs and abuses will cease and men will dwell together in unity, the course of human life directed by its individuality.”

The poem, by Charles Henry Wells, we regret that we are not permitted to print in accordance with the usual custom. It will probably appear later. Its title is “ The Loom of Life.” It begins by depicting first a little maid, then a beautiful woman, and then an old grandmother, spinning, and closes by a comparison of life to a loom where each of us spins a varying woof into à warp which is prepared for us.

Soon after the morning exercises, at i o'clock P.M., a bountiful table d'hôte lunch was served in the gymnasium, after which the Germania Band furnished a promenade concert until 3 o'clock, at which time the tree exercises began. Charles Neal Barney delivered the oration, his subject being “ The Man of the World.” No better comment can be made upon Mr. Barney's production than that which came from a gentleman in the audience, — “ It was too short.” The following is a brief abstract:

“In these fin de siècle days which Professor Nordau would have us believe are degenerate, when the magazines have been fitfully endeavoring to revive poor, dead Napoleon, and make him a sort of posthumous hero for a heroless age, when the papers are filled with satires on the coming woman, and when every man who can write an English sentence is frantically endeavoring to solve the problem of the morality of Miss Trilby O'Ferrell, it is fitting that we should consider some of the qualities that make the man of the age, because of the trepidation everywhere expressed lest the hero and heroine that shall interest the youth of to-morrow shall be of a different quality from the Lincoln, the Toussant L'Ouverture, and the Florence Nightingale, who have given inspiration to our age and generation.

“By one of those strange contradictions to which our language is given, the phrase ' man of the world' has been applied to those who are narrowest in their sympathies and the farthest removed from anything that savors of cosmopolitan life. The time has come when those who can see the higher meaning of life, who can feel it in its breadth and depth, whose sympathies are for all men and nations of men, and whose hopes embrace the broadest and most uplifting aspirations of mankind are about to take from the horse-jockey and the bartender the prerogative of the use of a title which ought to be the proudest that a human being could wear.

“ The world is broader than a city bar-room, vaster in its extent than the sympathies of any selfish man under heaven, and infinitely more grand than the narrow mind of the man who sees nothing in life beyond a scramble for money and position can possibly imagine. It has a significance that inspired a Washington when it failed to inspire an Arnold, a Shakespeare when it failed to inspire a Wilde, a George Peabody when it failed utterly to give inspiration to a Jay Gould; a significance that can make the true man of the world see in the spreading trees, the charming verdure, the ivy-covered shrine of dear old College Hill something grander and of infinitely more meaning than trees that must be trimmed, grass that must be cut, and buildings that must be kept in order at considerable expense.

“He who takes this material view of things is called the man of the world.' He who can see the broader significance of God's handiwork will one day be considered alone worthy to bear that title.

“When civilization turns for its type of the man of the world to its humble citizens who are somehow enriching the great fraternity of humanity, as well as to its Shakespeare and Washington, the heroic ideal will not remain unchanged, but the youth of the future will look for his pattern not to his Cæsar, his Cromwell, his Napoleon, but to those alone who in mental, moral, and spiritual training have so broadened their sympathies, hopes, and aspirations that they have become types of the true citizen of the world.”

The class history, by Arthur Adolphus Blair, followed the oration. Mr. Blair recounted in a graphic way the story of Ninety-five's struggles and triumphs since its entrance to Tufts. Some of his remarks were very happy. Next came the class prophecy, by William Roger Dunham, who posed as an astrologer, and with humorous allusions meted out various destinies to his classmates. His hits were received with hearty laughter and applause. . It was one of the most popular parts of the day, and we regret that lack of space prevents its publication, for, unlike some similar papers, it would bear cold type. James Fitz Sheldon, chief marshal, then presented the farewell gifts of Ninety-five to the three lower classes. To Ninety-six was given some brain food in the shape of an antiquated salt fish, which, after the exercises, was deposited with a solemn chant in the Barnum Museum, as being past active service. To the Juniors were also given the rattles taken from them by Ninety-five three years ago, which had been carefully preserved in their original wrappings for the occasion. To Ninety-seven was given, with a word of admonition, the pair of old shoes given by Ninety-one to be handed down the line of odd-number classes. The Sophomores received the gift with a ringing cheer especially prepared for the occasion. To Ninety-eight was given an excellent cake of compressed yeast, the hope being expressed that it might enable the class to rise to some extent in the near future.

After the presentation ceremonies, the Seniors sang their class ode, composed by Ashley Auburn Smith. As the playing of the band rendered the words of the ode utterly unintelligible, those who heard it sung will doubtless be glad to see it in print:—

“ Brothers in a noble cause,

We have years together stood,
Bound by friendship's purer laws,

For a manlier hardihood,

“Now our parting hour draws near ;

We must onward in the strife,
To the goal, with purpose clear,

Noble end of noble life.

“ Not with sadness do we meet

Here to sing our farewell song,
But with hopeful hearts to greet

Duties which the future throng.

“ Faithful, cheerful to the last,

All our battles bravely won ;
Hear the word when all is past

Whisp’ring in our souls, "Well done.'

The next thing on the program was the cheering. Some very catchy yells were given. Ninetyseven excelled in this feature of the program, although Mr. Ohata's Japanese yell for “ Prexy reflected great credit upon Ninety-six. Ninety-seven's vocal ornaments came very near being lost to the world. A few enterprising spirits from this class had scaled the Chapel tower during the previous night, and when the sun rose it shone upon a Aag, firmly fixed to the highest point on the Hill, combining in a series of squares the red and black of Ninety-five with the red and white of Ninety-seven. Ninety-six had also raised its colors upon a pinnacle of West Hall, but took them down when requested to do so. No one could be found, however, to remove the Aag from the Chapel; and Marshal Sheldon declared that if it should not be down before 3 o'clock, the Sophomores would be excluded from the exercises. It was, however, the general sentiment of the class that the fag should come down, and the decorator was sent up to remove it. Although his attempts were vain, the spirit shown was satisfactory to the Seniors, and the Sophomores were at length called into the procession. After the exercises they escorted the Seniors about the Hill, while the latter cheered the various halls.

The time from 5 to 7 o'clock was given up to spreads. Theta Delta Chi and Delta Upsilon entertained at their chapter houses, while Zeta Psi received at the gymnasium, Delta Tau Delta in Ballou Hall, Alpha Tau Omega in the Chapel cloister, and non-fraternity men in Ballou Hall. Dancing in the gymnasium and music by the Glee Club and Germania Band furnished entertainment during the evening. A handsome display of fireworks was also provided. The workmen were very late about getting some of the lanterns lighted, but the effect of the illumination when complete was remarkably fine. As the writer was passing under the long strings of gayly colored lights which descended to the ground on the northern side of the Chapel he heard a verdant looking individual remark, “ Well, by jingos, if them goll darned lights don't look beautiful!” The writer agreed with him that they did ; it was, in short, a beautiful Class-day altogether, and it is to be hoped that those which are to follow it will be as successful.

Baccalaureate In Goddard Chapel, at 4.30 P.M., Sunday, June 16, President

Capen preached the annual baccalaureate sermon before the graduating Sermon.

class. He chose “ The True Source of Power” for his subject, and took his text from Psalms cxxi: 1, 2: “I will lift ир

mine eyes

unto the hills, from whence cometh my help. My help cometh from the Lord, which made heaven and earth.”

The following abstract fails to do adequate justice to the thoughtful discourse :

Man's strength is not in himself. He cannot follow the impulses of his own nature and find them sufficient for his guidance. His being transcends the limits of experience and embraces the unknown. He is the only creature that looks upward. From the earliest times the hills have been sacred. Abraham ascended to the hill for the sacrifice of his son. Moses received the tablets from Mt. Sinai, and even we, when weary, lift up our eyes to the hills for strength.

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