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aegis of her Constitution like a shield to protect the liberties of English men, shuts Ireland in by the hard hand of coercion, and bars the pro j gress of Irishmen in the exercise of . self-government. “ Things which ; are new are not always true.” Ail ; honor to the great old English states j man, to whom the eyes of his gen- , eration are turned, who, in the last | decade of his life, surrendered for a j principle, the exercise of the highest i power in Europe, to take a place in ; the ranks of the workers for home ! rule in Ireland. Grand old hero, j statesman, patriot, the last act of an honorable, well governed, well spent life sits as a luminous crown on his declining head, before which free men everywhere will bow. Sunny France, she, who once bore the love and nurtured the strength of Bona parte—beautiful France, clad in garments of loveliness, renowned for her proud temples and wondrous woiks of art, standing above the ashes of dead heroes, who rejoiced at Jena and Marengo and Auster- litz, come now the voices of her cit izens, forgetful of the -days of her glory, not shouting in triumph for the eagles of France, but with fair cities given to the enemy for ran som, utter the later and newer cry : “ Vive le Commune.” The sun shines bright on us to day—our own beloved country is busy with the hum of industry. Peace reigns—the machinery of the government, once inharmonious, moves with regularity and precision. It is our government, but not alto gether the government of our fath ers. While we still uphold its struc ture, and cherish with pride the flag which waves over the greatest and best of the Republics, we will not attempt to strike from its history the record of those who once op posed it, nor tread with unhallowed feel the earth where lie the forms of those UQble heroes who lie there in obedience to Theft - country’s call. We will rejoice in the , prosperity of a common country, governed by common laws for a common end. We will share the same hopes and bear the same destiny. Yet we of the Southland may not forget with out disloyalty to our sires,that there w as cause in which all the better instincts of their nature were en listed. Whether wise or unwise, they fought for a just and righteous cause. Though they submitted in good faith to the stern decree of the god of war, the right will live for ever with the memory of the gallant champions. When the pica us of a reconstructed nation shall be sung in honor and justice to the past, we will remember “That never a hand waved sw®rd from stain so free, Nor a purer sword led a braver bard, Nor a braver bled for a brighter land, Nor a brighter land had a cause more grand, Nor a cause a chief like Lee.” We live in a beautiful world,where the perfume of flowers, the sweet strains of music and attractive vrorks of art, smooth the rough an gles of practical life, and add rich ness and fragrance to our day dreams. But flowers without perfume, mu sic without harmony and art with out skill, are substituted for the true, before which the devotee will bow iu form, and rejoice in the be lief that old things have passed away, and all things become new. The sun shines not alone for us— along its path around the earth, it shines everywhere on men, bearing a common purpose in pursuit of a common end, and they give back the color, as they live in the shadows or bask in the sunshine of civilization and progress. The Orientals, content with the philosophy of Confucius, shut the world for ages from their gates, and knelt befoie their gods of wood and stone. The Persian bends in adoration to catch the earliast ray of his re splendent god—the morning sun. The stolid Turk with his lessons from the Koran, wars on the unbe liever and bows to the power of Mo hammed. The native American, rude and untutored, lays the weapon of the oiias'e in the grave of his brother, to speed the soul of the brave to the happy hunting grounds of the Great Spirit. The blood of all beats with a common love for country, home and freedom. All are men stirred by the same emotions of fear, and living in the same dreams of hope. With each and for each, life is true, the present real and the future but the great unknown. All bow to Nature, and all are moved by art ; all have traditions and point with pride to historic deeds of arms. When the sun of civilization rises over the horizon, and dispels the mist of superstition, when the stern er virtues of man are mellowed by the soft touch of human charity, when the wish to move and to ex' pand shall grow in tae national life, then for each and all, new beauties shall unfold, new songs shall be sung and new truths shall add the blessings of liberty and peace. Fellow Members of the Demosthe- nian Society:—Another year has been added to the life of our Society; it came into our hands ripe with usefulness and a landmark in the history of the University. We must transmit it to our suc cessors with its reputation unsullied, its unimpaired, and its success un diminished. It has survived war and flood, and honored every pro fession. It is old and it is true. Whether as members we abjure sentiment or mingle the beauties of life with the cares which are to come, our search is for the true. It may be among the old, and stand out to view like a tower set upon a hill, or it may be found in new thoughts developed by the progress of the day and experience gained bj - time.— Wherever it may be, it shines with no uncertain light, and brings no uncertain return. It is that truth which is not lost in the grandeur of the majestic mountain, nor lies unheeded in the trembling violet whieff scatters its perfume at its base. New or old, in nature or in art, it has expelled tiorance, set aside false theories, gathered light, and excluded dark ness. It has made the world better, man happier, and woman more beau tiful. New or old, when found, it has elevated character, made nations more free, and brightened life. It reaches loftier heights, breathes purer air, and worships at a truer shrine. If in verse its sentiments inspires, its harmony consoles; if in art its beauties elevate, its lessons ennoble. It shines with a purer ray, and lights the world with lrappiuess and love. HUMOROUS. The aeronaut’s business, it seems, PHI KAPPA SOCIETY. Phi Kappa IIali., | Feb. 22, 1888. j The society met and wns called to order by President C. C. Pee, for the purpose of electing a .-tandard bearer and ushers for t‘ie occasion. E. W Rodgers was elected standard bearer, and Messrs Wright, Up shaw, Collier and West ushers. The society then adjourned to the chapel, where theanniverstr.au, N. R. Broyles, delivered an eloquent and inter esting and well rounded address, on ‘ Heroes and Hero Worship.” The society then returned to their hall and was very much interested in the speech of the Pr.vate anniversarian, Mr. Mitchell. The society was then enter tained by speeches from Dr. J. G. Arm strong, Dr. Jones, Prof. Woodfin, Mr. Calloway, Mr. Tuck, Mr. Russell, and Prof. Cobb. Soeit ty then adjourned. Poe, President. Hardwick, Secretary. APPLIED ASTRONOMY. "He took me out to see the stars, That astronomic bore; He said there were two moons near Mars, While Jupiter had four. I thought, of course, he’d whisper soon What four-fold bliss ’twould be Tos'roll beneath that four-fold moon Of Jupiter with me.” And when he spoke of Saturn’s ring I was convinced he’d say, That was the very kind of thing To offer me some day. But in a tangent off he went To double stars ; now that Was most suggestive, so content And quite absorbed I sat. is going up. Men who must draw the line somewhere—Surveyors. A dog rarely points to a moral, but he frequently adorns a tale. The successful thinks he is getting ahead when he is getting a heart. A good mattress is worth 900 per cent, more at 7 a. m., than at 7 p. m. Fashions for males don’t change much, still there is always a new wrinkle in coat tails. “I’ll take your part,” as the dog said, when he robbed the cat of her portion of the dinner. There is an athletic club in In diana composed entirely of grocers. They are all lightweights. A man with a heart in the right place is more of a curiosity than a man with a heart in the left place. It always bothers a Frenchman who is learning English, to read one day that a murder has been com mitted, and the next day that the murderer has been committed. “You must take great pains to keep out of draughts,” said a doctor to a patient. “ Take great pains? I’ve got all the pains now I can exist under. I can keep out of draughts without taking any more pains, was the painful reply. Bat »o; he-talfced a-dreary mess; Of which the only fraction That caught my fancy, I confess, Was ‘ mutual attraction.” I said I thought it very queer And stupid altogether, For stars to keep so very near, And yet not come together. At that he smiled and turned his head ; I thought he’d caught the notion. He merely bowed good-night and said, ‘ Their safety lay in motion.’ ” Governor Oglesby is a fiank, blunt old chap, not at all tender with other people’s foibles, and occasionally developing a ten dency to jump upon himself and give him self a scolding. Some months ago F. H. Wines, secretary of the State board of charities, sat with the Governor on the cars between Chicago and Springfield. Uncle Dick was in a thoughtful mood, and he finally turned to hts companion and inquired: “Wines, what can you look back on your life and take geuuine delight in ? What good have you done ? What have you ac complished in this woild? 19 the world any better for your having lived in it ?” Wines accepted the challenge thus forced upon him, and modestly recounted some of the things which led him to be lieve his life had not been an absolute fail ure. “And now, Governor,” said he, “what have you done? What good works have you performed ?” “That’s just what I’ve been thinking about,” replied the Governor; “and do you know, Wines, I have come to the conclu sion that Dick Oglesby 19 a d—d fraud.” —Chicago Herald.