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1925. As the vision of this distinguished college evinces its departure by increas- ing haziness, just beyond several buildings apparently devoted to agricultural purposes become clearly defined. The most noticeable of these is a capacious, slanting-roofed haru, whose open doors reveal the hay piled high Up011 the loft, aud great mountains of straw, which afford CO%y nests for you haughty biddies. In the door-way a gen- tleman, browned by conflict with King Sol and dressed to withstand the moods of capricious nature, surveys with a calm sense of ownership the broad, undulating fields that surround an almost palatial residence. His attention is diverted by the tramp of many hoofs, as the horses return from the brook to their stalls. As he turns a very poor puisiognomist could not mistake our fanner, though iu maturer rears than when we last saw him, for any other than class-mate Jack Galt. 1908. The next scene is one of peculiar interest, pm-ta king- somewhat of the nature of a pantomime. This mystic me diuni between future and present reveals the Legislative Hall of our nation. Its galleries are thronged with visitors gazing with rapt attention at Senator Gilbert, who has just risen to speak. Nor is interest mani- fested by the visitors alone; his colleagues, and even the dignified chairman. have abandoned their nonchalant attitudes for that of profound, almost fascinated attention. And the orator, his face expressing eloquence, pathos. scorn, patriotism in the uncon- sciousness of emotiou; his conunauding presence enhanced by the grace and earnest- »ess of his gestures, and the faces of the audience reflecting his thoughts as a mirror are all evidences of the true oratorical power of one of Western Md.'s graduates, 1909. Mr. Grow's uncouqueraule antngonisui to connubial relations prompts an imaginative indulgence ere I again adjust my glass Perhaps, after the lapse of years, some fair damsel has vanquished his passion for palate and brush and solitude; or perhaps there lies in the depths of his trunk a packet of letters which contain a new version of Love's Labor Lost, but instinctively my mind builds among its air castles a "bachelor's hall," whose owner is wedded to his art. Let llS see! Prominently there hangs upon the wallc of the C~- Gallery a petnuug-.-a gem even among those treasures of art, The subject is indeed so ftlll of pathos in its simple courage as to be deeply touching-c-an old man, his white head bowed reverently over the Sacred Scripture, is at his daily devotions. On his bosom a golden-haired child reclines, glancing ever and anon through the window, apprehensive of the approach of Catholic foes, who are engaged in their horrible methods of persecution. As an exquisite production of genius we admire it; as a production by Mr. Grow it must ever be an object of our proud appreciation. r898. In college