The Gavelyte, February 1910

Cli]f >ARVILLE COLLEGE. those who helped to free our land from the stigma of a system that approved of '·man's inhumanity to man" Truly" never did any crisis demand uch bravery and never was there a more devoted army of patroits than those who fought for our country's sake in those dark days of civil strife. Never can we give them praises too great and honors too many to compensate them for their brave and heroic deeds. But while honoring those heroes of days gone by, pause to remember the heroes that still live and fight with undaunted courage for the sake of right, ju tice and purity, and for the abolition of sin and prevailing evils. Remember those who are o earnestly striving to drive from our land the roots of evil and are working for the ex– clusion of a traffic that there is no law but what it violates, that has no respect for agE> or manhood, no love but love of gold, no pity but what avarice strangles The ever waging battles between the forces of right and the powers of such evils are continually bringing forth heroes of the staunchest, bravest and truest kind, but so often do they strive on, unhonorerl, unpraised and soon forgotten. When thou art ~tanding in the garden of thy thoughts weav– ing from memory's choicest flowers a wreath to deck the brow of thy mo. t honored hero, weave also another to the memory of the noble deeds that the world knows not. Weave within that wreath the memory qf the sacrifice of him who leaves home and friends that he may di. pel superstition and ignorance from a heathen people, who ~aves the Hindoo mother the necessity of throwing h6r beloved babe to the turbulent waters of the Ganges, who carries the religion of happiness and a ·true God tu the uttermost parts of the earth; place with that memory the thought of tho e who so devotedly and cheer– fully do the lowlier works of life; remember in that wreath a brave little newsooy who trudges through hot and dusty streets that he may gather a few pennies to aid a widowed mother in the struggle for a mere existence; weave within a flower for every noble deed that Ho often goe.· unnoticed; and when that wreath has become so isn,at that thou tam;t weave no more may the four wind of heaven . hi,ar upwarrl thy offering and rising higher and higher may eYery tiower of memory oecome a star, and every star shine an eternal me- 1norial to thf' world'.' T nhc~raldecl HProe.. 23