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Vol. XXX. 

NOTRE DAME, INDIANA, March 6, 1897. 

To Gregori. 

r^NIKE spring-touched petals, so thy years unfold, 
^ And show a golden heart replete with zeal 
Illuming all thy work; as sunbeams steal 
Along the -valley glade, or fall athwart the bold, - 
Grey hills at vesper hour. The walls' that hold 
• * Thy . thoughts in light and shadow, all reveal 
A soul with love incarnadined. We feel 
That there in art thy life is- grandly told.. .1 

As rugged bluffs that stand against the sea 
At eventide, aglow with pointed light. 

Unmoved by blast of storm, or ceaseless wave. 
Was thine unshaken faith; and steadily 
The. fires of hope out-burned the gloom of night 
To light thy pathway out .beyond the grave. 

Thomas B. Reilly,, 97. 

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Tom from My Note-Book. 


IKE the inhabitants ot the ancient 
city, who were tormented by a dragon 
that departed not until they had deliv- 
lfB|L jeered U P 1° him as sacrifice the 
fairest of the city’s virgins, I am 
tortured by my friend the editor. Implacable 
as fate he comes at stated periods to lay waste 
my den, nor is he pacified unless he bear 
away with him the fairest daughters of my 
brain. These in the seclusion of his sanctum 
he tears and mangles until at last they go to 
feed the presses clicking constantly over 
behind the kitchens. 

i Tonight I know my dragon will come again, 
and I must have a victim read}’ - to appease 
his wrath. And yet my fancy has played me 
traitor and will not do its office. I have left 
now no more creations of the past, and I 
know not how to find the sacrificial offering. 
I have been sitting thinking for many minutes, 
and the method I have taken to assist my 
thought has made my hair stand out as bushy 
almost as the Circassian girl’s. I hear the step 
of my dragon now, and— yes, there is his 
scratching on the door, — I must put him off 
awhile. Here’s for it, then, with my sweetest 
accent: “Yes, I will have my copy in another 
hour,” I say, and he nods, smiles and is gone. 

. Really I ought not to have put off my task 
thus long; but, though procrastination is the 
thief of time, she is, despite this little, failing, 
a friend most agreeable to, entertain. The 
trouble is she never knows just when to leave, 

~ and stays until she has worn her welcome 
threadbare and must be forcibly ejected. I ' 
wonder, in connection with the proverb I have 
cited, who was the author of the many saws and 
sayings that are daily used by those who can 
find nothing original to say? I am certain that 
no one man could have written them all, for 
they involve so many . contradictions that, if 
they all came from one hand, that hand must 
have been a woman’s. The ape objected to the 
man who blew both hot and cold, yet prover- 
bial wisdom in one breath tells us to strike 
the heated iron, and in another counsels the 
use of second, thoughts. The great age of the 
proverbs — for none has ever been exactly 
traced to its first author— coupled to this fact 
of their inconsistency, leads me to believe that 
either Eve occupied herself in writing them, or 

else Noah's lady started the world afresh with 
these bits of foolish wisdom as its guide. But 
this is not soothing my dragon, and his pacifi- 
cation must be accomplished. Heavens! I 
have dipped my pen into my glue pot by 
mistake, but the ill-wind has blown me benefit, 
for I have drawn forth an inspiration. The 
glue pot and shears have served many another 
well before; they shall assist me in my labor. 
Here is my note-book, on whose pages I have 
jotted down my thoughts as they have struck 
me — and also the thoughts of others. 1 will 
tear the pages forth at random and paste and 
cobble them together till I have made a meal 
to stay my dragon’s appetite. Mayhap I have 
employed some of the thoughts before, cer- 
tainly I shall use them after to make for my 
dragon another meal. But they will be rounded 
out and polished then, so that he shall not see 
the old skeleton for the charming new flesh 
that adorns it. Here is the first page torn out; 
let us paste it carefully: 

Those who say that marriage is a lottery are 
usually people who have themselves drawn 
blanks. Marriage is a lottery to him only who 
has made of it first a business. All business 
contains more or less of chance, and when a 
man seeks a wife simply because he wishes a 
partner, or mayhap some one to support him 
in ai state of ease, and not from the force of 
true, genuine affection, he is almost as apt to 
fail in his choice as to succeed. I once won- 
dered how a 'man could barter against any sum 
of gold himself, his liberty and all the other 
attributes of -, his unvalued soul. Now the 
question is all clear to me, for he who is base 
enough to sell, himself has not a soul that is 
worth am iota of the sum which trusting woman 
pays for it. ; ' . ’ 

That is a blow at my own, sex, so I will turn 
unto the letter W and see;, what 1 have written 
there on woman. Firie'writing closely covers 
all this page, and I can therefore cull a senti- 
timent from it, if I am so minded. But these 
scraps are to be plucked at random, so I make 
a snip of my shears without close observation 
and this is what I get: 

Inconstancy may or may not be an attribute 
of woman, but inconsistency is certainly one of 
her failings. I have seen women who could 
not go a twelvemonth without losing several 
purses, wonder whence their sons derived their 
carelessness, and true viragoes who would mar- 
vel that their husbands perferred a quiet club- 
house to a noisy home. Their memories, too, 


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are remarkably convenient, for they consider it 
nothing to remember for months just how a 
friend was dressed, or all the cross, mean things 
one may have said; yet it is for them a task 
wellnigh impossible to recall the previous 
sums of money they have spent when they 

are seeking more. 

* * 

I know the women will all say that I am 
“mean and horrid,” to give forth such a senti- 
ment, but there is a grain of truth, at least, 
concealed in what I say. Then remember I did 
not choose the bit from malice, but only by 
accident or chance. Here are the next two pages 
that I found; I give them without comment: 

If heaven were what some people figure it to 
be, a Bowery music-hall would be its counter- 
part. He who has a material conception of 
bliss eternal and looks for streets of gold and 
noble mansions has not a soul that would 
appreciate heaven properly if it should chance 
to enter. Yet it is strange to note how many 
are the misconceptions. Scores of men whose 
souls can not appreciate true music, but who 
disguise their shallowness by drinking in with 
eagerness the poorest melodies, imagine that 
heaven will be filled with music in which they 
will know how to take a part. The spacious 
mansions have their charms for negroes, and I 
am sure that the purple and fine linen form 
one of the dearest attractions of Paradise to 
our fair sisters in the Lord. 

* * 

The press has raised a hue and cry against 
vivisection, and for my part I do not see the 
reason of the tumult. Man is the lord of 
creation (perhaps he rules his kingdom badly, 
but no matter); and what is the pain of a thou- 
sand unreasoning brutes, if their “ torture ” adds 
many years to the life of a human being with an 
immortal soul! Yet there is one vivisectionist 
I would condemn, and he is the man who notes 
down the pulsings of his heart from day to 
day. Call his work diary or journal as you 
will — the name is nothing; but I think this act 
of self-analysis is simply diabolical. , It leads 
not to self-knowledge, for the journal is seldom 
written to be read. Even were it so written, I 
would never commend the practice; for if the 
past is rosy-hued it pan be well recalled; if 
gloomy, we should let the dead past bury its 

, * 

* * 

Here is another sentiment for the women. I 
am speaking much of them, but I vow that the 
note-book opened of itself upon their page: 

The good, the true and the beautiful may 
be knit together closely in philosophy, but my 
experience has shown me that in womankind 
the true is seldom beautiful, the beautiful more 
seldom true. Indeed, though woman does love 
deeply when she loves, she makes many exper- 
iments before she discovers whether what she 
feels is love or merely preference. Forthese 
experiments the men must suffer; for they are 
the dummy figures on whom woman tests her 
affections. She who does not imagine herself 
in love a thousand times before she really 
begins to love indeed, is a creature rare as the 
fabled phcenix. In truth, as Thackeray, I think, 
remarks, women begin to feel in fancy the "fires 
of love as soon as they are out of swaddling 
clothes and are rejoicing in short skirts. 

# ' • 

* * 

The page of G’s has furnished this for. all 
alike, both men and women: 

Gratitude may be a valuable virtue, but - I 
think it can be a fault as well. He who con- 
siders himself bound to do all things for some 
persons because they have served him often, 
deprives himself of all the pleasure their favors 
may have given him. If I thought that evefy 
time I did a friend a favor I made him feel 
uneasy by the obligation of return, I would do 
services only to my enemies. I feel myself 
bound to grant my-.favors to my friends in pro- 
portion only to my love, and I expect return 
in. the same measure. I do not wish to feel that 
each kindness I do. to those 1 love should be 
offset by a service they returned. The man 
who dares to recall a favor he has granted you 
as an argument to obtain a boon, is more than 
thrice a brute. I knbwH always distrust a man 
who tries to make his favors a demand for a 
return, for he acts not from love but through' 
interest. I would much rather die than be saved^ 
from death by some one who would remind me 
often of his service: it would look as though 
he saved me but to labor in his behalf. 

* * - . T . * * 

Here is another pour les dames , but it is not 
slander this time: 

Those who say that women have no idea of 
time have doubtless never kept a woman wait- 
ing. Women are, on the whole, made of much 
the same metal as men, although they are 
cast in a mould more slight and slender.. .The 
feelings of both sexes are alike, and the; only; 
difference lies in the way they show them- 
selves. Man has been schooled from boyhood: 
to control, and he can bury his sorrow deeper 

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and hide his skeleton more thoroughly than 
woman can. But his grief is none the milder, 
his skeleton no less frightful, because of the 
weight he has piled over it; and when chance 
brings the feelings again to light they are all 
the stronger because they have so long lain 
dormant. Woman, though, allows her feelings 
to run like a flood, especially in love, and thus 
she always gets the sympathy and pity of the 
world. Man dies very seldom of a broken 
heart, as does a woman, not that he does not 
feel, but because he can bear the blow which 
would crush the frailer and more tender woman. 


* * 

To the fond mothers now I recommend this 
sentiment. Would it were followed just a little: 

The English language, so all foreigners aver, 
is of all civilized speech the most difficult to 
learn. It is a wonder to me, therefore, that 
women will not go about the matter rationally 
when they teach a child to talk. For my 
part, although I claim some knowledge of our 
English tongue, I never could understand com- 
pletely the gibberish that women babble to 
their babes. It is English, but English so 
distorted that the child who learns to speak it 
will have to unlearn all he knows before his 
speech will be intelligible. Many a child would 
have learned to speak clearly long before he 
did, had he been unhampered by his knowledge 
of barbaric baby talk. A child is a reasoning 
animal, perhaps with reason sadl}*- undeveloped, 
and his intelligence will only grow the slower 
if he be treated as an animated doll. 

* * 

I have almost enough to feed my dragon, 
and one more foray on my note -book will 
complete his meal. Here is the last. May 
my readers look with indulgence on my patch- 
work, because it was made in haste; 

A man who will admire a picture for its frame 
will buy books for their binding, and wed a 
woman for her face. I like to see a man who 
has the courage of his convictions, and will 
admit a lack of taste in things artistic; but 
such men should keep away from picture 
galleries, and not force their lack of apprecia- 
tion on those who have a love for art. -It is 
one thing to acknowledge an opinion, but quite 
a different matter to cast it into the face of an 
audience that disagrees with , you, especially 
when that audience is all the world. You may 
be true, but do not seek to be the messiah of 
your belief. The world may notice you enough 
to crush you utterly— that is the most that it 
will do. - : * 

Varsity Verse. 


I N the. forest dank and wet, 

Wilt thou live, my voilet? 

Peeping through the sodden leaves, 

Where the forest spider weaves 
Its fragile silken net? 

Why not grow as daises do, 

Underneath the skies of blue, 

Waving, drifting in the sun, 

Sleeping, when the day is done, 

On beds of beaded dew? 

Fearest thou some heedless clod. 

There might crush thee to the sod. 

Ere thy little life is o’er, — 

Lest thy death should come before 
’Tis time to droop and nod? 

Fearest thou the burning heat 
Shrive] up thy petals, sweet, 

Steal the drink the earth would give 
That thy dainty self may live 

With happiness replete? 

Doth thy kindness bid thee stay 
In the forest gloom alway, 

Giving life where all seems death, 
Breathing out thy fragrant breath. 

And making sad nooks gay? 

E. J. M. 


Weary, weary, weary me! 

Life is little dreaming, 

Toil and pain is all I see, 

While pleasure is the seeming. 

Play from work is never free, 

Love’s with trouble teeming. 

Weary, weary, weary me! 

Life is little dreaming. 

L. P. D. 


I wish, I wish, — I know not what; 

To wish, I trow, is mortal’s lot. 

I wish not love, I wish not gold, 

I wish not wisdom manifold. 

And life and . death, — the way. of all, 

We can but let these shadows fall. 

The love of God, and peace with men, 
These gained, I will not wish again. 

;• '• '■ A. L. M. 


.. Dreamily, dreamily sighing for spring, 

- ; Here at the first fall of snow; 

Wishing for warmth that the spring days bring, - 
And the day’s not cold, I know. 

, : Dreaming of sunsets, in clear April skies. 

Such is the cause, of those heartfelt sighs. 

- - Vr ; ' a. l. m. 



Rosalind and the Others. 


Utopia, the creation of Sir Thomas More, and 
the forest of Arden, the creation of Shakspere! 
These are the ideal countries, and the latter, 
just as truly as the former, is “the land of per- 
fect happiness.” Shakspere in writing a comedy 
could have found no spot more suited to the 
general dispositions of his characters than that 
locality in which he placed the principal scenes 
of “As You Like It.” The play is among the 
very best of its kind, and so light and fantastic 
is every event that the piece itself is most 
enjoyed if read on a summer day, while its 
spirit is especially catching when the comedy 
is performed in the open air. The whole play, 
indeed, is romantically poetic, and must be 
studied with the mind of the lyrist rather than 
with the mind of the dramatist. Everything in 
it is so ethereal as to remind one of a magician’s 
city wrought of cloud and mist. Coleridge 
expressed this idea when, in praising the pas- 
toral beauty and simplicity of “As You Like It,” 
he declared that Shakspere “ usually touches 
upon the larger features and broader character- 
istics, leaving the fillings up to the imagination.” 
This comedy is so free from plot and situa- 
tion that the whole interest centres upon the 
characters. We look on in wonder as the 
peculiar traits of each person are presented, 
and we can not but admire the delicate skill 
with which contrast and incident are employed 
to give distinguishing marks to the individuals. 
Rosalind, for instance, is the embodiment of 
the free child of nature. Not so practical or self- 
possessed as Portia, not so deeply love smitten 
as Juliet, Rosalind is, nevertheless, a more pleas- 
ing character than either; her nature is more 
exuberant than that of any other Shaksperian 
creation, and her mischevious disposition is 
continually manifesting itself. Besides this 
charming jollity of Rosalind, however, there is 
a sensitive, womanly heart that beats within 
her manly doublet. From ‘her first meeting 
with Orlando there arises a love many fathoms 
deep, — a love that can not be sounded. The 
son of Sir Roland had tripped up the wrestler’s 
heels and her= heart, both in an instant. When, 
later on, they meet in the forest, Orlando does 
not recognize the lady who gave him thq chain, 
but she knows him. After making him confess 
that he loves Rosalind she proceeds to tease 
him, though: her heart can scarcely continue 

the deception; she has a mock marriage with 
Orlando, and makes Celia pronounce the sol- 
emn words. At last, when Orlando declares 
that he can “ live no longer by thinking,” she 
says that she will not weary him, then, with 
idle talking and, finally, reveals herself ta him. 
The end is a happy consummation of the»'love 
of these two souls whom “ no cross shall part.” 
Celia, the daughter of the usurper, is another 
picture of true womanhood. All her virtues 
are parallel with those of Rosalind, so that 
the affinity, of their natures draws these- two 
women into lasting friendship. Celia ahrtost 
worships Rosalind; her affection is heihrtfelt 
and self-sacrificing, and she can not bear to 
part with the companion of her childhood. 
She and Rosalind are affectionate playmates, 
“whose loves are dearer than the natural bond 
of sisters.” -When Duke Frederick pronounces 
the sentence of banishment against his niece, 
Celia cries out that she can not live without 
her friend, and at once decides to give up her 
father’s home rather than be separated from 
Rosalind. The daughter of Frederick, though 
not so merry as her cousin, is gentle and pure; 
she has not been contaminated by the vices of 
the court, and her general disposition makes 
her a fit associate for Rosalind. 

The main strength of “ As You Like It” 
seems to consist in the contrast of characters 
as well as in incident, and nowhere is this 
quality more pleasantly manifested than in the 
natures of Orlando and Rosalind. The latter 
bubbles over with mirth, while the son. of Sir 
Roland is very sedate and, at times, almost 
gloomy. The wrongs done to Orlando by his 
brother have tended much to sour his temper, 
and when he falls in love with Rosalind and 
sees no way of satisfying his affection, a morose 
spirit takes possession of him. He is steeped 
in the madness of love, and hangs verses 
on the trees of the forest; “neither rhyme nor 
reason” can express his attachment to the 
exiled duke’s daughter, and when she, dis- 
guised, trifles with him he takes all her actions 
seriously. The people respect him because, as 
his old servant Adam says, he is gentle, strong 
and valiant. Even his elder brother is forced 
to admire him; this brother, Oliver, confesses 
to himself that “he’s gentle, never school’d and 
yet learned, full of noble device, of all sorts 
enchantingiy beloved; and, indeed, so much in 
the heart of the world, and especially of my 
own people, who. best know him, that I am 
altogether misprised.” 

The younger son of Sir Rolandjjde Bois is 



somewhat gloomy, but not of the same disposi- ■ 
tion as the melancholy Jaques. The latter had 
seen all the pleasures of the world and tasted 
of every vice, and, as a result, he is now the 
most pessmistic of mortals; yet he seems 
happy, and loves his sadness “better than 
laughing.” He is not a professional fool, as 
Touchstone is; but, being naturally of a reflective 
mood, he continues to indulge in queer freaks 
of fancy; he sees life darkly as through a glass, 
and while railing against lady Fortune he 
affords amusement for himself and interest for 
the others. Poor old Jaques does not try to 
make others sad, but loves to rest in quiet 
nooks where he maybe alone and muse without 
annoyance. He is kind-hearted, too, and has 
won the favor of all by his odd character. The 
exiled duke says that he loves “to cope him in 
these sullen fits, for then he’s full of matter.” 
There is, indeed, much philosophy in him as is 
evinced by his dissertation on the seven ages 
of man. His nature is more like that of the 
world-despising hermit; and when at last he 
betakes himself “ to put on a religious life ” 
we feel that he has found his proper earthly 
resting-place, away from the cares of this busy 

In the forest of Arden, Shakspere has also 
placed the faithful Touchstone, who is in reality 
the clown by profession. This worthy wearer 
•of the coxcomb and the jingling cap is by no 
means an insignificant person in the play, for 
his true fidelity and disregard of self make him 
an important factor in the various scenes of 
the comedy. The melancholy Jaques envies him 
his prestige at court and in the forest, and he 
fain would have for himself the privileges of 
the professional fool. 

“O noble fool! 

A worthy fool! Motley’s the only wear,” 
says he to the duke. Jaques recognizes in 
Touchstone something more sincere and unself- 
ish than anything he himself possesses, and he 
longs for the ability to act such a part himself. 
The friendship between the two keen-witted 
men is of a peculiar nature, and Jaques is con- 
tinually manifesting his, enthusiasm at having 
discovered such a cpunterpart to himself. . He 
would haye everybody cherish this motley fool; 
and he says to the duke: “Is not this a rare 
fellow, my lord? he’s as good at anything, and 
yet a fool.” These two clowns, indeed, com- 
plete each other, and we understand each of 
them best when they are conversing together. 
Jaques has a melancholy of his own, “com- 
pounded of; many simples, extracted from many 

objects”; he is unique in his every action, while 
Touchstone is the genuine old Shaksperian 
clown with whom we have become so familiar. 

Of the remaining characters in “As You 
Like It,” none is more cleverly sketched than 
the old Duke who has been deprived of his 
power and forced into exile by his own brother. 
His greatness of mind and amiable disposition 
make him worthy of all respect, for even in his 
banishment he never grudges Frederick the 
throne. He is happier in the free, roving life 
at Arden, and keeps up the spirits of all by his 
jovial good nature. He rejoices in the silent 
depths of the forest, and, “ under the shade of 
melancholy boughs,” is pleased to “ lose and 
neglect the creeping hours of time.” There he 
passes the time with his friends, and 

“Finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, 
Sermons in stones, and good in everything.” 

Indeed, all the characters are well adapted to 
the light spirit of the play, and we feel that they 
would not be content amid the turmoil and 
struggles of everyday life. Even old Adam, 
.though he might be totally disregarded in any 
other drama, is here so well suited to the roman- 
tic tenor of the piece that we do not pass him 
by without further consideration. His touching 
fidelity to his young master is a noble trait, and 
Orlando tells him he is “ not for the fashion 
of these times, where none will sweat but 
for promotion.” And the kind-hearted Adam 

“ Yet fortune can not recompense me better 
Than to die well, and not my master’s debtor.” 

In this charming comedy we find even the 
title of the play always in full accordance with 
character and event. Throughout the entire 
piece a poetic view of life is manifest, while the 
rustic beauty of everything gives to the work 
the essence of the pastoral. The madrigals, 
interspersed freely through every act, add 
greatly to the fascination of the drama. The 
name, “As You Like It,” has rightly been 
referred by Schlegel to the relation between 
the play and the public. There is no element 
of intrigue, no special plot, and very few inci- 
dents interesting in themselves, and yet the 
denotiement is brought out so unexpectedly by 
those same indefinite forces that we must 
admire every point in the comedy. We delight 
in watching these “.fantastical knaves” who 
“ fleet the time carelessly, as they did in the 
golden ; world,”- and who see “ho enemy but 
winter - and rough , weather.” All,, indeed, act 
just as we would have them act, and in the end 
everything. turns out just as we like it. 


The Transfiguration of Love. 

FRANK EARLE hering { Belles Lett res ). 


A Pastel. 

The willows drooped with the weight of the 

Vagrant drops trickled down the sides of the 
moss-grown watering trough. A willow- 
■ leaf drifted on the water’s surface. 

Hand in hand they walked silently. 

The pink petals of the peach-tree, white in the 
moon-flood, sank downward whirling noise- 
lessly upon the air. The faint breath of 
the lilacs perfumed the night. 

Silence was on the meadows, broken by the 
occasional tinkle of a bell , buried in the 
soft fleece of a grazing ewe. 

Timidly she raised her eyes, but let them fall 
again, for he was looking at her wistfully. 

The chestnut tree in the wheat-field cast its 
silhouette upon the pale grain. A whip- 
poor-will floated through the night inton- 
ing as it went. 

A thin wisp of brown cloud was drawn above 
the moon like a veil flung back from the 
chaste face of a nun. From the motion- 
less grass came the multitudinous chirp of 

Hand in hand they walked silently. 


On the old bridge they stopped and- peered 
into the creek, gurgling and splashing over 
roots and stones. 

“Can you love me?”, he asked softly. 

Involuntarily she raised her eyes for a fleeting 
glance at the deformity which birth had 
given him. 

He understood. Gently he drew her hand to 
his. She trembled in the presence of a 
power greater than words — than thought. 

He spoke: “ When God sent my soul to earth 
He showed to me in vision my soul’s soul. 
The face was yours. But you bore on 
your back a burden such as I now bear. 
Straightway I pleaded that He would give 
to me the burden meant for you. God 
heard my prayer and I came down to earth.” 

Hand in hand they went silently, happily. 

Far, far off, out of which the moon rises, a 
white mountain peak upreared its head. ; 

The moon shone through the trellised vines of 
the wild grape and latticed shadows danced 
on the waters. 

They went onward forever toward the shim- 
mering of the mountain. 

on Music. 


Music is a language that conveys to its 
intelligent hearers the very thoughts and feel- 
ings of the composer. Many have denied that 
it can express ideas, and claim that it only 
gives impressions by playing upon our senses, 
and that its sole aim is the pleasure of its 
hearers. Here I distinguish; we know that all 
barbarous peoples have national songs which 
are simple to the extreme, but which satisfy 
their crude tastes.. In more civilized nations 
this music sounds vulgar; it is not advanced 
enough for us to appreciate. We crave for 
better harmony, and consequently our music is 
more refined. Why is this? Because we are 
able to see the beauties and connection in the 
works of the great artists, we derive benefit 
from listening to them; in fact, the very feelings 
of the composers are infused- into us, whether 
consciously! or unconsciously, so that we delight 

in almost dwelling with music. We shall 
develop this more fully further on. 

Music is a language. It speaks to our inmost 
soul; it expresses a thousand feelings that 
speech is too feeble to convey. It. begins 
where speech leaves off, and tends to.complete 
in us a thorough description of all that it 
was intended to picture. The most common 
example given to show the effect of tone is its 
effect on animals. When the master, calls his 
dog, it does not understand the words, but it 
knows from the manner in which it is addressed 
whether correction or caress is meant. In 
poetry the music tends towards the more 
complete expression of the ideal; it goes hand 
in hand with the words, lending its assistance 
where the words are too weak, and. becoming: 
secondary,' while speech portrays the more 
material parts. But music, as a language,' to ; : 


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be understood must be studied. We can not 
attain any idea of what a foreigner is saying if 
we do not know his tongue; so also in music, 
if we do not know its principles we are entirely 
at a loss to find the beauties that lie hidden 
in its hallowed depths. To understand the 
problems in astronomy we must know its laws; 
to develop theories in any science we must 
have a knowledge of its elements; and in music 
there must be a high cultivation in order to 
derive from it what it offers to us. 

When we hear music, real music, we hear it 
just as the nephew of Coleridge heard his uncle 
when conversing — “he soars up and floats in a 
higher atmosphere, almost too rare to breathe, 
but which seemed proper to him ” — so we are 
carried away by its wonderful powers and are 
elevated out of this world to traverse with 
music regions that are far beyond this life of 
care. Mr. Dwight made a very good compar- 
ison of our association with music. He says 
that it is like entering a church and seeing the 
far-off, pale, spiritual-looking preacher, but in 
vain do you seek to catch his words; yet, even 
if you do not hear them you hear him and feel 
his power over your soul. Of that sort is the 
eloquence, the influence of music. 

We learn to appreciate music. At first we 
admire airs of the simplest nature, but as we 
gradually grow in musical knowledge we begin 
to perceive the beauty that it contains and we 
become competent of really enjoying it. From 
this it seems that the great composers lived long 
before man was prepared for them; but if such 
men had not given us true music to elevate and 
guide us, we should likewise be in darkness 
and out of its reach. The musicians of previous 
ages were looked upon by many of their 
contemporaries as ignorant, useless men who 
were apart from the rest of mankind. Have we 
any reason to censure these artists for remain- 
ing aloof? There were few to whom they 
could communicate their ideas, few who could 
appreciate what was done for them, and con- 
sequently these masters left their works to be 
praised by posterity. Like the Greek artist 
they were painting for immortality, and suc- 
ceeded. We often hear the objection that men 
who devote themselves to music are careless, 
shiftless, and unable to battle in practical life. 
This may be true, but not of musicians alone; 
look at- artists, sculptors, poets — do they not 
live in a higher sphere, and do we not admire 
the grand productions of their skill? Each 
kind of artists forms a class, and if they can 
not find sympathy in the world they, retire to 

dwell in the realms and companionship of their 
respective ideals. 

Although music conveys feelings it does 
something more; it expresses more than sen- 
timent, and from the various combinations used 
certain thoughts are expressed, more or less 
definite, but still giving an idea of what is 
meant* The meanings given to chords arid to 
the connection these chords have with others, 
portray different passions and describe differ- 
ent movements. Thus the major third is used 
in interrogations and appeals, the minor and 
major fifths in prayer and desire, the sixth 
wherever love is declared, and so on. If one 
knows the science of music one can discover 
the ideas of the composer; although they may 
be somewhat vague, nevertheless a kind of 
feeling closely akin to his is awakened in the 

It has been said that music gives us what we 
bring to it. But the question now arises: Does 
not music give us more than what we expect 
from it? I think it does; because if a person 
knows the title of a selection and hears it, he is 
almost forced to picture scenes that the artist 
wished to show. Of course, I admit that music is 
not able to expound a theory in ethics, to paint 
any view accurately, or to narrate successive 
events; but I do claiin that certain strains excite 
us in the same manner as passages of the 
descriptions of things portrayed, and conse- 
quently we naturally associate the two ideas and 
understand music. Many enthusiastic admirers 
have gone too far in considering this property, 
and have written much that is untrue. This is 
detrimental to the art and a harm to those who 
are anxious to obtain knowledge concerning 
its powers. It conveys ideas, but only what is 
technically known as musical ideas. 

Will the musicians, that we esteem so highly, 
live forever in all the works that they have 
produced and be regarded by succeeding 
generations with as much favor as they are by 
us? Yes; just as much as we admire Dante, 
Shakspere and Goethe in literature, Raphael 
and Michael Angelo in art, so shall Beethoven 
Gluck, Verdi, Haydn and Wagner be remem- 
bered in music. Their works will be even more 
appreciated in the future, for thousands of 
beauties await the ear of proficient musicians 
and are exhaled from the instrument, to be 
detected concealing the most perfect art. Other 
composers may arise, but their productions are 
like those of many modern literary men, — - r 
excellent in style, clever in expression, but 
wanting in deep,' sound thought and feeling. 


We have a very indistinct idea of what 
ancient music was; but from the writings of 
authors we conclude that in olden times they 
cultivated music more for pleasure than for 
the art itself. We have records of Daniel 
playing before King Saul, of Sophocles accom- 
panying his “Thamyris” on the cithara, of 
vEschylus making music for his own tragedies, 
and in many other places we find reference 
to skilled musicians. We can only infer what 
their music was like from indirect methods; 
for instance, the rise and fall of the voice, the 
passions of the hero, and the movement of the 
lines of verse that were sung to its accompani- 
ment. They had no musical notation but what 
was very imperfect, and consequently we can 
not, in any way, tell what they knew of the 
science of music. It never was very profound, 
but rather light and pleasing to its hearers, 
probably more acute and rapid in moments of 
passion, yet always addressing the ear more 
than the mind. Music was. first written during 
the time of Gregory the Great and not before, 
for in the writings of St. Isidore we find: 
“Unless sounds are retained in. the memory, 
they perish, because they can not be written.” 
If there was a musical notation previous to the 
seventh century it was not generally known. 

Music moves our hearts, influences our will, 
overcomes passion; yet I hardly think we can 
compare its effects with those of oratory, to 1 
which the same properties are applied, for the 
reason that* they deal with different natures. 
Some men would be more apt to obey the 
emotions- excited by music; while on the other 
hand even more may obey the orator. But we 
know from experience that just before great 
battles no speech can produce the result upon 
a soldier that proper music will. We must 
consider circumstances, for many times one 
art will influence where the other is wholly 
unavailable. We know that music deals with 
the beahtiful, offers a consoling spirit to the 
afflicted, and within its realm nothing can 
overcome the hearer as much as true music. 



Displayed for all the rude world to behold, 

A woman’s beauty is a tender flower 
That, fading quickly, soon begins to tire; 

. • Her wit a brilliant gem of sparkling fire. - 
But woman’s love is an alchemic power 
To change- man’s dross of life to heavenly; gold. 


Magazine Notes. 

— The Atlantic Monthly in its sombre, serious 
way is particularly alive nowadays to questions 
of the hour.- It -is a literary magazine par 
excellence by tradition, doubtless, as much as 
by desire, — and it is also beginning to look 
into the fields of science, politics andsociology. 
The initial article in the March number con- 
siders Mr. Cleveland as a President from Prof. 
Woodrow Wilson’s point of view. The author 
does not attempt to assign the ex-President to 
his place in the history of our politics; that 
he leaves to the historian of the future, but 
he calls Mr. Cleveland great. The Arbitration 
Treaty is well handled by Prof. John Fiske. 
“The Good and the Evil of Industrial Com- 
bination” is another paper of interest to the 
serious reader. To students in general we 
would recommend “The Rational Study of 
the Classics.” It is a strong argument in favor 
of a study of the Greek and Roman authors. 
Prof. Gildersleeve continues his account of his 
sixty days in Greece, and Paul Leicester Ford’s 
charming serial, “ The Story of an Untold Love,” 
in its present installment loses none of its 
interest. “ Marigold-Michel” is a clever tale. 

— With each issue of the Chap-Book it be- 
comes evident that there is a decided improve- 
ment over the. early “fad” publication, from 
which this review took its rise. The present 
number, — that for the first fortnight in March,— 
contains editorial paragraphs which are unqual- 
ified in their denunciation of the middlemen of 
literature. The methods of these literary agents 
are clearly set forth, and their uselessness to 
the young author sufficiently demonstrated. 
Gerald Stanley Lee, who is the author of 
several critical papers written with good judg- 
ment in a fascinating, epigrammatic style, con- 
tributes to the present Chap-Book a clever article 
wherein he contrasts two modern critics, Mr. 
I. Zangwill and Mr. Charles Dudley Warner. 
Mr. Arthur Morrison’s self-defence against the 
charge of exaggeration in his story, “A Child 
of the Jago,” seems to be convincing and 
rather hard on his critic to boot. Mr. Henry 
James’s “ What Maisie Knew” moves on in its 
easy flow. The book-reviews are no less able 
than heretofore/which is saying a good deal; 
and the verse, though lacking much thought, 
is notable for; its -almost faultless - technique.’ 
Kate Douglas Wiggin’s “The Tale of a Self- 
Made; Cat ” is; an > example of what even., a, 
reputable writer will do to grind out copy. 



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Y Reporters. 

— The concert given last Tuesday in Washing- 
ton Hall by the Mozart Quintette was not much 
of a success. Mr. Fredric Ingersoll, the vio- 
linist, who played here last year with a different 
troupe, was favorably received however. He 
is serious and energetic, but his chief claim to 
recognition depends on technique rather than 
on inspiration. The Quintette at times pro- 
duced creditable music, and the soprano. Miss 
Adalyn von Trump, though her range was 
narrow, sang fairly well. 

— Such meetings as are occasionally held 
in the Brownson reading-room to celebrate the 
birthdays of statesmen and heroes are worthy 
of the highest commendation, and reflect great 
credit upon those who arrange them and take 
part in them. As a rule, the speeches are good, 
while some are excellent; the music pleasantly 
fills in the intervals and the spirit displayed is 
most flattering to the men of Brownson Hall. 
Long-winded and sophomoric speeches are, of 
course, to be heard now and then, but there is 
evident beyond these defects an earnest desire 
to learn for oneself the art of public speaking, 
and to pay a tribute to the departed hero. The 
custom set by the gentlemen of Brownson Hall 
in this respect deserves unqualified jmaise. 

G-reg-ori’s Last Work. 

There is pathos in an unfinished work and in 
the thought that an undertaking can never be 
achieved. In reading “ Weir of Hermiston ” we 
are less affected by Archie’s misfortune than 
we arc by the fact that Stevenson can never 
tell us the rest of his great story. We read 
fragments of poems which existed for the most 
part in their author’s imagination only, and we 
arc strangely moved because the poet’s thought 
to the end is irrevocably lost to us. Thus 
Death is a heedless destroyer. 

Preserved among the historical collections 
at Notre Dame, with all the care of a priceless 
treasure, is a picture which was growing under 
the hand of a great artist when death arrested his 
brush. He was our artist, though he lived and 
died beneath the Italian sun. He is our artist 
still, though his brush has dropped forever 
from his hand; for here around us, in vestibule, 
in corridor, within and without the church 
which he beautified at the same time that he 
glorified his own name, everywhere we turn, 
we feel his undying spirit and see the results 
of his genius. This master was Luigi Gvegori, 
who, eight months ago in Florence, succumbed 
to heart disease in the midst of a labor of love. 
He was engaged up to his last moments in 
painting some pictures for the Minims’ chapel 
in St. Edward’s Hall. These last proofs of his 
genius now occupy the places in St. Edward’s 
Hall for which Gregori intended them. 

Besides the unfinished painting there are 
five others. The first occupies the position of 
honor in St. Edward’s Hall, being placed in the 
vestibule of that building and surrounded by 
the names of the Minims. Fit setting for such 
a gem. It is a picture of Christ, Salvator Mundi. 
Rays of divine grace, the saving light of the 
world, emanate from the places of His wounds, 
and His face bears an expression more benign 
than ever shone upon the face of man. The 
painter makes you feel with singular force the 
supernatural beauty of the Christ Face. 

The second is a picture of St. Theresa in 
ecstasy. She sees a vision of St. Joseph, who 
bears on his right arm the Divine Infant and 
in his left hand the symbolic lily. The Babe 
looks down upon the holy nun and points to 
Its foster-father as though to intimate thereby 
that he would serve as mediator between 
creatures and Creator, like Jacob’s son in the 
court of Pharaoh, whose answer was ever “ Go 
to Joseph! ” 



The next painting represents St. Anne bend- The idea of the unfinished picture has been 
ing over the youthful form of her daughter, well embodied by one of the artist friends of 
who holds an unrolled manuscript in her hands, the University in the painting which adorns 
The Blessed Virgin Mary is thus depicted as the main corridor of St. Edward’s Hall. It 
receiving from the model of mothers the represents the apparition of our Lord to Blessed 
instruction which was to fit her for her noble Margaret Mary, when He revealed to her His 
part in man’s redemption. Sacred Heart and made known to her. the 

The third is a picture of the great bishop blessings that flowed therefrom. He stands 
and Doctor of the Church, St. Augustine, before the prostrate Sister all transfigured by 
dressed in episcopal robes and holding his the effulgence of divinity. His garment is 
heart in his hand as if repeating, “Too late open to disclose His Heart, which is at the 
have I known Thee; too late have I loved same time bur'nincf with love for us and bleed- 
Thee!” This is a striking picture, but it is far ing from the wounds we are inflicting there. 


surpassed in vividness and strength by the Ineffable sadness is depicted in His counte- 
fourth of the group, which is a picture of St. nance, and yet you can discern the sweetness 
Peter. Christ’s first vicar is made to point and benignity with which He offers His Heart 
with the index finger of his right hand toward to mankind. Beneath this copy is the legend 
Heaven and in his left he holds the keys of the which Christ spoke to Blessed Margaret Mary 
celestial kingdom. This is typical of Gregori’s when He requested her to reveal to all the 
power of characterization. The face is strong, devotion to the Sacred Heart: “Behold this 
the attitude resolute and admonishing. The Heart which has loved men so much.” What 
fire of unswerving devotion flashes from his strikes one most in these pictures is the coloring, 
eyes, which seem to say, “Thou knowest, Lord, which Gregori had developed to a marvellous 
that I love Thee!” degree. The Nativity, of which we give a pho- 


tograph, is the greatest example of Gregori’s 
skill in this line. 

The unfinished picture shows in some degree 
the methods of the great artist. The figures 
are drawn upon the canvas and the color is put 
on as an experiment. You can see the chalk 
lines by which he corrected the drawing. Here 
he intended to improve upon the fall of a piece 
of drapery; there he drew a line or effaced one 
to accentuate a certain characteristic of the 
countenance. It was his friends’ wish that his 
last effort should never be finished and their 
will is respected. It will ever remain the most 
beautiful and pathetic reminder of the great 
painter, who spent the best fifteen years of his 
life at Notre Dame; and when the Gregori 
Gallery is no longer an idea but a fact, not one 
of the hundreds of paintings and drawings that 
shall grace its walls, be it pastel or portrait, 
genre picture or miniature, not even the Nativity, 
itself, will attract more attention than this last 
result of a genius that vanished prematurely. 

J. B. 

. -*•*- 

Various Things. 

' This is the motley-winded geutlemau. — Jacques. 

Sr ‘ " . 

I presume. that every institution has certain, 
peculiarities’ of custom that are .bugbears in 
themselves, which are yet insufficient annoy-, 
ances to merit destruction by their own prom- . 
inence. Here, at Notre Dame, some such 
incubus is .to be found in a. tendency toward 
speech-making upon every ^possible occasion. ' 
The mania seems to be in the climate, for when / 
a gathering, of any . kind occurs among the 
students,, the slightest pretext imaginable is , 
seized upon for a deluge of amateur .oratory. 
Embryo Burkes and Henrys and Chauncey 
Depews;are as numerous as office-seekers after 
a Campai gn ; 'an d,’l i keT th e latter , th ey pounce 
upb1fi^the uh\Vaty every point of vantage; 
It is, no doubt, a very laudable thing to become 
an adept at talking ^ on one’s feet; but the 
accepted habit of: considering all sorts of 
gatherings as legitimate material to practise 
upon is going a Tittle' too far. Of course; at 
most of our meetings, especially those having 
to do with athletics, some one must take the 
floor, but whoever is talking; should explain in . 
terse, business-like diction what is before the 5 
house, and 'sit-down. -• As it is, however j the 
bringing up of any. subject is a signal for the 
, bellows to get in wofking order, and one after 

another, in apparently endless succession, the 
speakers, inflict themselves upon their fellows 
with sophomoric floweriness and, agonizing 
verbosity, all about things whose connection 
with the subject under consideration is entirely 
microscopic. As a rule, there is not even the 
excuse of a contest to justify these strange 

* % 

If a good, substantial war does not result 
from the row in the Balkan states or the 
Spanish affair, we may come to the conclusion 
that war, outside of newspaper correspondents’ 
“specials,” is a thing of the past. Each nation 
seems to be so much- afraid of every other 
nation that an eternal peace may be the result. 

- ■ - - ~ % 

What is undoubtedly the most important’ 
event of , the month, on the stage took place. 
Thursday night, when Minnie. Maddern Fiske 
produced, at the. Fifth Avenue Theatre in New 
York, a dramatization- of Thomas Hardy’s 
novel, “Tess of the D’Urbervilles.” The adap- 
tation has been made by Ldrimer Stoddard 
with Mrs. Fiske’s aid;. .and if the work is such 
as these writers’ abilities would lead us to , 
expect, Hardy’s strong book should result- in- 
an unqualified success as a drama. This “ story 
of a pure woman” is a wonderful and curious 
creation, but filled at- 1 ' every point "with the 
thrilling tragedy of life; 1 and while not alto- 
gether pleasant or adapted to the uses of the 
traditional “ ypung person,” .the qualities of - 
strength and human interest are always pleas- 
ant: The creation of the role of Tess by . Mrs. 
Fiske is a guarantee of strong artistic work, 
for although she ; is \not an actress popular 
. with the masses, she . is. -justly credited with . 
talent Yerging; closely upon genius. That rather 
erratic man but sterling actor; Charles Coughlan , 
will . be her . principal support, and the result of / 
the production may be watched for with inter- 
est. Mrs.. Fiske is - herself;” the author of some *_ 
excellent dramatic works principally in the 
line of one-act plays. The romantic Fontenelle, 
which James: O'Neill produced a few years 
ago, was from her pen. 

*-'* " ! ‘ , - 

The concert season in Washington Hall 
closed Tuesday in ; a blaze of glory? The 
quintette and soprano gave a very creditable 
amateur performance. But there were other 
features with weird and highly complex effects 
that we ' do not dften have a chance’ to wit- . 
ness— thank Heaven! - " / . 

-Sans Gene. 



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The carpenters are still diligently working 
at the skylight in the gym, and it is thought 
that by hard work and studied disregard of 
orders they may possibly be able to finish it 
in time for commencement. Every day they 
saunter over to the gym, hold a council of war, 
pound in a couple of nails, and then wander 
over to Sorin Hall to make plans for the 
contemplated extension, while Captain Daly 
climbs up on the roof and anxiously examines 
the work with a microscope to see if there has 
been any advance in the work. But meanwhile 
the candidates for the Varsity get after the ball 
in the semi-darkness in a way that brings joy 
to every baseball enthusiast at the University. 
There has been a marked improvement in the 
past two weeks, and Ann Arbor will run up 
against a well-trained team when the}* come 
down here next month. As was predicted a 
short time ago, systematic training has devel- 
oped a great many of the candidates into 
promising players. Marmon has surprised his 
friends by the excellent showing he has made, 
and Follen is proving that he has in him the 
making of a ball player, liindel is improving 
day by day, as are Brown, Daly and many 
others. The more we watch the work of Sock : 
alexis the more enthusistic we grow over his 
playing. He gets after the ball the moment it 
leaves the bat, and handles it in a neat, clean 

Gibson returned Monday night, and received 
an enthusiastic welcome. He is not using his 
arm much as yet, but will start into light train- 
ing at once. If is thought that he will be in his 
old form in two or three weeks. On the pad 
Daly, Hindel and Sockalexis are making a r 
showing which predicts many stolen bases to 
their credit during the coming season.: Mr. 
Hering says that we have some of the best 
batters and base runners in the western college 
world, and that we ought to be able to out-bat 
any team we meet during the season. 

Twice a week competitions are held in fields 
ing and base-sliding. Mr. Hering has offered 
a bat and bat-bag to the one making the best 
record in competitions. The men are given' 
twenty-one chances at each competition, and 
to make a point .they must field the ball, and 
get it to the first base-man within four seconds. 
Three .competitions have already been' held, 
and we give below the percentages madeby the 
men. It does not show their relative, strength 

for the simple reason that only a few of the 
men have been at all of the competitions, and 
a few of the best players have had off days. All 
the players are not represented on the list for 
some of them have not been present at a single 
competition so far, but it is hoped that they 
will turn out better in the future: Medley, 
720; Shillington, S97; Murphy, 758; Dreher, 920; 
Chassaing, 880; - Gilmartin, 760; Follen, 933; 
Hesse, 960; Duperier, 800; McNichols, 880; 
O’Shaughnessey, S60; McDonald, 760; Martin, 
S20; Grady, 840; Marmon, 800; Sockalexis, 
960; Fleming, 880; O’Brien, 800; Daly, 940; 
Hindle, SSo. 

In the competition last Thursday, Daly, 
Chassaing, Martin and Sockalexis were the 
highest, and had a contest for first place. Martin 
dropped out first and was followed by Chas- 
saing. Daly and Sockalexis battled it : out 
together, but though they were obliged to 
handle almost every kind of a ball neither had 
much advantage over the other. They made a 
number of brilliant plays, ancl the contest was 
nearly as exciting as a regular game of ball. 
Daly was- injured finally, and ;the contest was 
declared a draw. 


— Mrs. Shillington and daughter, of Chicago, 
were very welcome guests, during the cele- 
brations of. last week. . . / 

— Mrs. Krug and her son George, of Dayton, 
Ohio, delighted their numerous friends at Notre 
Dame by a visit last week. ' f 

— Miss N. Devine, of Chicago, recently vis- 
ited her brother Marco, of Carroll Hall. Miss 
Devine has many friends at the University, 
who are always pleased to see her. , . . 

— Mr. Rees, of the Chicago post office, accom- 
panied by his little daughter, recently visited 
his son Harry, of the Minim Department, arid 
his daughter of St. Mary’s Acaderiiyl y. /] 

—Mr. Charles T. Cavanagh, A. B., ’91, and Mr; 
Thomas A. Dillon, ’71, spent last Sunday with 
T. Cavanagh of Sorin Hall, Mr. Cavanagh was 
on his way-home after a trip through Europe, 
and was unable to pass; by his Alma Mater 
without paying her a visit. The visit: of the 
gentlemen, though very; brief, was greatly 
enjoyed by their friends at the University. 

1 — Among the most welcome guests at the 
University last week were Miss' Hunt, .Miss 
Galvin, Miss Haetz, and the Misses Beck, of 
Chicago, and Miss Tormey, of Niles, Mich., all 
of whom were former pupils or graduates bf 
St. Mary's Academy. Their many friends at 
Notre Dame trust that the young ladies will 
repeat their visit before Commencement. • , v 

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Local Items. 

— Found: Fountain pen. Inquire of A. Kasper. 

— The class in' English Literature has begun 
the study of oratory. 

— Lost. — A cuff and gold-link cuff-button. 
Finder please return to room 25. Sorin Hall. 

— Edward Gilmartin, Brownson Hall, has 
been called to his home in Fort Wayne owing 
to the serious illness of his brother. 

— Lost. — A two-dollar bill; finder please' 
return to Students’ Office. Also a cuff and link 
cuff-button; return to Wm. R. Miller, Brown- 
son Hall. 

— Several members of the faculty were 
recipients of unique Washington birthday 
badges, gifts of Edward R. Walsh, manager of 
the Union News Company, Chicago. 

— It is rumored that “he” has decided to 
swear off smoking during the Lenten season, 
Whether this agreeable intention was accom- 
plished through persuasion, or whether it is 
voluntary is a question. The former, however, 
appears the more probable. At any rate, Brown- 
sonites are rejoicing. 

— The Fort Wayne Morning Journal (Wednes- 
day) speaks in high terms of our basket-ball 
team and the prospects of a return game to be 
played on the iSth. The paper gives the name 
of the Fort Wayne club as “ Y. W. C. A.” This 
must be a mistake, as 1 our boj^s are too shy, or 
too gallant, to play against the Y. W. C. A. 

— Last week, Frank Dukette, Brownson Hall, 
left for his home in Mendon, Mich., feeling 
very ill. Those who have heard from him re- 
cently say that his condition is not improved 
and that he will not be able to return to Notre 
Dame this term. Frank is well liked by the stu- 
dents, and his absence will be greatly regretted. 

— The St. Joseph Athletic. Association held 
a meeting last Thursday for, the election of 
officers for the baseball .season with the fol- 
lowing result: President, Chas. Benson; Vice- 
President, James Fenton; Treasurer, Rufus 
Jones. Jones was also elected captain of the 
Specials, and James Lindsey captain of the 
Anti-Specials. The St. Joseph Specials expect 
to surpass their standard during the coming 

— Immediately after the basket-ball game 
between the Varsity Five and the Fort Wayne 
Y. M. C. A. last week, one of the Fort Wayne 
students telegraphed to a young lady friend, 
announcing the victory, of the Varsity. The 
telegram was received by the. young lady 
during a meeting of a local social society. 
Filled with patriotism for Notre Dame, the 
girls gathered around the instrument and) after 
announcing the victory, gave the, college yell 
in tones demonstrative of their delight) * 

— Now that the Lenten season is here, several 
students have wisely decided to deny them- 

selves many little pleasures. A few of these 
boys are: Charles Niezer, who has resolved 
to cease teasing his juvenile neighbor, John 
Landers; “Peggy” Stearns, who is going to 
stop running around the gym like a wild-man; 
Frank O’Shaughnessy, who is going to shift 
“Honey Dew” and smoke poor cigars as a 
penance; Peter Duffy, who has resolved to pun 
no more; and Joe Casey, who intends to wear 
his necktie where it belongs. 

— The following promotions and assignments 
are hereby made to take effect at once: Cadet 
S. Dixon to be Captain of Company B; Second 
Lieut. E. L. Dugas to be Captain of Company 
C; First Serg’t C. D. Wells to be Second Lieut, 
vice E. L. Dugas promoted; Serg’t F. Kasper 
to be First Serg’t vice C. D. Wells 'promoted; 
Second Corporal J. Taylor to be Serg’t. The 
regular drill will be on Sundays at 10 a. m. 
sharp, and on Thursdays at 9 a. m. till further 
orders. Cadets reported must call at office 
immediately after drill. By order of Com- 
mandant, W. B. Weaver, Cadet Captain. 

— Exercises commemorative of the life of 
Robert Emmett were held in the Brownson 
reading-room Thursday afternoon on the occa- 
sion of the anniversary of the birth of the illus- 
trious Irish patriot. Brilliant addresses were 
delivered by C. M. B. Bryan, C. M. Niezer and 
L. C. M. Reed. W. W. O’Brien effectively read 
the last speech of Robert Emmett, delivered 
by him before receiving his sentence. A. Roy 
Crawford, Felix Bouwens and P. O’Brien each 
rendered a pleasing vocal selection, and E. 
Guilbert played a piano solo. The Pirn Man- 
dolin Club discoursed several popular airs 
during the entertainment. 

— There was a horse and cutter missing for 
a short time last week, and the blame for the 
temporary steal was laid on “Fatty” and his 
friend. In vain did poor “ Fatty ” make prot- 
estations of honesty and ignorance. No one, 
strange to tell, was disposed to credit his story, 
until by a lucky thought he went about trying 
to prove an alibi. “ I was on the campus at the 
time of the robbery,” he said, “ and here is 
my witness,” and forthwith he produced Curry, 
whom he held by the coat-collar with one hand 
securely grasping the trousers’ bottom of the 
said Curry. Witness deposed as followeth: 
“ ‘Fatty’ has said true. At the time in question 
he was standing between me and the sun on 
the campus. I was lying on a bench sleeping 
quietly and protected from the glare of the sun 
by my huge friend. In? fact, our side of the gym 
was in deep shadow, for ‘ Fatty ’ is mighty of 
bulk. Now, if ‘Fatty’ kept the sun off me at 
that time he couldn’t have taken the horse.” 
The evidence of Curry was accepted, and 
“ Fatty ” was released from custody. 

— Carroll and Sorin Halls were the basket- 
ball teams scheduled to play on the afternoon 
of February 28; but as several of the Sorin men 
were unable to come out the Brownson team 



played instead. This was the first appearance 
of Sockalexis at Notre Dame as a basket-ball 
player. He did not seem to know the fine 
points of the game so well as some of the other 
men, but he made a good showing, nevertheless. 
The Brownson men did not play with their old- 
time snap. Team work was sadly lacking, and 
the throws from the field were unusually very 
poor attempts. Cornell distinguished himself 
again by adding to his already long list of 
field goals. The game was played in a gentle- 
manly manner, and was the first and only one 
in which no fouls were made. 


G’ls from Field Gl’s from Fouls Fouls. 
Naughton o o o 

Cornell 5 o o 

Burns i o o 

Fennessey o o o 

Herron o o o 

Total 6 oo 

Points scored, 14 (Sockalexis accidentally knocked 
the ball into Carroll’s basket and thus scored two points 
for his opponents). 


G’ls from Field G’ls from Fouls Fouls. 



0 • 







. 1 




0 1 

0 - 






O’Shaughnessy (sub.) 




McCarrick (sub.) 





G’ls from Field G’ls from Fouls Fouls. 
Steiner r , o 0 0 

Geohegin o 0,0 

MacDonald o o 1 

Martin .. o .00 

Shillington 3 o • 2 

O’Shaughnessy (sub.) o 01 

Total 4 o 4 

Total -number of points scored, 8; Referee, Gerardi; 
Umpire, D. P. Murphy. Two fifteen-minutehalves. 

— There is a “bran-new” fire-box painted a 
beautiful red attached to the dynamo house. 
It has its number marked plainly on its bosom, 
so there is no danger of its weekly “ wash ” 
going astray. This fire-box is warranted to 
resist all action by fire. It is non-ignitable. The 
maddest fire-bug could not set it on fire if he 
tried for thirty-years, two months, four hours 
and seventeen minutes. It is good to be put to 
sleep by the thought that there is a non-ignit- 
able, unburnable, beautiful red fire-box with its 
number on its bosom, so that its weekly “ wash " 
can not go astray on the grounds. The fire- 
laddies are going to have a new house. They 
have several houses every Thursday, for when 
the. fire-laddies get into a house they have it — 
flooded with water and full of loud shouts. 
It was thought that when they had 1 the 
riiain building they had enough; but they in- 
troduced some old barrels filled with defunct' 

Total 1 o o 

Points scored, 2. Referee, Gerardi; Umpire, Father 
Murphy: Two fifteen-minute halves. 

Manager Murphy expected to have a game 
of basket-ball in the Carroll “ gym ” on Wednes- 
day night with a team from the Commercial 
Athletic Club of South Bend; but'as our neigh- 
bors were unable to com'e a game was played 
between the Carrolls and a Special composed 
of players from Brownson and Sorin Halls. 
The Carroll team literally ran away' from its 
opponents. In two fifteen-minute halves Carroll 
managed to score twenty-nine points, and the 
Special team were able to score only eight; 
The men on the Special team had had no prac- 
tice together, and this is principally the cause 
of their poor showing. The gam.e was a good 
proof of the value of team work. The attend- 
ance was much poorer than usual, probably 
because of the non-appearance of the C. A. C. 
team. The students in the various Halls, how- 
ever, must riot let their enthusiasm become 
cold. If you find it impossible to. attend the 
games, at least buy a ticket. The price, is so 
small that it will. not “break” any one. 


G’ls from Field G’ls from Fouls Fouls 
J. Naughton . . 3' . .0 .< • -i- 

Fennessey , , 2 M -- 1 . -to - 

Burns ,, 3 . :>i .">• o o 

Herron ' , • o V:> o* o •• - 2 

Cornell . . , . mi 6 -• • o • o 

Total’' 14 ‘ ' 1 - 3 

Total number'd! points scored, 29. ‘ . * ' , 

water drawn from sauer-krout, and then pro- 
fessors: and students had it — that is, an atmos- 
phere that brought back memories of a cemetery 
that had been off the census list for three cen- 
turies and a half. The introduction, of those 
ancient barrels made the’ main building too 
small, and the fire-laddies had a new house 
built. It is a large house, and it is away off in 
the back lot near the oil-tank. So the fire- 
laddies are hunting up some more old barrels 
and more deceased water, for though they have 
taken those barrels from the main building, the 
place is still too large in the new house. . Bids 
as to' an easy way of effectually filling- that 
new house in case a sufficient number of aged 
barrels be not obtained will be received at this 
office next week. The fire marshal reserves to 
himself the right to reject any and all bdrrels. 

List of Excellence. 



Church-History — Messrs. McDonough, F. O.’Malley, E'. 
A. Delaney, R. O’Malley, F. J. O’Hara, W. M. Geogbegan; 
Advanced Christian Doctrine — Messrs. Shiels, Cornell, 
Fennessey, Ward, Dukette. Farrell, McGinnis; Moral 
Philosophy — Messrs. Bryan, Reilly; Logic — Messrs. W. 
Sheehan, W. Fagan; Latin— Messrs. Ragan, J. Barry, Roy, 
Byrne, Farrell,Fennessey, Moynihan, E.Long, McGinnis; 
Greek — Messrs. De Lorimier, Niemvland, J. Farrell, H. 
Gallagher, Byrne, Trahey, Ragan, J. Barry, T. Reilly, 
Reardon; Astronomy — F. O’Hara; Civil Engineering— F . 
O’Bara; Descriptive Geometry— Messrs. Arce, Delaney, 



W. Geoghegan ; Mechanics of Engineering — F. O’Hara; 
Higher Surveying — F. O’Hara; Land Surveying — W. 
Kegler; Advanced Organic Chemistry — Messrs. F. 
O’Hara, J. Nieuwland; Advanced Phydics— Messrs. Arce, 
Delaney, T. A. Steiner; Elementary Physics — Messrs. E. 
Brown, Dowd, Nieuwland; Calculus — ‘Messrs. M. Neville, 
Atherton; Analytical Gcom. — Stuhlfauth; Trigonometry 
— Messrs. Hay, Brogan; Geometry — Messrs. McIntyre, 
R. Fox, R. Murray, T. Murray, Hanhauser, Foulks, F. 
Ward, Follen, A. McDonald; Algebra — Messrs. Ritter, 
Funk, Brogan, Foulks; Belles Lcttrcs — Messrs. Bryan, 
Reilly, H. Bennett; Criticism — Messrs. Medley, Mingey; 
Literature — Messrs. Farrell, Nieuwland, F. Ward, F. 
O’Malley; Rhetoric — Messrs. G. Barthel, R. E. Brown, 
Campbell, Duquette, Foulks, Hanhauser, De Lorimier, 
McDonough, Moynihan, F. O’Shaughnessy, J- Sullivan, 
Weisbacker; Law — Messrs. Chassaing.D. Murphy, Ney; 
Political Economy — Messrs. Bryan, Steele; English His- 
tory — Messrs. Niezer, R. Murray; Myfho/og}' — Sheehan; 
Geolog y — Fitzpatrick; Zoology— Schumacher; Advanced 
Zoology — Fagan; Advanced Physiology — M ess rs. Fagan, 
Rosenthal; Human Anatomy — Rosenthal; Comparative 
Anatomy — Fagan, Piquette; Botany — M. Oswald; General 
Biology — Nieuwland; Microscopy — Messrs. T. O’Hara, 
Morris; Advanced Electricity — R. Palmer; Elementary 
Electricity — Tomlinson; Electrical Engineering — R. L. 
Palmer, Tomlinson; Thermodynamics — Palmer; Machine 
Design — Messrs. S. McDonald, Pulskamp; Shop IVork — 
Delaney, Guerra, Steiner. 


Christian Doctrine — Messrs: T. Murray, Reed, R. E. 
Brown, Campbell, Grady, Schmidt, Putnam,.' E. Hake, L, 
Hake, W. Berry, J. E. Berry, C. Gray, H. Mueller, Curtis; 
Arithmetic — Messrs. Loslibough, Beardslee, J. Powers, 
Schwabe, Coyne, Dorian, H. Fleming, Brand, Francis 
O’Brien, - Nolan, Baloun, McKenzie, \V. Power, St. C. 
Ward, Land, Berger, Cowie; Grammar — Messrs. Coyne, 
McGrail, Spalding, St. C. Ward, S. Drejer, J. Mulcare, 
De Wulf, Cuneo, Kilgallen, L. Tong; Reading — Messrs; 
Sutton, Frank, Alexander, Iviley, St. C. Ward, W. Scherrer, 
Quinlan, Nast, O. McMahon, De Wulf, H. Fleming, 
Sweeney, Ernst, Jurado, Fenton, Cullinane, E. Sheeky; 
Special Orthography — Messrs’ Duffy, Rahe, Slevin, G. 
Sample, J. Schwabe; Orthography — Messrs. Fenton, 
Cullinane, H. Davis, E. Sheekey, H. Fleming, Herbert, 
Hinze, Morgan,T. Mulcare; Penmanship — Messrs. Dooley, 
A. Lyons, Donovan, R. Spalding, Drejer, Szybowicz; 
U. S. History — Messrs. Baloun, O’Neill, Curtis, Elhvan- 
ger, Cowie; Geography— Messrs. Baloun, O’Neill, Curtis, 
Ellwanger, Ernst; . Modern History. — Messrs. P. J. Dwan, 
Gallagher, Howell, R. Brown, F. O’Shaughnessy, J. Put- 
man, Kearney, Krauss, Krug, E.' Long, Reed, Smoger, 
R. Murray; Composition — Messrs. Pickett, A. Lyons, 
Ellison, McMaster, Foley, G. Marr, Hennessey, Krug; 
Latin— Messrs. Merz, J. Sullivan, Hanhauser, Szalewski, 
G. Marr, M. Oswald, JVI. O’Shaughnessy, F. O’Shaughnessy, 
J. Daly, Funk, Darron, Reed, Krug, Richon, Schwabe, 
Noonan, McElligott,- Jamieson, Dorian; Greet: — Messrs. 
Boerner, Buse, Gorski, G. Marr, M. Oswald, Szalewski; 
Algebra — Messrs. J. Powers, De Wulf, Schwabe, R. E. 
Brown, G. Weadock, Maurus, G. Marr, Szalewski, Hen- 
nessey, McConn; Book-Keeping — Messrs. T. J. Martin, 
Koehler, A. Lyons, Peterson, F. Kasper. 

Roll of Honor 


Messrs. Arce, Atherton, Brennan, Barry, Bryan, Byrne, 
Cavanagh, Costello, Crilly, Confer, Delaney, Fagan, Fitz- 
patrick, Geoghegan, Golden, Kegler, Lantry, Murphy, 
Miller, Mingey, Medley, McNamara, McDonough, R. 
O’Malley, F. O’Malley, O’Hara, Pulskamp, Piquette, 
Palmer, Reardon, Rosenthal, Ragan, .Reilly, Sullivan, 
Steele, Sheehan, Sanders, Steiner, Spalding, Weaver. 


Messrs. Armijo, Arizpe, W. Berry, J. Berry, R. Brown, 

E. Brown, Baab, Brucker, Bouwens, Baloun, Bennett, 
Bommersbach, Crawford, Corby, Campbell, Cypher, 
Cuneo, Crowley, Conway, Collins, J. Cavanaugh, J. Casey, 
Dreher, Davies, Dowd, M. Daly, Duffy, Donovan, ‘J. Daly, 
Dooley, Desmond, Davis, Dixon, Ellison, Fetherstone, 
Fadeley, Fox, Foster, Follen, Foulks, Fehr, Farrell, 
Franey, M. Flannigan, Fleming, Falvey, Grady, R. Garza, 
C. Garza, Gilbert, Gerardi, Guilfoyle, Guerra, H. Gray, 
G. Gray, Hoban, Hayes, Hengen, Hesse, Howard, E. 
Hake, Hanhouser, L. Hake, Hermann, Haley, Hesse, 
Howell, Hessel, Hay, Hartung, Hindel, Johnson, Jelonak, 
Jurado, Kidder, F. Kaul, I. Kaul, Kraus, Kearney, 
Koehler, Kuhl, Lyons, Long, Landers, Lowery, Lutz, 
Lieb, Murphy, Meagher, Mullen, Morris,- W. Monahan, 
Mulcrone, Mueller, Meyers, Monarch, Moorhead, Martin, 
Massey, Miller, T. Monohan, McCormack, McCarrick, 
McMillan, McGinnis, McConn, McDonald, McKenzie, 
Nizier, Nye, F. O’Shaughnessey, M. O’Shaughnessey, 
O’Hara, Pickett, Putnam, . Pendleton, Paras, Quandt, 
Quinn, Reinhard, Rowan, Reed, Rahe, Stuhlfauth, Scott, 
Smoger, Summers, Shillington, San Roman, Schulte, 
Singler, Spalding, Scheubert, Sockalexis, Thiele, Thams, 
Taylor, Tong, Tondinson, Tuohy, Toba, Vogt, YVeadock, 
Ward, Wigg, Welker, Wieczorek, Werner, Wimberg, 
Williams, Wynne. - 


Messrs. Abrahams, R. Armijo, P. Armijo, Alexander, 
Beardslee, Becker, Berger, Breslin, Burns, Brand, Burke, 
Cornell, M. Condon, Corby, Coquillard, Cowie, Conklin, 
Curtis, Darst, Dellone, Davidson, Dinnen, Druiding, 
Drejer, Delaney, Elliott, Ellwanger, Ernst, Fennessey, 
Flynn, Foley, Fox, A. Fish, L. Fish, Funk, Fleming, 
Friedman, Gimbel, Girsch, Garrity, Hoban, Houck, 
Herron, Heffelfinger, Hinze, Herbert, G. Kasper, F. 
Kasper, Keiffer, Kelly, Kiley, Kirkland, Kilgallen, Krug, 
P. Kuntz, Land, Leach, Lyle, Maher, Moore, Mohn, 
Mooney, Morgan, Morrissey, T. Mulcare, J. Mulcare, T. 
Murray, J. Murray, R. Murray, Moxley, Mueller, Merz, 
Michels, McCallen, McCarthy, McDonnell, McIntyre, 
J. McMahon, O. McMahon, McMaster, McNamara, W. 

' McNichols, McManus, McDonald, T. Naughton, J. 
Naughton, Nolan, Noonan, Nast, Newell, F. O’Brien, 
O’Connell, O’Malley, O’Neill, Ordetx, Padden, Peterson, 
Pohlman, Powers, Pulford, Putnam, Pyle, Quinlan, Reuss, 
Richon, Sample, Sanford, Schaffhauser, J. Scherrer, W. 
Scherrer, Schmidt, Schmitt, E. Sheeky, J. Sheeky, Shea, 
Shiels, Slevin, Sullivan, Szybowicz, Swiney, Schwabe, J. 
Taylor, Tong, Wagenmann, J. Ward, H. St. Clair Ward, 

F. Ward, Walsh. 


Spanish — Messrs. T. O’Hara, McElligott; French— 
Messrs. Arce, Bryan, Delaney, Fennessey, M. Oswald, 
Steiner, Brogan, Kachur, Merz, F. Ward, Stuhlfauth, 
Cornell; German — Messrs. H. Mueller, Monahan, Girsch, 
Rahe, Boerner, Druiding, Peterson, J. J. Sullivan, Richon; 
Drawing — -Messrs. Elitch, Hay, E. Hake, Hanhauser, 
Lutz, J. Miller, McCormack, F. OHara, Watterson, F. 
Smoger; Music — Messrs. Becker, Burns, Lyle, Frank, A. 
Mueller, L. Meagher, Darst, H. Taylor, Reinhard, Guerra, 
C. Fleming, J. Hesse, H- Mueller, Cornell, Ellwanger, 
T. Naughton, Campbell, Crawford, Duquette, Ragan, 
W. Scherrer, E. Gilbert, R, F unk, L. Kelly; Vocal Music — 
Messrs. Massey, Hartung, A. Kasper, J. Ward; Military 
Drill — T. Cavanagh, Rosenthal, S. McDonald, C. M. 
Bryan, J. McNamara, W. Golden, Sheehan, Ney. . 


Masters Atkinson, Arnold, Abrahams, Abercrombie, 
Allyn, Butler, Boswortb, C. Bode, F. Bode, Blanchfield, 
Beardslee, Burton, Casparis, Cressy, Coquillard, Craig, 
Cotter, Cowie, Dougherty, Davis, Dorian, Dessauer, Ervin, 
Edgarton, Ebbert, Frost, Fetter, Freeman, Frane, Griffith, 
Garrity, Hinsey, Hall, Hart, Hubbard, Jonquet, Kasper, 
Kelly, Leclerque, Lovell, Lawton, Leisander, E. Manion, 
McMaster, E. McCarthy, L. McBride, J” McBride, Willie 
McBride, M. McMahon, J. McMahon, W. McMahon, 
McConnell, J. McGeeney, E. McGeeney, Phillip, Phillips, 
Paul, G. Quertirirnont, E. Quertinmont, Rennolds, Ryan, 
Redpath, Robbins,' Steele, Strauss, Spillard, Seymour, 
Shields, Strong, Tillotson, R. Van Sant, L. Van Sant, L. 
Van Sant, J. Van Dyke, F. Van Dyke, Veneziani, Welch, , 
Wilde, Weber, Wigg, G. Weidman.