bravely face the stern dangers which must be encounteredfor trials, labors, and hardships are the essential ingredients of the cup of success; they must be endured, and he who wishes to rise triumphant over them all and pluck the wreath of glory must not shirk their responsibility or escape their burden. Nor must we let our political horizon, which seems so fearful and inauspicious, deter us from the path of duty or rob us of the fruits of peace. Let us forget the past excepting its glories, its noble heroes and the noble lessons they have taught us. Let us cull from its garden the roses worthy of memory and consign the rest to the charnel-house of the dead. Let us cultivate amity and good feeling. Let our hatchet with our sectional animosities and our hatred be buried in the tomb of the Capulets, the graves of the "loved and lost." Let us place the white rose with the red in the vase of Auld Lang Syne, and let us go to work in earnest to recuperate our fallen fortunes and scatter smiles of plenty over our desolate land; for I feel that though marred, mutilated, and torn, we still have a glorious land. Though the foot of a military satrap tramples still upon her sacred soil, and his hand desecrates the altar where liberty sung her syren strains, yet this is still our land. Her sons have fought but not lost; "tho' conquered, victors still; tho' not triumphant, right." Yes, this is still our home and our country. It has become sacred to us as our burying ground, the urn that contains the hallowed dust of our heroes, warriors, and statesmen. It is doubly dear to us now. It was bequeathed as a priceless heritage by our ancestors, it is now the mausoleum of our gallant dead. Yes

"This is the Southron's Father land;

Great God, look down and bless this land,

And give her noble children souls

To cherish while existence rolls

And love with heart and aid with hand,

Our universal Southron land."

But there is no cause for discouragement. There is still hope ahead. The goal is within our reach, the victors' prize

within our grasp. Then, let us then be up and doing. Let us not by inactivity lose our golden opportunity. Should we need examples to encourage us, we have only to look to the fresh graves that dot our land; we have only to look to the heroes whose sun of life has set, but left upon the mountain top a light of glory. Let us strive to imitate them, and we will cheer the starless future and protect ourselves from the demoralizing influence of apathy and indifference. Let us often revert to these men and their deeds, for we feel that from them

"There springs a rooted and mysterious strength,

A loftiness to face a world in arms,

To strip the pomp from scepters and lay

On duty's sacred altar life's warm blood."

There are three graces which preside over the destinies of the human race. Let us seek from them the germs of prosperity and happiness. The first is the peerless queen of creation. Around her, dignity flows as a majestic robe, and experience like a veil heightens her youthful charms. In her right hand she holds truth and justice; in her left, knowledge and power. Her penetrating eye scans the mighty labyrinths of time and scales the walls of eternity. Her voice is the voice of a god. She is the Mind. At her side sits her sister. The rosy hue of her cheek denotes the fiery ardor of her temperament, yet conscience like a guardian-angel ever hovers near to restrain the burning lust of passion. She is the great moral power of the world. She has a smile for us in prosperity and a tear for us in adversity. Friendship and love are the active qualities of her being. She is the Heart. In communion with these is the likeness of a third. There is divinity in her shape. She is the glorious scintilla of the Almighty's presence within us; the ligament, the connecting cord between mortality and immortality; between time and eternity, between God and man. She is the Soul. At the shrine of these three, we must all bow. These are the ennobling faculties that raise man above the brute creation,

and make him but little lower than the angels. Upon these three let us build, for I feel assured on the proper cultivation of these great mental, social, and moral qualities will depend our welfare and success. It is related of a certain knight who donned his armor to fight for the Holy Land, that as he lay mortally wounded on the field of battle he was upbraided by a comrade for his rash conduct and reckless daring. “Upbraid me not," said the dying knight, "he who dares not in a good cause is unworthy of the victory." Let us, then, unfurl our banner to the breeze and inscribe on it the words of this dying warrior, and with it the equitable division of time given us by Sir Edward Coke:

'Six hours to law, to soothing slumber seven,

Ten to the world allot and all to heaven,"

and I feel assured our greatest expectations will be realized. In this hope, I bid you an affectionate farewell.

PRESENTATION OF CANE.

An Address on Presentation by Law Class of 1866-'67 of a Gold-Headed Cane, to Judge John W. Brockenbrough, Law Professor of Washington and Lee University:

Our worthy and esteemed Professor: I have been selected by my classmates to express to you their appreciation of your worth and to present to you a slight testimonial of their respect and esteem. I fear language is indeed a poor mirror in which to glass the one or reflect the other. Your value, your excellencies, and your virtues, need no orator to sound their praise, and the swelling tide of emotion speaks louder than trumpet tones the warmth and feelings of our hearts. One year ago we gathered around you to hear your words of wisdom and receive your instruction and guidance in laying the corner-stone of our profession. Our mission now is ended, but we feel we have not come in vain; our expectations have been more than realized. We feel that you have not only performed every duty incumbent upon you as our professor and instructor, but that you have laid out for us a course for the future. You have been careful to teach us that much more is to be done after we leave these classic grounds. You have led us to the fountain and bade us drink the inspiring draught, but you have told us we are yet to follow the meandering stream in its winding mazes. You have taught us, too, that ours is no menial task; that in solving these complicated problems of jurisprudence we are going another step nearer Eternal Justice, and instead of being instruments in defeating the great purposes of universal good are architects rearing the temple wherein homage is paid to Him. Sir, upon this foundation which you have so wisely laid for us, with your teachings and instructions as a guide to our