O eyes, so laughing in their tenderness,
So quick to read the language of distress;
O lips, so touched with flame as from above,
O man, with godhead stamped upon thy brow,
And manhood beating in thy pulses strong,
To stir thee up to stamp thy heel on wrong,
That earth should have no more thy pattern now!
No more should see thee on the wings of mercy sent!
Thou hads't thy mortal years so wisely spent,
That Heavën seemed too soon to crown thy brow;
The veil of flesh was prematurely rent,
And earthly glory with celestial blent.

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A college commencement is a marked event to all parties concerned,
and a good sketch of such an occasion furnishes interesting reading
to a very wide circle. We call the attention of our patrons to the
reports we make of the anniversaries in our Southern institutions.
Some of these reports appeared in the last MISSIONARY, some will be
found in this number, and others will be given in the next.

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=THE SOUTH.=


*NOTES IN THE SADDLE.*