C. C. Garrett, '69-'70-'71-'72, A. B. and B. P., resides at Brenham, Texas, and is president of the alumni association of that State.

Hal. Rountree, '70-'71, is railroading at St. Louis, Mo. He is not yet a pater familias.

Chas. A. Daily, B. L., '75, is practicing law at Paris, Tex. C. C. Culp, B. L., '77-'78, is prospering at his profession in South Carolina.

C. Edmundson, of Tennessee, an A. M. and B. L., of '70'71-'72-73-74-'75, is at present at Austin, Texas, waiting on clients and meditating matrimony.

W. D. Vinson, A. M., '72, is Professor of Mathematics in Austin College at Sherman, Texas.

W. W. H. Harris is practicing law in Lynchburg, Va. He is doing well; which same justified him in taking unto himself a wife; and he did it.

Thad. W. Smith, 74-'75-'76-77, is our deputy county clerk, married to a pretty "senorita," and two prattling babies to keep him at home after dark. We think he is doing well, and is very well satisfied with his lot.

A. C. Herff, '75-'76-'77, was also married a few months ago to one of San Antonio's fair ones, and has hung out his shingle as "Dr. A. C. Herff," and has already taken a fair amount of practice to himself.

Geo. Altgelt, '74-'75-'76, is practicing law in San Antonio, but, as yet, has not taken a life-partner to himself.

Griff. Jones, '76-'77, is here in our postoffice, and still curses the day that he went to Lexington, as, during his stay there, a good many head of cattle were stolen from his ranch.

Guss Kampman, '75-'76, has also settled down to steady habits. He has gone into business with his father, and engaged himself to one of our fair ones, and I guess the next thing you hear of him he will be married.

W. J. Kingsbury, '75-'76-'77-'78-'79, is also in San Antonio practicing law, and has a pretty fair amount of practice.

Montelle, '76-'77-'78-'79-'80, is studying law in the office of one of our most distinguished attorneys, and has a very good chance to become a lawyer.

I saw W. F. Miller, '73-74-'75-'76-77, a few days ago. He, too, has been studying law, but, on account of failing health, has been obliged to give it up, and has now gone to the more healthful occupation of farming.

F. G. Smith is at Rome, Ga., working for a steamboat corporation, of which his father is president.

EXCHANGES.

We may safely say that the Acta Columbiana is a paper of great discrimination, of exceedingly attenuated delicacy of feeling and nicety of taste. It actually devotes more than half a column to the utter condemnation of a piece which it called doggerel, (of course(?) the Columbia man knows the differerence between doggerel and macaronics) that appeared in our last issue, without once naming us. We were at first angered that any production of ours should have been so roughly handled; but it soon began to dawn on us that we had cause to thank our lucky stars. What would have been the meas

ure of our shame, we said to ourselves, if the

Acta had exposed us? But the

Acta didn't. The Acta doesn't stop here. It doesn't like the insane attempts ta that quo mada in the local columns of college journals. The Acta, only,

' ded

Scene Drawing Academy. ('83 boasts of his skill in drawing).

'84: "Can you draw an inference ?"

'83: "No, but I can draw beer."

That a student should want to turn bar-keeper, or that he should think that the fun consisted in the drawing rather than the drinking of the beer, is utterly incomprehensible to us. Again :

"Mr.

were you smoking?" "No-o, sir." Well, that is fortunate. * * * * I wasn't smoking, H— wasn't smoking, and you weren't smoking; it is very fortunate."

Well, yes! Now "let the conquering hero come." [We have since learned that the above was stolen from the Spectator.]

The Concordiensis keeps up its usual order of excellence. The following sentences that appear in the locals, strike us as rather antiquated;

Ne mater suam.

Pugno pugnas pugnat.

Mea mater sus est mala.

Equus in stabulo est sed non est.

The Cornell Review comes to us for the first time. As its title indicates, it gives much space to literary matter. The article entitled "A Glance at Voltaire and the XVIII Century," is appreciative, and shows much-not to say careful-research. The writer evidently has a very high opinion of Voltaire, and appreciates the good that he has rendered to his age and country, but he is, at times, rather unfortunate in his expressions. How a man can praise another, whom he represents as having had an "utter lack of conscience and self-control," is something we can't very well understand.

The Simpsonian is a sensible paper. last copy, however, has been lost in the would say many nice things about it.

(The Simpsonian praises us.) Our multitude of our exchanges, else we

The Bates Student is a college paper very attractive in its appearance and general make-up. The poetry, which it takes from Scribner, is good; that which it takes from a certain Columbia paper is passable. From the latter it also quotes prose extensively. One of its own pieces is "What Tom Said." Tom was noted for the rapidity with which he could go to the bottom of things. He runs against a fellow in the hall and says, "Well, if this isn't the darnedest way for a man to introduce himself that I ever heard of!" This piece was so absurd that no one wished to take the responsibility of writing it; so it was signed "Nemo."

The Aransu comes to us from Sackville, N. B. What do you think of this

them all.

THE

SOUTHERN COLLEGIAN,

WASHINGTON AND LEE UNIVERSITY.

VOL. XIII.

B

“Quidquid praecipies, esto brevis.”

MARCH, 1881.

BAYARD TAYLOR.

NUMBER V.

AYARD TAYLOR was not the first farmer's son that has distinguished himself as a man of letters. Though a youth brought up in the retirement of the country is constantly exposed to the danger of committing blunders that excite the ridicule of cultivated people, yet the awkwardness of his demeanor simply indicates his deficiency in knowledge of the minor yet important accomplishments of highly civilized life, and does not stand as a proof of any intellectual weakness or stupidity.

I sometimes think that it is an advantage to be born in the country, and even to be compelled to perform that manual labor requisite in the management of agricultural interests. I think that it is an experience not altogether unprofitable. Though manual labor continued for a long time will degrade the higher sensibilities of man, it is, however, not so detrimental to intellectual growth or the natural development of mind as the thoughtless excitement and superficial "smartness" that surrounds you as a member of fashionable society. Some one said that Macaulay would have been a greater man had he studied the works of others less, and given more time to his own original thought, or, in other words, if he had

meditated more. There is a great deal of the farmer's experience that is really calculated to cultivate a fine sense of feeling and inspire a warmth and purity of thought, and all of his work admits of almost uninterrupted contemplation. However, it is known very well that an originally strong mind long kept ignorant of the breadth of the intellectual world and the advancement of thought, will narrow to contemptuous egotism, but I think that the early years of a promising life should be spent in the comparative solitude of a country residence. It will there gain a love for loneliness and a sympathizing nearness to nature that will cast a cool shade in the heart and breathe a flowery fragrance that will never go out from the memory.

It is our purpose to dwell upon some of the smaller poems of Bayard Taylor, but we shall give a brief sketch of his life and recount a few of his interesting experiences.

It was not until his seventeenth year that Bayard Taylor left the occupation of the farm to become an apprentice in a printing office, after having received a common country education. He is said to have employed his leisure time in learning French and Latin and writing verses, which were received by Willice and Griswold, who were then in editorial charge of the New York Mirror and Graham's Magazine. About this time he seems to have been wholly engrossed with the desire to travel. The spirit that must incite such a desire to see the full extent of the world must be confined within no narrow limits. It is characteristic of an ideal poet. He first acquainted himself with the most civilized portion of the world, making the tour of England, Scotland, Ireland, France, Switzerland, Germany and Italy, traveling on foot and practising every art of economy and undergoing many discomforts in consequence of his scanty means, which he had pro cured by the sale of some poems, together with something paid him in advance for letters to be written during his ab

sence.