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THE CONCORDIENSIS. VoL. III. SCHENECTADY, N.Y., DECEMBER, I879· THE CoNCORDIENsrs. PUBLISHED MONTHLY DURING THE COLLEGIATE YEAR BY THE STUDENTS OF UNION UNIVERSITY. EDITORS: JOHN ICKLER, 'So, EDITOR IN CHIEF. (7. E. DIXON, 'So. J. V. L. PRUYN, 'So. E. C. JOHNSON, 'Sr. W. E. VANEPPS, 'Sr. W. R. WINANS, '8r L. R. HARGRAVE. '82. W. M. LEWIN, 'S2. TERMS: One Dollar per Year, in advance. Single copies, Ten Cents. ADVERTISING RATES: Square, per issue, H \ year, Business Notice, per issue. H \ ~' year, Half page, per year, Quarter page, per year, Address, $roo - 7 00 75 soo 25 00 - IS 00 THE CONCORDIENSIS, Box 4Sr, Schenectady, N. Y. CONTENTS: LITERARY: The Old Year's Sorrow (Poetry), - Ambition, Chaucer and His Age, Vacation (Poetry), EDITORIAL: ·Teaching; Dr. Foster, Wine at New Year's Ca-lls, The Gynmasium, Elective Studies, A New Walk in front of South College, Depredations, ~ -The Alumni as Correspondents, Respect toward Instructors, - LOCAL: Local Briefs, Bishop Potter, - Only a Single Hair (Poetry), A Sad Mistake (Poetry), EXCHANGES: PERSONALS: EXTRANEA: 33 - 34 35 36 37 - 37 37 . - 38 38 - 38 38 - 39 39 - 40 42 - 43 43 - 43 44 - 45 LITERARY. THE OLD YEAR'S SORROW. WinteT's storms and fiercest ragings I withstood when I was young, Summer's songs of joy and beauty I have heard and I have sung. I have watched the fading twilight, And the glowing dawn of day, But the watch is nearly over, For I'm growing old and gray. Yes, my end is fast appearing, I can see it almost here, And my heart is filled with SOl'l'OW As I feel it drawing near. Sorrow, not that I in living, Have not run my journey well, Nor that o'vr 1ny lifeless image Soon must ring the funeral bell; But with sorrow from which angels, If they weep, have often wept, When beholding human beings, And their many vows unkept. For how many sacred pledges Have been made, when all alone, That the coming year should witness Kind and loving ones at home. But alas ! alas, how often Discord the1·e instead of peace, And another has been worshiped Than Who bids the stonns to cease. Mother's boy, with step so manly, I have seen his journey take; Eut alas ! a broken promise; Mother's heart is Inacle to ache. I have heard the parting pledges . Mn.de by dear and loving friends; Eut the pledges now are broken ' .And the loving friendship ends. ~~I have seen the gentle lover, And his sacred vows I've heard· ' No, 3·