THINGS WOETH WHILE IN EDUCATION 



It is needless for me to tell you that for the student 

 there is about these early days of summer a charm that 

 comes not of air or earth or sky. True, all these as they 

 appear in June are proverbial. ''What so rare as a day 

 in June." The earth is fecund, the air translucent, the 

 sky pure with the freshness of Nature's morning; all 

 things animate and inanimate rejoice. But the student 

 sees all this richness in a different way. June may be 

 fair to everyone else, but for the student it is fairer still. 

 For him was this particular season made ; all its splendors 

 are but the gorgeous setting of his stage. Has he not 

 waited its coming all the year ? For him the seasons are 

 but a journey, a travelled way, that leads, sometimes in 

 light, sometimes in shadow, always through toil and ef- 

 fort, up to June, to radiant June. This is commence- 

 ment and the world is here; not light only, not only 

 blossoms and glad faces, and fine raiment and the voice 

 of song, but the real world to which all days and 

 weeks and years are but an anticipation. Commence- 

 ment, like faith, is for every happy student everywhere, 

 ' ' the substance of things hoped for, the evidence of things 

 not seen." 



Now on such a day as this I count myself happy to 

 come back here to June and youth, and for the hour at 

 least to share the enthusiasm of those who rejoice to 



