54 On the Campus 



"They flourish till some night wind blows 



The swelling tide across the land, 

 And buries tulip, pink, and rose 

 In salt and sand. 



"Then though the slow retreating tide 



Withdraw its foam and crawling things, 

 Yet where the wandering wave hath sighed 

 No fresh bloom springs." 



The rich man, in his proverbial search for health, not to 

 say joy, drinks his cup of postum and eats the crumbs 

 of sorrow which, for a consideration, thrifty Battle Creek 

 prepares for his abstemious breakfast; and all his wealth 

 avails him not. It is trite : but look at this. Only a few 

 days ago a few score aged men were marching along our 

 city street. Before them went the banner of the repub- 

 lic, and each bore as his badge of honor a copper button 

 worth a penny. But the wealth of Golconda may not 

 buy that button and the right to wear it! 



Value, value ; do we not begin to see that in themselves 

 dollars have no value ? Did you ever see the copper but- 

 ton set with diamonds ? How should in such a place the 

 Kohinoor lose its lustre, and the copper badge blush in 

 sheer humiliation and disgrace! Only intelligence, ac- 

 complishment, has value, and culture scorns the evidence 

 of wealth, save as it may serve the purposes of wisdom. 

 Wealth can never be, as culture always may be, an end 

 unto itself. 



The fact remains, as was said long ago, culture aims 

 to "raise the intellectual tone of society, to refine public 

 taste, to facilitate the exercise of political power." If 

 our colleges and universities fail to impart such culture, 



