The Free lance., March 01, 1888, Image 3

AS Commencement approaches, we
are again confronted by the
question, "What degrees do graduates
obtain at your college ?" And we are
sorry to say the question' is remarkably
easy to answer. We can merely say,
B. S. Although we firmly believe de
grees should be conferred with care, yet
we cannot fail to see the influence
which the prospect of a degree in his
coveted profession will have' on the
young student when he is about to enter
college. Our college at present has
excellent courses in Civil, Mechanical
and Electrical Engineering, and why not
complete the matter by .designating the
graduates of the several courses in the
usual way ? That is by a degree in the
course they have. pursued.
Degrees do not signify to the world
what they should do, owing to the pro
miscuous way in which some institutions
have granted them, but this should not
hinder worthy institutions from an 7
nouncing to the public what their grad
uates have studied. '
PEACE.
O peaee, my tbolish heart, be still
Till God inwork His perfect will ;
His thoughts are higher thoughts than thine,
Above the sun His ways do shine.
Amid this world's tumultuous joys,
In depth of gloom, in tempest's noise,,
Hear thou the calm, the mighty voice
That speaks "lie still," and aye rejoice. t. T. 0
—A mild March.----"'Phis spring. "
THE FREE LANCE.
THE PROGRESS OF DISCUSSION.
When a lad I frequently attended " Debating
School. " This was many years ago. The de
bate of that day was as shrewd and deceptive as
the contest between Truthful James and the
" heathen Chinee. " It was a fight for triumph
under any circumstances rather than an orderly
contest for truth, Thus it was attractive to boys
because of the game that was in it or the lottery
that was thought to be a part of it, The old
school house where during the day we sang geo
graphy to the measured clang of a pair of shears,
mating states to proper Capitals, was illuminated
on debate nights by tallow dips inserted in tarn.
Z - tiill2 AMU"
THE KISS.
Among the fancies tell me this :
What is the nil* we call a kiss?
I shall reiolve you what it is.
It is a creature born and bred
Between the lips, all cherry-red,
By love and warm desires fed,
And make 3 more soft the bridal bed
It is an active flame that flies
First to the babies of the eyes,
And charms them there with lullabies,
And stills the bride, too, when she cries,
Then to the chin, the cheek, the ear,
It frisks and flies, now here now there ;
"ris now far off, and then 'tis near,
And hero and there and everywhere,
Has it a speaking virtue ? Yes.
How speaks it, say ? Do you but this
Part your joined lips, then speaks your kiss
And this, love's sweetest language is,
Has it a body ? Yes, end wings
With thousand rare eneolorings,
And as it Hies it gently sings,
Love 'honey yields, but never stings