never forsaken an enterprise in time of need,
but we are sorry to recall the fact that the
Alumni and old students have not been as loyal
as they should have been to the institution and
its enterprises. We refer to the sound basis of
the Free Lance to show what can be accom
plished when proper aid is given. The Annual
will be neatly bound. Mr. IT. W. Mitchell has
been elected business manager, and he requests
that subscriptions be forwarded to him as soon
as possible. We entreat you in the name of
your Alma Mater to aid the class in this work.
Every student should have one.
Every student’s girl should have one.
Every friend of the institution should have
Every professor and professor's wife should
have one,
Every Alumnus should have one.
Now drop a dollar in the slot and sec the
Annual come forth.
INSTEAD of saying, in January Lance, that
the Electrotechnic Course will give way
to a course in Electrical Engineering, we
should have said that the former name will
probably give way to the latter. The Course
is at present a course in Electrical Engineer
ing, as comparison with those so named in
other institutions shows. Like other courses
in this and other colleges, greater facilities are
needed. In one respect, that of suitable rooms,
these will be provided for this Course in a few
months. The apparatus of the Department of
Physics, with some obtained especially for
Electrotechnics, makes a considerable begin
ning of the. other necessary facilities. Addi
tions will soon be made to these, furnishing
means for the demonstration of all important
principles, and opportunities for a full course
of laboratory work in Electrical Engineering.
THE FREE LANCE.
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A WINTER’S NIGHT,
JOHN SMITH
The night is still, and all around
The nir is filled with darkness drear,
I listen for the fnintest sound,
And nothing but niy lienrl 1 hear.
Now Morpheus reigns o'er all mankind,
O’er beasts, o’er birds, and creeping things,
1 pause,—within my heart to find
Response to feelings silence brings,
llow vnst the space in which we move!
How many orbs around us lly!
How narrow is tire little groove
In which we live so soon to die!
How wisely chosen is the course
Pursued by planet, sun and star!
I low often do we meet remorse
When from God's path we stray afar!
In darkness, such ns this, was found
The world in chaos, —God with power.
His hand directed all around
To move in order from that hour.
And to the words; “ Let there be light,”
There came response to what was said.
How glorious must have been the sight
When first from earth the darkness fled !
Hark ! calm and silence reigns profound!
All day the winds in sportive glee
Were chasing flakes of snow around;
The air seemed like a moving sea.
Now, all is in a slumber deep,
And leafless trees ns lifeless stand ;
While through my mind these words would
“ I’m viewing death’s cold border land.”
No light to guide the weary feet;
No voice to cheer the sinking heart;
No hand the sinful soul to meet,
And bear its burden home in part.
A fear my heart now occupies;
A chill my body penetrates.
The night is cold, and in my eyes
Arc tears that hang o’er vision’s gales.
Am I alone this winter’s night?
I feel n presence while I speak.
My eyes in darkness have no sight,
Hut light divine my soul would seek.
“God moves in a mysterious way,”
I surely cannot he alone,
lust now 1 heard a spirit say
Those words. I turn, but he is gone.
“ I am the light”—He must be near,
God slumbers not, and Him to know
I need not touch, or see, or fear,