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he has created; which certainly indicate that
they found their belief in a Supreme Being
from the existence of the creation. Such a
course of reasoning may seem cold and foreign
to our conceptions of religion, but truly, it is
only in appearance, for why should not the
Creator take advantage of such, to make us
susceptible to the grand truths which he
wishes to impress upon us? Why should he
not allow religious beliefs to be developed in
this manner ?
To us it seems as probable as any, and none
the less fruitful in results. Religion is cer
tainly progressing as all things are. Theolo
gians tell us to the contrary, but all the ages
of the past show us that our present form of
belief is but the outgrowth of the crudest
doctrines. Such a solution as the above
urges us to do our individual part in develop
ing the highest type of religious belief, be
lieving as we do, that only by so doing, can
we approach our Maker in likeness, for only
through our religious nature can our character
A crowded room ; beneath the gaslight's glare,
A maze of drifting forms, swayed light and slow
iiy strains of music on the scented air;
A sound of voices in a murmur ilow.
A wealth of quaint designs in waxen bloom ;
A glimpse of curtained dimness, nnd the play
(If tinkling fountains in the leafy gloom ;
A muffled clink of glasses far away.
A youth beside a maiden, tite-ii- tfite,
She in pale gauzes, lie in faultless gear;
He clasps her hand, most blissfully elate;
She droops her happy eyes—and Love is here,
A sunny sea of grass; an apple tree
Counting the minutes with its drooping fruit;
Somewhere the distant humming of a bee;
Two drowsy crickets in a mild dispute,
A painted pump ; n wood pile steep;
A (lock of chickens round a broken bowl;
A kitten on the fallen fence asleep;
An empty clothes-line, with its swaying poles.
A youth beside n maiden, at the gate,
She in pink cotton, he in garb ns queer;
He clasps iter hand, most blissfully elate;
She droops her happy eyes—nnd Love is here.
Emma A, Opi'Kr,
THE FREE LANCE,
Samuel Grieb Crawford
Ghost bought a new pipe.
Read the “Communication Column,” '
Ask “Hilde" to describe “Idiotic Gas.’
Rising Freshmen.—Motz and Bob Furs
They came! They played ! We conquer
How we miss the “young ladies of t
A text-book for Seniors and Juniors —P,
Ask Brew who McGinty is if you want
make him laugh.
A number of students ate Thanksgivi
dinner at their homes.
The reward of patience and perseverance
Walton Mitchell’s moustache.
Snyder has instituted a “ Red Letter Da;
for the benefit of the students.
Boxes from home—feasts at night—bi
dreams—severe headaches—Flunks !
Oh ! my beads! my beads! my bead;
Chicky! Chicky! Chicky!—“Baby."
Mr. McDowell is pronounced by every o
to be the future orator of State College.
Griffin to. “Col,” “Why didn’t you j
something in the last paper about my whi
The Vesta boarding club has changed i
yell to Poor Raw Rye ! Poor Raw Rye! Ry
Prof.—Mr. Pond, how does pressure ai
upon gas ?
“ Swampy.”—Why, why, it presses it,