the world about us, we cannot be gay of heart, but we may and we should be happy; and in hard work lighted by hope and courage and love we may learn that the constancy of routine is the constancy of a friend. Life is sure to be complicated, and it may be sad: but to a right-minded man or woman there is one thing it can never be it can never be uninteresting; and there is one thing it must always be-it must always be active. Moreover, in this activity every particle of learning or of training or of mere social experience that your college has given you is bound to tell. If whatever you do is not done more intelligently and more earnestly for your college education, the trouble is not in the college education but in you: you are the wrong kind of girl.

If you have to earn a living and begin at the bottom, make the bottom stronger because you are there. Then trust to time. So few workers in proportion to

the whole number give themselves intelligently, loyally, and unreservedly to their immediate duty that if you thus give yourself you cannot but succeed. Thousands of people in small positions whine because their talents are thrown awaybecause their ability has no elbow-room. It is not elbow-room that they need; it is "elbow-grease;" it is energy and strength. Their very whining shows that they are too small for the places they are in now. When the right kind of person has too small a place, he does his work so well as to make the place bigger; people see in it more than they ever saw before. He who laments that an unappreciative world has slighted his talents is a more wicked and slothful servant than he who hides his one talent in a napkin. Do your work and you will succeed. Your idea of success may be different from what it would be if you had not come to college. I should be sorry if it were not; for these four years

have brought you possessions which will transform your whole life.

Among these possessions is college loyalty. We sometimes forget that from the moment of our entering a college we have become a part of it, and it has become a part of us, inevitably and forever. We owe it money perhaps; allegiance certainly and always. It is for us to keep our Alma Mater honored and wise and young. "We are all better Harvard men now," said the president of the Harvard Club of Chicago, "than when we were in college;" and he was right. Much as you love Wellesley to-day, your love of her will deepen with the years and will take on more and more of the spirit of high romance till you yourselves will marvel at the magic of the Alma Mater's name. "This," as Mr. Justice Holmes said of something else, "is that little touch of the superfluous which is necessary. Necessary as art is necessary and knowledge which serves no mechanical

end. Superfluous only as glory is superfluous, or a bit of red ribbon that a man would die to win."

Besides drawing the breath of college loyalty, which may find expression in a thousand ways, the graduate should have achieved ability to look at more than one side of a question. Men who "know black and white but not gray" find much less discomfort and much more self-satisfaction than men who know gray in all shades, and to whom scarcely anything is unquestioned white or black. Men who see every object as if it lay between two walls, and see it clearly and see it hard, have less to keep them awake nights than men who know no walls and see every object as one part of a widespreading and complex universe; but only the latter can be wise. There is no wisdom without acute sensitiveness such as gives to any soul but the sublimely great varied and constant pain. Yet who would shrink from the pain of wider sym

pathy, of quicker discernment, of more abundant life? From the beginning, knowledge has brought its sorrow. Capacity for keener joy means capacity for sharper grief: without capacity for sharper grief there is no capacity for higher service; and the glory of the highest service was the Cross.

Whatever you do, do it heart and soul, but do not sell yourself to it :

"Because a man has shop to mind

In time and place, since flesh must live,
Needs spirit lack all life behind,
All stray thoughts, fancies fugitive,
All loves except what trade can give?

But-shop each day and all day long!
Friend, your good angel slept, your star
Suffered eclipse, fate did you wrong!
From where these sorts of treasures are
There should our hearts be

Christ, how far!"

"The trouble with that man," said one of our best university chemists of one of his best pupils, "is that he is nothing but a chemist."