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Brutus, priding himself on his own nobility and rising in lofty selfcomplacency above his equals. Brutus is too noble to collect money himself, but he can receive it without scruple from Cassius, whom he censures face to face for his itching palm. The motives for Brutus' anger are decidedly ignoble and the insults which he heaps upon Cassius are almost unpardonable. Cassius, with his fiery, impulsive temperament, with his intense devotion to his friend, is marvellously patient and generous before Brutus' most cruel thrusts. There is always a great pity for the man who might have succeeded for the man of ability whom the very fates seem to take pleasure in defeating. Cassius' very resignation, his submission in matters when he knew best to the friend whose superiority he recognized so clearly in social life, is a noble trait of character. Cassius was by no means unworthy to fight at the side of Brutus.
Shakespeare sees even the politician with the eyes of the poet. He does not stoop to hideous realism. Marullus and Flavius scorn the mob,—the one openly, with the born superiority that is unresented by inferiors; the other under a veil of hypocrisy. Yet both speak with the dignity and the true eloquence born of the poet, not of the politician. The grandeur of the ancient Rome, of the austere republic, clings about her last representatives. The men are base, but they dwell in sacred Rome, and the atmosphere of the great old city is felt in her degenerate successors. Cæsar and Brutus have the nobility of the man; Flavius and Marullus the stern majesty of the eternal city.
ARTHUR MAYNARD BOUTELLE, Editor-in-Chief. 1901
1902. FRANK HOWE BENEDICT,
RAY BARTON MANBERT, SARAH MITCHELL ARMSTRONG.
RUTH BURLEIGH DAME. 1903. CHANDLER MASON WOOD.
The endeavor to stir up an interest in debating was not in vain, for from the indifference of the College has been gathered a hearty Debating Club. The first debate, held Friday, May third, was interesting not only as a debate, but also as the beginning of an institution bound to grow and flourish. It may confidently be asserted now that debating has at last reached a firm footing in the College. The discussion of the other evening, besides testifying to the interest aroused in the new organization, also proved that we shall be able to produce debaters well worthy to represent us in intercollegiate debate.
The reasons for the failure of former movements of this sort are several. Heretofore the membership of the debating clubs has been far too indefinite. Henceforth membership will be sharply defined. Formerly, entrance into the clubs was possible to all. Hereafter membership will be elective, making the club an ho orary society, and thus increasing its importance and worth. Now, too, there is connected with the club a member of the faculty, one who will always be ready to offer any assistance in his power. Thus have the faults belonging to former clubs been largely eliminated and most of the virtues of successful organizations added. And it is because of these things that the future of debating in Tufts College appears so promising. What remains now is that the college community shall testify its interest whenever it may be called upon to do so.
F. L. H., 'or.
RICHARD BRADFORD COOLIDGE, Editor-in-Chief. 1902.
1903. RAY BARTON MANBERT,
CHANDLER MASON WOOD, RUTH BURLEIGE DAME.
OLIVE ARNOLD DAMĘ.
THE BUILDING BEAUTIFUL. *
In its buildings every nation shows the degree of its intellectual and moral development. For by just as much as our buildings are noble and beautiful in conception and execution, by just so much are our lives noble and beautiful. It is only when we are living sordid lives, close to the dirt of the ground, that we build merely to cover our heads from the sun and rain. When our minds and hearts are turned to heaven our architecture will be touched by the divine spirit of beauty and truth and worship. There is something in beauty and nobility of surroundings which makes beauty and nobility of life more easy and natural. It is easy enough to run a knife into a man in some dark alley-way walled up with slimy brick. But it takes a soul entirely given over to the devil to perform a mean or foul deed in the sacred shadow of some great building which whispers: “I stand an inspiration to the worship of God. Beware.” Blot out what is mean and filthy in your cities, and erect what is noble and clean and beautiful, and the crawling sin of men's hearts will wither and die.
There was a time when men's religion was a thing to live or die for ; when for it men lived lives of sweetness and purity, or were proud to endure torture and death for its sake. It has now be
*Abstract of Chapel Oration delivered June 14, 1901, by Frank Leslie Hayford.
come a thing to forget during six days of the week. There was a time when men builded churches which did honor to themselves and their religion, and were like noble sacrifices made to God. We have come to a time when any old barn is good enough to worship in. To be sure the worship of God is noble at any time or in any place; but the spirit which erects modern churches is more the spirit of economy than the spirit of adoration, which is ready to sacrifice something prized. You decorate your homes with costly ornaments, but the shrine of your God you let go barren of beauty. It is no lofty sense of worship which will make the House of Prayer and Praise a mere congregating place, and leave it unadorned and ugly.
The office of a church is not so much to furnish a place of meeting, as to inspire to worship; to attune the heart to adoration and thanksgiving; and above all, to lift the soul to nobility. Do you know what makes the shadowy temples of old Greece, and the dim cathedrals of the Middle Ages great and treasured ? It is not alone because of the skill of the workmanship which raised them, but quite as much because they served the noble office of places of worship; served nobly and well. Because they inspire nobility of thought and life, and lift the soul above the common things of earth to reach the very heaven.
Side by side with the beauty and sweetness of our religion stands the beauty and sweetness of our homes. There is a word dear to all nations and sacred in all languages, the word Home. The home is the shrine of our hearts, where the best offerings of our lives are laid. There is moulded the course of our thoughts, and there spring the impulses which urge us on to our tasks. Our homes are the most sacred and precious things of our lives; and as such what shall we make them? Poor and mean, faulty in design and construction, and destined to crumble into dust with a a few passing years? Or as noble and beautiful, as sweet and lasting as our means will allow?
Homes need not be costly, but they must be true and beautiful and sincere. The homes of our forefathers of the old log-cabin days were not raised at the price of gold; but they were dear to those who built them, and dear to the children who grew up in them, and they are dear to us to remember. Rude they were ? Yes, but strong and simple and true, as were the lives their inmates lived. They represented the times and the people; and prophesied the glory of the nation just then sprung to life.
How different are our homes of today, gaudy with tinsel and false decoration and ugly ornament. Far more costly than the homes of the olden days, yet how far from beautiful. It is not because we do not lavish our means upon them, but because we never stop to think of how they may be made most beautiful. We build merely for the passing moment, and our architecture has none of the loving care and thought of that which is to live for generations yet to come. We are never content with ourselves or our surroundings, but are ever striving to be something different, and ever hoping to remove our household gods to another hearth. If men builded as if their dwellings were to last forever, they would make their homes more sacred to themselves, and more reverenced and treasured by their descendants.
Did it ever occur to you that every building raised gathers into it something of the history of those who reared it and those who frequented it and those who were wont to behold it?
It is sometimes said: "We Americans do not need to go abroad, we have enough to see at home." But the true traveler does not go to foreign lands to look upon the mere beauties of Nature, but to stimulate his imagination and cultivate his mind by viewing the great works of men, and by finding the settings of the great scenes of history. We in America have lofty mountains and spreading plains and fair lakes and mighty rivers. But what have we of the great things of Art? What settings have we for the great scenes of our history? How rarely is it that in our land we can combine beauty and sacred association. To be sure in yonder city of Boston stands a worn and rotting church from whose steeple shone out the lights which sent Paul Revere thundering by this very hill. There, too, stands the rude and unlovely building in which the American Revolution was cradled.