And herein was Moses simply typical. Along the dull, dead level of the world's human horizon,-out of the countless masses of ordinary inferior, or obscure people, who make up the world's inhabitants, there have arisen from time to time certain conspicuous personalities, with an influence wide, deep and ennobling, upon their time, of whom this same thing is no less true. I maintain that you cannot write history and leave these men out of it, and that, whether they are always equally conspicuous and equally great or no, this one thing is equally true of all, from Moses to the men who have been the representative personalities of our own time, that they conceived their calling and did their work, and delivered their message, in a profound sense that they were not and could not act alone. Three men occur to me as signally representative of what I mean: John Lawrence, later known as Lord Lawrence, the saviour of India, David Livingston, and our own Lincoln. Let me say to my young brother this morning that if they are of Anglo-Saxon lineage they have a new motive for glorying in it; that it unites them to that stainless English gentleman, that modest servant of his Queen and country, that true friend of every Indian peasant and pariah, whose splendid rule of the mightiest dependency of the mightiest empire under the sun has been, I think, the finest exhibition of service, of sacrifice, and of statesmanship that the history of India has produced. And finest of all in it all was that Mosaic sense of dependence which knew no obligation, save as God has created it, and undertook no task save as He imposed and directed it!

It is the same characteristic which is pre-eminent always in Livingston. What gifts he had,-what a will he had,-what a faith in his kind, even in the most embruited savage, he had,-what matchless versatility, that turned his hand and brain from medicine to astronomy, and from mathematics to wagon-making, with, everywhere, the same superiority to all by whom he was surrounded! Yes, but, with it all, what a profound conviction that whether he stood on the borders of the Victoria Nyanza or in the court of a native prince or on the deck of an English steamer, he was God's man more even than he was his own, and that he was showing him the way!

It was the same high quality, I am persuaded, that gave to our own great leader and martyr the crowning element in his greatness. Lincoln was uncouth, and unrefined, at times, and seemed a jester, sometimes, when the crisis was, to lesser minds, too grave for jesting. But no one can have read that interesting volume of Reminiscences*, published only the other day by one who knew him in especial intimacy, without recognizing how, underneath all the jest and roughness of the backwoods man, there was the deep and often patheticallypresent consciousness of one who went his way as God showed it to him, and who knew no undertaking, whether in the field or in the Cabinet, from which God could be left out.

* Recollections of Lincoln, by L. E. Chittenden, late Register of the Treasury.

Believe, my brothers, there is none! The tasks before you and me to-day may not be so great as theirs who have been called to redeem a continent or to save a State. But whether they are to be great or small, they are too large for any one of us to attempt alone! If we are to keep a stainless manhood, if we are to win a knightly glory, it will not be so much because of what we know, as of what we are. And what we are, and are to be, in character and in conduct, will depend most upon whose image we carry here, and whose voice of warning or command is most persuasive witness in our inmost souls! You remember that young French officer who lying on the operating table after a battle, in which he had been struck nigh unto death, cried out at last, as the surgeon pushed his curved probe further and further into the gaping wound: "A little deeper and you will find the Emperor!" This was only, in its lower way, what a good Apostle meant when he too cried: "Not I but Christ, who dwelleth in me!" And if what you and I must come to know, my brothers, is, we are to face the conflicts and master the foes that to-day challenge us. Do not, then, go to your tasks or your conflicts alone. Say up into the ear that bends at this moment with infinite tenderness and infinite sufficiency above you :

"Erect Thy throne within thine own!

Go, Lord, I follow Thee!"

HENRY C. POTTER.

Historic Princeton.

BY ALONZO CHURCH, A. B., PRINCETON.

MANY are the associations which linger among the shadows of

Nassau Hall; telling the stirring times of brilliant deeds, of noted

men. its graduates, or its friends.

Loyal at first to the "mother country" it received its name from William III. of England, "a branch of the illustrious house of Nassau." Among its archives is a quaint old pamphlet entitled The Military Glory of Great Britain, a dialogue recited by the students at the Commencement in 1762; "to the universal satisfaction of a polite and crowded auditory" as we are informed by a contemporary newspaper. And on the wall of the chapel hung a full length portrait of George II., opposite to which was one of the provincial Gov. Belcher, "surmounted by a court of arms, carved and gilded."

This spirit, however, was not a lasting one and the college was soon pervaded by the universal longing for liberty. We learn from a letter of James Madison, then a student here, that in 1770 the letter, stating that New York had partially broken the non-importation agreement, was burned by the students in the college yard, all in their black gowns the bell tolling. In 1771, when Madison, Gunning Bedford and other

noted patriots were graduated, another poem was recited, this time on The Rising Glory of America, written by Philip Freneau 1771, the patriot poet of the Revolution; and again an old newspaper informs us that it "met with the highest approbation and applause from a numerous, polite and discerning audience." In 1774 John Adams, afterwards 2d President of the United States visited the college, and the following occurs with reference to it in his journal :

The apparatus is the most complete and elegant I have seen: The scholars sing as badly as the Presbyterians of New York. The president, Dr. Witherspoon, is as high a son of liberty as any in America. Princeton's patriotism, however, was not confined to words and demonstrations. In 1775 its president, John Witherspoon, and Richard Stockton, one of its trustees, were members of the legislature which deposed the last tory governor, Franklin, and a few months later were enrolled among the signers of the Declaration. On the 9th of July the news reached Nassau Hall, where the Committee of Safety were holding its sessions. "The building was grandly illuminated, and independency proclaimed under a triple volley of musketry, all with the greatest decorum." On the 27th of August the first provincial congress of New Jersey met in the College library, and elected the first state governor and chief justice. But legislation and study were soon interrupted by the approach of the British, and the college forced to disband for the time being, as we are told by one of the students at that time. "On Nov. 29th," he says, "New Jersey College, long the peaceful seat of science, and the abode of the nurses, was visited with the melancholy tidings of the approach of the enemy. Our president, deeply affected, entered the hall where we were collected, and giving us suitable instructions and good advice bade us farewell."

On Dec. 1st the forsaken halls were filled once more, for Washington, halting from his retreat before Cornwallis, quarted his exhausted soldiers there and refreshed them for a week. Scarcely had he withdrawn when Old Nassau, which had gladly sheltered the blue was unwillingly forced to harbor the red-coats of Cornwallis, for almost a month the British stayed pillaging and destroying; but the battle of Princeton on Jan. 3d put an end forever to their depredations. The engagement began about a mile from the campus, but the British soon retreated to the sheltering walls of the college, which still bear the scars of the cannon balls fired to dislodge them. One of these it is said entered the chapel and struck off the head of George the Second's picture, which it is believed was taken with them by the soldiers on their retreat. It is a fact well worth remembering that the history of this battle was written by George Bancroft while a guest of the late Senator John R. Thompson, at Princeton. After this battle Nassau Hall remained as a hospital until the close of the war, under the successive commands of Generals Stirling, Putnam and Sullivan. In 1783, however, all traces of war were banished, and the Continental Congress, then holding its sessions in the library, proclaimed from its steps that peace was at last

concluded with Great Britain. In the library also, Peter Van Berckel, minister plenipotentiary from the States General of the United Netherlands, presented his credentials to Congress and was "welcomed with solemn and imposing ceremonies," and almost within the shadow of its wall Washington wrote his celebrated Farewell Orders to the armies of the United States. It was the commencement of this year the Congress attended in a body, having adjourned its sessions "in honor to the col

lege president, once a member of this body, and to our own, still a trustee of the institution." Imagine the throng of distinguished visitors. George Washington, Chevalier de la Suzerne, Madison, Lee, Carroll, Gerry, and a host of others honored the exercises with their presence as no college has been honored since; and Washington, to still further show his appreciation and approval, presented fifty guineas to the institution, which the trustees ordered to be expended in a full-length portrait of him by the elder Peale. The picture still hangs in Nassau Hall in the same frame from whieh that of George II. was so readily

Congress left Princeton on Oct. 4, and for many years the college remained undisturbed by echoes from the outside world; save the visits of the Marquis of Chastellux and the Duc de Giancourt, noted French travelers and savants, who described and praised it in their published writings. In 1812, however, the commencement was again honored by the presence of a nation's hero, General Scott, when returning wounded. from his victory at Lundy's Lane, paused for a day or two at Princeton, receiving an enthusiastic oration from the students and from the Faculty