far from any sordid aspirations as to approach the ideal; although the young graduate is not long in learning that there is an indifference in the public mind with regard to the first aorist that amounts nearly to apathy, and that millions of his fellow-creatures will probably live and die without the consolations of the second aorist.  It is a melancholy fact that, after a thousand years of missionary effort, the vast majority of civilized men do not know that gerunds are found only in the singular number.

I confess that this failure of the annual graduating class to make its expected impression on the world has its pathetic side.  Youth is credulous—­as it always ought to be—­and full of hope—­else the world were dead already—­and the graduate steps out into life with an ingenuous self-confidence in his resources.  It is to him an event, this turning-point in the career of what he feels to be an important and immortal being.  His entrance is public and with some dignity of display.  For a day the world stops to see it; the newspapers spread abroad a report of it, and the modest scholar feels that the eyes of mankind are fixed on him in expectation and desire.  Though modest, he is not insensible to the responsibility of his position.  He has only packed away in his mind the wisdom of the ages, and he does not intend to be stingy about communicating it to the world which is awaiting his graduation.  Fresh from the communion with great thoughts in great literatures, he is in haste to give mankind the benefit of them, and lead it on into new enthusiasm and new conquests.

The world, however, is not very much excited.  The birth of a child is in itself marvelous, but it is so common.  Over and over again, for hundreds of years, these young gentlemen have been coming forward with their specimens of learning, tied up in neat little parcels, all ready to administer, and warranted to be of the purest materials.  The world is not unkind, it is not even indifferent, but it must be confessed that it does not act any longer as if it expected to be enlightened.  It is generally so busy that it does not even ask the young gentlemen what they can do, but leaves them standing with their little parcels, wondering when the person will pass by who requires one of them, and when there will happen a little opening in the procession into which they can fall.  They expected that way would be made for them with shouts of welcome, but they find themselves before long struggling to get even a standing-place in the crowd—­it is only kings, and the nobility, and those fortunates who dwell in the tropics, where bread grows on trees and clothing is unnecessary, who have reserved seats in this world.