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...November Afternoon," the first article of the number, is an admirable bit of verse and shows a powerful imagination in the writer. There is something weird about the poem, which tends to make it all the more attractive. This is, I believe, the first bit of verse which the writer has ever published in the Advocate...
...performed by Mme. Anna Clark-Steiniger in rather a lifeless manner. The Concerto is thoroughly Mozart in character and rather tedious than interesting. Mme. Steiniger was very well received by the audience, and was given an encore. The Hungarian rhapsody, No. 2. of Liszt, was also well rendered, the weird character of the piece being carefully observed by the director. The Symphony in D m'nor by R. Volkmann, has been heard in Cambridge before, and requires no comment. Its broad character was sustained throughout, and but for slight unevenness among the strings and rather poor phrasing in the reed...
First, then, it is hard to realize, although history clearly tells of it, how definite, and limited, and special, was the foundation of Harvard College. It lay like a weird ball of light in the intention of its founders. It had no relations with any region of human life except its own. To make ministers of a certain faith and of a certain order, that faith conceived of as the final expression of the truth of God; that order accepted as the appointed means for men's salvation to create certain types of experience, to protect an acknowledged system...
...passed since these gay folk lived and loved and fought and made merry in the old Palatinate. Havoc and desolation have swept the city time and again since then. They had their day and went to rest; and their bones have long since dropped quietly to dust. Yet some weird spell has called them from the grave. Here they are once more, riding through these same streets, with the same trappings, the same armor, the same music and, in the case of historical personages, almost the same features. Professor Jacob Mycillus goes by in a great car, seated...
...perish. Now the writer maintains that there is no such morbid, pessimistic feeling among the students of Harvard, nor even among the literary men of the college, as this last number would seem to imply. In every issue, there has been a more or less marked fondness for the weird and sombre, but in this Christmas number, all disguise is thrown off and we are fairly overwhelmed with gloomy forebodings. The oppressive darkness is unrelieved by any lighter piece. The thoughts in the Monthiy may be the honest thoughts of the editors; but is it not their duty to make...