Hermesians, [“of Emory & Henry College W. Co. Va.” is inserted in Flora’s handwriting]

 

It is with no little embarrassment I must confess, that I appear before you this evening, an embarrassment natural to a man unaccustomed to public speaking, but greatly heightened in my case by a painful association connected with my last appearance on the rostrum, which though happening several years ago is so vivid in my memory as if it were to-night.  My auditory was a select one of ladies & Gentlemen and of all sizes and ages, and I may say of every grade of military rank from the laurel wreathed Colonel of 30 years service to the very latest Plebs.  I occupied a platform much higher than that, and to my ever lasting mortification be it said, that in one of my loftiest flights, I had the ill luck to step off the platform, eliciting bringing down the house in a storm of laughter and ridicule from which I need not add I did not recover that night, and though I grieve to say it, my sweetheart was the loudest in her peals of mirth at my dire calamity.  On this occasion however I am reassured by the fact that I am upon the common level, and if I lose by the inspiration which the presence of a sweetheart would afford, I gain by the escape from her ridicule if present.

 

Gentlemen,

 

It has been nearly ten years since I stood where I now stand & heard the echo of my own voice through this hall.  In that time though to me brief in retrospect, how many thrilling associations crowd upon my memory, how many changes have been wrought in those faces who then & since enlisted under the banner of Hermes.  Of but very few of my old companions can I give any account, some have risen to distinction and usefulness in the varied avocations in life, some have consecrated a life to happiness at the altar of Hymen, while many have by the decree of an allwise Judge, been cut short in the bloom of youth & the heyday of promise and summoned to a final account.

 

It would not be worth my while to mention names, each of you can fill the blank with a circle of bright faces on whom genius had already implanted her crown.

 

But let us pass from this mournful [illegible word] in the past; and in the language of Hyperion, “Look not mournfully into the past &c”.  There is nothing in the past connected with my associations in this hall to which I do not look with pleasure, and I am glad to meet you here gentlemen to-night.  You bring to mind the light of other days, and it is to you that your predecessors look with pride & confidence to perpetuate the name and fame of Hermes.

 

Like all great Institutions this society had its origin in storm and trouble.  Nursed by the spirit of revolution & reform, and lifted into sunshine by the undaunted care of her founders, she now flourishes in all the excellence ripe maturity [the word “of” was inserted before “maturity,” in Flora’s handwriting], and points to you like the mother of the Grachhi as her jewels.  Let not a mother’s pride & confidence be misplaced, be not content with mediocrity in anything, let your motto always be “excelsior.” 

 

            Not to know a heroes’ woes

            Not to fall in alpine snows

            But higher & yet higher rise

            And write “excelsior” on the skies.

 

In this connection let me add my testimony to that of many, that in all the changes storms and vicissitudes in life there is but one harbor of safety, one and that is in the religion of Christ. 

 

My sojourn with you has been short but I assure you has been most gratifying to me.  I rejoice to see you in such a prosperous condition.  A few weeks more will find me again on the frontier, but be assured I will ever feel great pride in having once being a Hermesian.  And if it ever falls to my lot to lead a charge or storm a breach, I will rely with confidence for success upon the principles inculpcated in me within these halls in my early youth, for after all “the child is father to the man.”  It will always be my highest meed of praise to feel that to I have to earned your encomium.

 

Ours is a glorious Country.  I love it but like Mr. Calhoun, while I love the union I love Virginia more, and if one attachment ever becomes incompatible with the other I scruple not to say Virginia shall command my poor services.  But I am not one of those who prophecy disunion & then try to cause it in order to verify the prophecy.  I say to the union, “esto perpetua.”  While I cordially eschew fillibustering I look forward to the time when by honest purchase or legitimate conquest, as was said by one of our naval officers, our boundary shall extend from the isthmus of Panama on the South – to the – to the – Aurora Borealis on the north.

 



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