. Silver jubilee memorial, 1868-93. aith, that Religion and morals are the basis of the socialfabric, without which education is a mere sham, and without which,woman, who has such a grand part to play in the regenerating ofsociety and in the raising of thje moral standard, utterly fails in thetask which has been allotted her by Divine Providence. AVe trust, therefore, to realize this ideal, in the young ladieswho go from beyond the portals of this Institution. We thank your Lordship most heartily for the high solemnityyou have lent to this festival. AVe thank the generous donors whohave contri
. Silver jubilee memorial, 1868-93. aith, that Religion and morals are the basis of the socialfabric, without which education is a mere sham, and without which,woman, who has such a grand part to play in the regenerating ofsociety and in the raising of thje moral standard, utterly fails in thetask which has been allotted her by Divine Providence. AVe trust, therefore, to realize this ideal, in the young ladieswho go from beyond the portals of this Institution. We thank your Lordship most heartily for the high solemnityyou have lent to this festival. AVe thank the generous donors whohave contributed to the building of this Institution ; the , friends and acquaintances, who have enhanced the impor-tance of this occasion by their kind and friendly thank one and all for this lovely day on Convent Hill, whicliwill ever be a thing of beauty in our reminiscences, and there-fore, in the words of the poet, ^a joy forever. Read by Miss Edith Shorb,On the occasion of the Dedication of the Ramona Wot^dep Pray tell me, philosopher dreaming,Or scientist learned and wise, What is the wonderful beautyThat shines in the babys eyes? We all love the little darlings,And none of us know just why, I fear you lovers of learning Are too wordly to guess if you try. And rocking the tiny cradleWith a lullaby soft and low The answer came like a whisperTo the secret I longed to know. The depths of the wee eyes visionA glimmer of turquoise blue— A patch of heavenly brightnessDipped in heavenly dew. The babys smile is surely, A beam of the sunshine of love, Caught in its wings as it flutteredTo eatth from its cradle above. The meaningless lisp of the baby, Is all it remembers that story of peaceful promise It sang the first Christmas night. I WONDER 141 I know now why these spirits Of wonderful babj^-land,Creep into our hearts and boldly Their tenderest love demand. You are dear little cherubs of Paradise, Lost in a world of sin ;And our truest peep
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