can rightly confer, the
coronet which marks the union of birth and worth. We cannot, we, the
Alumni, suffer these our brothers to sleep unhonored. Those who shall
come after us, who shall fill our places in dear Old Harvard, shall
occupy our ancient rooms in Hollis and Massachusetts and Stoughton and
Holworthy, have a right not only to count the academic wreaths which
have been won in past days by their namesakes, but also to be taught the
inspiring lesson of holy love of country, of highest courage and truth
and soldierly virtue.

And how shall this be done? Let these few remaining lines suggest at
least one plan. Harvard's chief want is a hall for her Alumni, one
worthy, in architecture and convenience, of her children's fame, which
Harvard Hall is not. That long, awkward room, very hot and cramped to
dine in at midsummer, hotter and more cramped still for the Class-day
dances, is just fit for one purpose,--the declamation-exercises of the
Sophomore year. Let us have a hall fit for Commencements, for Alumni and
Phi-Beta orations, for our annual dinners, worthy of the "Doctor's"
poems and the "General's" speeches, with a wainscot, not of vulgar
plaster, but of noble oak, against which Copley's pictures and Story's
busts may properly be placed.

Then let its windows be filled, as in the glorious halls and chapels of
England, with memorial glass. Let one of these, if no more, be formed,
of the costliest and most perfect workmanship our art can compass, to
the memory of the Heroes of Harvard. It shall be the gift of every class
which counts among its members one of these. There, amid the gorgeous
emblazonry, shall be read their names, their academic year, their
battles.

Or, if this may not be, because our Alma Mater is still too poor or too
humble to offer to her returning children such banqueting-place,--if
there is no Wykcham or Waynflete or Wolsey to arch for us the
high-embowed roof, let us place our memorial in the Library, along its
shaded alcoves and above its broad portals. There the bright shadows
shall sleep and pass with the sliding day, where the young scholars
mused and studied. There the future student, as he walks, shall read as
noble a lesson as he can glean from any of the groaning shelves and
dusty tomes. There shall be for Harvard her _Libro d'Oro_ wherein she
has written the names of her best-beloved.

Some token let us have that they are unforgotten. It was no quarrel of
vulgar ambition in whic