gymnastics and tableaux elicited much delighted applause.

Thursday morning the school assembled to listen to the reading of
promotions. One of the pleasantest memories of Beach Institute which
the workers there carried away to their vacation was that of the sight
of the eager yet self-controlled company of students, which, holding
its breath to listen, yet, when it heard, spent no breath in murmurs
of delight or of disappointment. Only the graver, self-reproachful
expression or radiant smile betrayed the feelings of the listener.

ANNIVERSARY EXERCISES.

Thursday evening the Anniversary exercises took place. Palmettoes,
roses, etc., made our chapel a place of beauty. Over the platform in
artistic design, the class motto, "_Row, not Drift_," hung above a
great boat decorated with the blossoms of the cape jasmine, suspended
over its crossed oars, tastefully tied with the class colors--nile
green and cream white. All showed effectively against a soft
background of white overlaid with festoonings of the long gray moss.
Our eight graduates, seven girls and one stalwart youth, "a rugged
young oak in the midst of roses," rendered their parts in spicy
essays, humorous reading, graceful and spirited recitations and
earnest oration in a manner which won due signals of appreciation. The
choruses, etc., were sung in good style, the diplomas were given, the
successful contestant for the scholarship from the new tenth grade was
announced, the class song was sung, and then Richard R. Wright, who in
his boyhood sent to Northern friends the message, "_Tell them we are
rising_," and who is now President of the Georgia State Agricultural
College for Colored Youth, followed with an address replete with that
which might instruct and enthuse this class of 1894, which was about
to embark in boats in which they were to "_Row, not Drift_."

As one listened to this address, again what an inspiring scene met the
eye--the gifted, cultured speaker, his very life an inspiration, the
semicircle of earnest, hopeful young graduates, the chapel and
adjoining rooms crowded with an audience whose appearance betokened
education and refinement, among whom were doctors of divinity, editors
and other professional men. One could but only exclaim, "Within these
thirty years, verily, '_What hath God wrought!_'"

Oh, that American Christians could be brought to such a sense of the
tremendous needs of this Negro race at the South, that through myriad
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