MEMORABILIA YALENSIA. --435 Alumni.. 42 -293, 340, 341 242, 342 -240 Osborne Hall Dedication..... 242 Sophomores 44 Tennis..... Foot Ball 42, 47, 87, 88, 89, 90, 91, 92, 139, 140, 141, 142 43 -340, 433, 438 ..86, 87, 88 University Reception 46, 290, 344, 386 -46, 139 -432 -240, 387 A AN UNCLERICAL SERMON. "Turn, Fortune, turn thy wheel and lower the proud ; Turn, turn thy wheel above the staring crowd; Thy wheel and thou are shadows in the cloud; N Unclerical Sermon is common enough as an article, and men have called it variously, but the name has a dubious look on the surface. It needs some definition to give it a respectable place among commodities or the discreet will look at it askance and the hasty call it a nondescript monstrosity, a fossil waiting to be classified, or an unnatural alliance between Evangelist and Mr. Worldly Wiseman. A Layman in Canonicals will disport himself not wisely nor too well, was the opinion of Herr Teufelsdröckh of Weisnichtwo, Professor of Things in General and Propounder of the renowned Clothes Philosophy, but the Professor was a volcanic, unaccountable sort of a man and played so many antics with other people's vestments as well as the contents of his own dusty waist-coat The Yale Literary Magazine. that things took on curious and not always reliable proportions with him. At any rate he preached unclerical sermons himself, not without effect, and I would rather have the support of his practice than his theory. An Unclerical Sermon, then, for our use will mean a sermon in form and proper purpose lacking all claim to supernatural authority and pleading its right to exist from the lack of any objection to it. Do you ever watch a crowd? I mean with some feeling and thoughtfulness, not looking as for a face you know or in any common-place interest but as you listen to music, the march of chords and long strains of intertwisted sound. A street full of people is like a symphony to me if I can shut out the sound of their feet, for sometimes they crowd along like a Wagner crescendo and then dwindle down to a thin fairy melody or stretch away in a long, slow swell. The faces weave in and out and the music is always more or less troubled but there seems to be a theme somewhere, a great, endless meaning hidden away, that you see as through a glass very darkly and like voices in But this street symthe wind and faces in the water. phony can be taken in separate notes and still be music for each is a full humanity. What strange, enormous music may a composer make who has men and women for his notes, and each note is a song by itself with a thousand shades of harmony, and discord too, full of all wildness and horror. The use of discords is the climax of composition, musicians say, and skillful indeed must he be who will use them to final orchestral effect, and bring the myriad strings of the universe into concordance, and this thing have prophets prophesied, and preachers preached, and a thousand hearts fondly believed; some there have been who have caught snatches of the music, written it in books and wrought on stone and canvas, or woven it into their lives, and some again have thought they had discovered the universal theme and interpeted the meaning, having certainly but an atomic idea of it, for each is but as one performer in a millionfold orchestra and cannot in any way follow the large rush of the music through the |