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Use of Pigskin Grafts on Extensive Granulating Surface in Case of

Superficial Gangrene-J. H. Browning......

Venable, Charles S., Memorial to-J. W. Mallet....
Vivit post funera virtus-J. L. Hall....

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FUS.I.

University of Virginia

BULLETINS.

PUBLISHED QUARTERLY BY THE FACULTY OF THE UNIVERSITY OF VIRGINIA.

NEW SERIES.

APRIL, 1901.

ADDRESS

VOL. I.-No. 2.

DELIVERED BEFORE THE SOCIETY OF THE ALUMNI OF THE UNIVERSITY OF

VIRGINIA, JUNE 13, 1900,

BY LEIGH ROBINSON,

· OF WASHINGTON, D. C.

Mr. President and Gentlemen of the Society of Alumni :

When the Doge of Venice was at Paris, the thing which astonished him most was to see himself there. I can truly say that nothing could be more amazing to me than, for the purpose of this occasion, to find myself here. When I think how easily you might have chosen from a number so well qualified, scholars, and men distinguished in the State, distinguished in the church, and that your choice has rather fallen upon one, not a scholar, not distinguished in the State, not distinguished in the church, whose only claim on your compassion is his contrite repentance for the loss of opportunities which no repentance can retrieve, I cannot but consider, that this University, after a most high model, feeleth more true joy over one sinner that repenteth, than over ninety and nine just men which went not astray. Yet is it also true that, at each step of my return to scenes once so familiar, recollection reinforces me. The likeness of a former day seems to live in the frame designed for it by nature. It is as if for the moment objects of the sense were made vassals of the spirit, and invested with the power to reunite the broken chain of past and present. The sun still sinks behind the western rampart like a warrior to his rest, and the moon still falls in bars of music on the lawn. Old languages of liberty and honor, once the breath of life, float back to me from the landscape

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