Yesterday afternoon every one was shocked by the news of the death of Mr. Frank Bolles, Secretary of the University. Some had been forewarned of the event; others knew nothing of it till it came; but in either case the news brought with it a personal sorrow. Mr. Bolles' death is a peculiarly sad one, for he of all men enjoyed life. Nothing in his work, which was at times most perplexing and most discouraging, could ruffle his spirit or make life a burden to him. He could look through all the troubles of his office, and though conscious of their presence, could see beyond them a word of beauty land truth. A hard worker while he worked, he always had the life about him to cheer him and give him rest. To live, to move about in the sunlight in a world of trees and flowers and birds, this was his highest pleasure. His death, then, seems almost a double death, in that it deprives him so much.

As his world was always one of light and good cheer, so his presence among his fellow-workers at the college office and among the students was always a source of pleasure. His interest in life gave him an immense fund of sympathy with men, so that no story of suffering or want, nothing which told of life narrowed or crippled, was too mean for him to hear. And where he saw life thus narrowed or crippled his greatest pleasure was to help it regain breadth and health. His life was one of constant activity. No man connected with the University was busier than Mr. Bolles. His official duties made large demands upon his time, but he still found opportunity for writing on his favorite theme, nature, for conducting the University Editorship of the Graduates' Magazine, and for interesting himself actively in the various phases of college life.

But we need not discuss his virtues. No one who ever saw him could fail to see in his kindly face and cordial manner and in the fairness and justice of all his dealings with men, the strength and warmth, the purity and sincerity of the highest type of manhood. By this death the students lose a kind friend and helper; the University, a devoted servant; the city, a faithful citizen; the world, a true man; and to all these the loss is irreparable.