There is but one sentiment among Harvard men today. The sad accident of last week came like a shock to the whole University, and the days that followed were filled with anxious forebodings. Now that the last hope has gone, there is universal mourning both by the faculty and the students. Nothing is more tragic than that a life should be cut off just as it was growing into its full vigor, when the powers that had been gathering for a score of years were making ready for actual work in the life of the world, when all had promise and the fulfillment seemed just beyond. Few years have passed since the University underwent similar suffering. It is such events as these that waken us from our wonted placid composure, and thrust home upon us the real significance of our life here. It is a time when the common grief vivifies a sincere sense of fellowship among us, and we realize what warm sympathy we shall ever hold for the fellow student who today is in great grief over the accidental result of a wholly blameless act.
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