It is written that the mighty gods are immortal, and may not Andûman[a:] in some blest abode still continue the existence of those whose lives were so nearly Deific? Only Andûman[a:] knoweth. Our sacred writings contain no revelation relating to such momentous questions, neither have our priesthood; whose lives are most virtuous and exalted, any knowledge concerning a possible continuity of existence, and to our despairing importunings the mighty gods make no reply. But this we do know, that the good and evil deeds of men are as seed sown broadcast. Has good seed been sowed? Then shall golden sheaves of a bounteous harvest be gathered. Have noxious seeds been cast upon the bosom of the wind to be wafted into the highways and byways? Then shall the unwise sower gather his harvest in weariness and sorrow. Dear youths and maidens, and you of maturer years, on this commemorative occasion it will be well that we shall begin anew to sow the seeds of righteous conduct, of loving thoughts, of generous deeds, of helpful care for all who need our best service, for are not we all the children of Andûman[a:], the Creator of all that is? Then when we, too, shall pass into the silence, may we leave in the minds and hearts of those who may succeed us, memories as sweet as the fragrance of these rodel blooms, which now we will lay upon Andûman[a:]'s altar, in recognition and remembrance of His love for having given to Ento those who surely were His most admirable children. De L'Ester--Were it not so touching, it might be amusing to watch the faces of Inidor[a:] and Genessano, but so worshipful is their love for their parents that they, like the assemblage, accord to them the fullest measure of their admiring homage. How, as those dignified, gentle mannered professors, followed by students and visitors from many lands, reverently go toward the Istoir[a:] to lay their flower offering upon the altar dedicated to Andûman[a:] and His Messengers, the Deific ones, one is filled with wonder that despite the hopeless creed of these people, their faces wear an expression of serene composure. Gentola--Yes, their faces do wear a look of serenity, but to my mind they also wear an expression of profound pathos. Their faces also express much intelligence, refinement and spirituality. Though when one realizes that they have no conception of the indestructible ego, the latter terms seems misapplied. Those wonderfully beautiful, gentle, graceful and gracious youths and maidens are quite unlike the vivacious, self-assured young people of some portions of our planet. If the lesson of to-day has in their hearts found as full a response as it has found in my own, the professor will not have spoken in vain. What a grand thing it is to have lived to such splendid purpose as have Genessano Allis Immo, the Lady Camariss[a:], and these, their sons.