What then, shall I, in this moment of time, say to you who are classmates of mine? Shall I hope that you may be able to pass the Golden Gate and join in the class song of the ’87s, and receive your diploma from the hands of the Chautauqua chief, and enjoy all the delights of Commencement day? That indeed I heartily wish. I hope to be there and to clasp hands with you, and give and receive greeting. But I am conscious while I write, of a higher, stronger, holier hope than that, even that every member of your circle and of all the great Chautauqua Circle may finally pass the Golden Gate that leads to the palace of the King, and receive from him the greeting “well done, good and faithful servants,” and receive from his hands the crowns laid up for those who are “called, and chosen, and faithful.” Oh, to be sure of passing safely through the ordeal of examination by the Judge! When I think of the immense enthusiasm of the C. L. S. C., I am glad. I believe in enthusiasm. I believe in the Chautauqua Literary and Scientific Circle. Yet I wonder, often, whether we, as Christians, can not learn something from the eagerness of many scholars who are not of the royal family, and yet are eager to learn all they can, about our Father’s handiwork in earth and air and sky. I am writing longer than I meant. I only wanted to say this: Let us make sure of clasping hands at last in our Father’s house. Yours in His name, MRS. G. R. ALDEN.—“PANSY.”