Now we come to architecture, In the annals of the city; Now the spirit of improvement Makes a giant-stride among us, Opens wide her money-coffers, In the growing, hillside city. On the westward street, called Danville, Rose an institute of learning, Rose the Franklin Female College, Soon the pride of all the region. And within its classic chambers Have the children of the county Gone to school in many hundreds; Have in hundreds learned to grapple With the mysteries of science. Num'rous teachers have united In the duty of instructing, Teachers from the distant sections, Teachers from among our people. Music, English, French and Latin, Morals, manners, Calisthenics, Healthful sports and games and pastimes, Useful precepts, laws and lessons, All were taught within this building, Which the Odd Fellows erected In eighteen hundred forty-seven. Far and wide the ranks are scattered, Strange their destiny and varied, Yet the tie of love and duty, Binds the teacher to the pupil, Binds the pupil to the teacher, Wheresoe'er their footsteps wander, Wheresoe'er their fate may lead them. May they ever fondly cherish All the dear associations, All the lessons of ambition, Taught and gained at Franklin College, Taught within its classic chambers.[4] In eighteen hundred eight and forty, Was a novel institution, Introduced within the city; A society established, By an act of corporation. And they called themselves, "The Hunters Of Nimrod." Oswald Von Koenig, Scion of a Saxon family, Introduced this curious Order; And the Lancaster Sanhedrim Numbered six in solemn council, Hill, Kinnaird and Cope and Burton, Sandifer, McKee--the Council-- Were the city's chartered members. Afterwards the German stranger, Met his death in tragic manner, Dashed his body from a window, In the flourishing Falls City: And the accident was mourned, Was lamented by the Hunters. They deposited their leader, In the Cave Hill cemetery, And the stone that marks th' enclosure, Was the gift of A. A. Burton, One among the chartered members. Here the chronicle reminds us Of the noble art of printing, Now revived within the city, Now engrossing all her readers. And the news sheets are before us, With their timeworn local items, With their cunning jests and humor, With their antique advertisements, With their long-forgotten pages. The "Republican" and "Argus" Have the earliest existence, In this era of advancement; Then the famous "Garrard Banner" Floats upon the world of letters.