Softly now the light of dayWere my friend, however, a student who cared for activity, rather than the hour I have planned for the lover of restful quiet, I might wish to show her, at once, the contrasts of Radcliffe life, contrasts such as those of a certain February day of ‘93. On that day we had listened attentively to one of a course of lectures which treated the various remedies suggested for the present social difficulties. Our special topic for the day was anarchism and Bakunin. A few minutes later we sat in the drawing-room,--for it was a Wednesday afternoon --tea and cakes before us, discussing a topic suggested by our instructor who had quite refused to consider a learned subject introduced by one of ourselves. And the topic we were discussing was, --whether or no crinolines would be worn the coming season! At Radcliffe, though many are sceptical in regard to our social life, even now, we are-able to do everything together save eating and sleeping. Save eating, I have said! But I must not forget the glories of luncheon conversations carried on in the overcrowded little lunch room. And some day many of us hope to have small dormitories.
Fades upon our sight away;
Free from care, from sorrow free,
Lord, we would commune with thee.
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