On Friday evening, April 28, occurred the memorial exercises of the Chautauqua Literary and Scientific Circle, in honor of Shakspere, Bryant, Milton, Addison and Longfellow. We have about twenty-five members in our circle, and a limited number of invitations to persons not members were issued, the greater part of whom attended. The ladies labored hard all day in arranging the rooms, and, as if by magic, changed the appearance from a prayer-meeting room to one of the cosiest and most inviting places you have ever seen. The floors were handsomely carpeted, the walls hung with paintings, and the chairs and round tables grouped about the room in such manner as to give an air of informality that was truly delightful. The program, as might be expected, was a choice one. Careful preparation, a familiarity with the subject, deep interest in the work, can be truthfully said of the efforts of each, and to write a detailed criticism would be supererogation. It is necessary to state, however, that in responding to the roll-call each member gave a quotation from one of the poets. The entire program was as follows: PROGRAM.
Then followed exercises in which the guests were invited to join, and for which no special course of study was required. We refer to the refreshments. After all had been served, several toasts were announced and responded to in an able and happy manner. THE TOASTS.“The Chautauqua Literary and Scientific Circle.” Response by B. S. Dartt, our first president. “Our Memorial Authors” (Shakspere, Longfellow, Milton, Addison and Bryant)—Rev. Alexander McGowan. “The Chautauqua Work and its Workers Elsewhere”—Rev. A. S. Morrison. “Higher Culture, Viewed from the Social Standpoint”—George A. Guernsey. Rev. S. P. Gates then spoke on the harmony of science and religion, asserting that there is no gulf that separates religion and science, nor any conflict where they stand together. The chairman then announced that the balance of the evening would be given to social enjoyment, soon after which the members and guests dispersed. “The lights are fled, The garlands dead, The banquet hall deserted.” decorative line
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