They will hear in it the ring of the old college bell; they will see the lines of students marching across the campus to evening prayer and into the chapel.

Upon the platform mounts the stooping form of grand old "Uncle Jimmie," and in his broad and not unmelodious Scotch accents he pours out his big, warm heart in prayer.
With honest pride in their Alma Mater, they will thank God that they were trained for the battle of life by James McCosh.
The limits of this narrative do not allow me to tell of all my delightful "foregatherings" with that venerated Nestor of American art, Daniel Huntington; and with General James Grant Wilson with his _repertoire_ of racy Scotch stories; and with my true yoke-fellows in the Gospel, Dr.Herrick Johnson, Dr.Marvin R.Vincent, and Dr.Samuel J.Fisher--and with a group of infinitely witty women who regaled many an evening hour with their merry quips and conundrums.

The unwritten law which prevails in that social realm is: "Each for all, and all for each other." Mr.Smiley had been for some years a member of the United States Indian Commission, and his experience in that capacity had awakened a deep interest in the welfare of the remaining Aborigines, who had too often been the prey of unscrupulous white men who came in contact with them.
About sixteen years ago he conceived the happy idea of calling a conference at Mohonk of those who were conversant with Indian affairs and most desirous to promote their well being.

His invitation brought together such distinguished philanthropists as the veteran ex-Senator Henry L.Dawes, General Clinton B.Fisk, General Armstrong, the founder of Hampton Institute; Merrill E.Gates, Philip C.Garrett, Herbert Welsh, and that picturesque and powerful friend of the red man, the late Bishop Whipple of Minnesota.

The discussions and decisions of this annual Mohonk Conference have had immense influence in shaping the legislation and controlling the conduct of our national government in all Indian affairs.