“GAUDET TENTAMINE OESTRUS,” – Richards.
Vol. 1. DARTMOUTH COLLEGE, July, 1856. No. 4.
The Dartmouth OEstrus.
A Religious, Literary and Scientific Journal, published annually pro bono Facaltatis et Collegii, under the patronage of the “ American Home Baptist Association,” in cooperation with the “ American Mercantile H—bird Association.” The most notorious English and American Divines are regular contributors; among whom are Rev. Nat. Bouton and Nehemiah Adams, P. G., the former an author of a “ History of East Kankord,” otherwise known as Newtonville ; the latter author of a “ Topographical view of religion from the South Side.” Zero Dyer, Slimy M. Chase and “ Brisket” have retired with honor from the editorial department, and have been succeeded by Rev. Bowlegs Barnard and Shanghae Gleason, late Bishop of the St. Thomas Church. John Kimball of the class of ’56, has been appointed on his own special application, sole agent for North America—receiving a liberal per cent. of subscriptions to enable him to pay the four years’ arrearages of his class taxes.
Arrangements have been recently made to have the OEstrus printed hereafter at the office of “ Go-the-whole hog Courier.”
TERMS, same as formerly’—Clergymen, however, of “ All christian denominations in good and regular standing” and in sympathy with the “ Home Baptists” and “H—birds,” will be supplied at a reasonable discount.
Communications must be thereafter be addressed to the “ Recording Secretary of the Faculty,” Dart. Coll. Hanover, N. H.
Our Portrait Gallery.
REYNOLDS, we think it was, made the truthful remark that, “ In portraits the grace, and we may add, the likeness, consists more in the general air than in the exact similitude of every feature.” Our artist, either discrediting to some extent this remark of the great painter, or aiming to corroborate it more perfectly, has furnished us, by the most assiduous labor, with full length portraits of the Faculty of the College, which the best taste and judgment of the age, upon candid inspection, have agreed in pronouncing perfectly true to life, both “ in the general air and in the exact similitude of every feature.”
We had thought, at first, barely to give these likeness a place in our columns, and thus afford our numerous readers and patrons an opportunity to form their opinions respecting the great archetypes from which they are taken. But in fine deeming some further advantages than the mere chance of seeing, indispensable in the formation of absolutely correct general opinions, we have thought best to favor our readers with brief, lucid and comprehensive biographies of each member of the Faculty in connection with their portraits, in order that thus while we attract the eye of the community, we may at the same time give the understandings of those who support the College by their patronage, the proper direction towards a more perfect comprehension of the unique characters of the governing officers of this institution.
It shall be our aim to delineate their moral and intellectual characters, in all their hideous deformity, as faithfully as our artist has their ugly physical frames. The Faculty have long courted this attention at our hands, and we might say, have merited it long. But having been governed in our intercourse with the, rather by the principle, “ if we could say nothing good of a man we would say nothing evil,” we confess we may have seemed wanting at times, in strict regard to that other maxim which would enjoin upon us at all times, “ to give the devil his due.”
But be it so. We will now commence with that superannuated old dotard—Prex Lord—the great ALPHA, the great first of this august board of rusty divines, and continue our notices, in order of seniority, down to Tutor Field—the little omega—the little last, and more useless appendage.
And here we invite our readers to a candid reflective, close examination of the likeness we present. Mark well the features; note the distinctive points, the prominent characteristics of the man as indicated by the configuration and expression of the countenance, and the cast and conformation of the skull. The first point that strikes one in examining the head phrenologically is the decided preponderance of the animal faculties and propensities, the remarkable development of the organs in the back and base of the cranium; and the lamentable deficiency in the higher moral and intellectual faculties and the depression of the organs in the front and towards the apex of the head. And this view is substantiated, and the science of craniognomy is completely verified in his case, by his “ manner of life from his youth up.” For few men have done more towards peopling God’s heritage than the Prex. Possessing a physical constitution of great strength and vital energy, and early in life, taking a “rib” as fruitful as an Oriental vineyard, he “ pitched in ” with all the vigor of prime manhood, upon the principle, “ Dum vivimus, vivamus,” (which Bully translates, very much to the amusement of the Freshmen—“ Go it while you are young, for when you get old you can’t.”) and consequently he has enjoyed the purely animal pleasure of rearing, in as many years, dozens and scores of young curses of the “ rale ould stock,” though the last scions. We are informed, have sadly “ degenerated ” both physically and intellectually.
The next feature worthy of observation in our portrait, is the eyes—and what eyes! as unspeculative as those of a corpse or a gypsum statue; as inexpressive two attic windows with the blinds closed; or perhaps they might be better compared to the two weeping eyes in the rear gable-end of the old Iron Works.” In fine, we believe it must be granted by all, that the original of which our portrait is so perfect a copy, is the most complete personification of Shakspeare’s “ green-eyed jealousy,” that could be imagined, both as to bodily appearance and mental organization. And herein, we think, may be detected the source of some of his numerous, dull, stale, mournful bilious, annual harrangues upon “ The Speculative Tendencies of Young Men,” and such like themes, with which he has bored and disgusted sleepy seniors of hot June mornings these twenty years. Hereby we can give the only charitable account of those misanthropic, “ damnable heresies,” of which he has the eternal shame of being the sole advocate, exponent and promulgator, in this age—such as the doctrine of “ total depravity and human degeneracy; slavery a divine institution ; the Declaration of Independence a lie ”—all which it is very important, forsooth, for the young men of our country to be taught, before they leave College, in order that they may enter upon the duties of the citizen, with a proper understanding of their responsibilities, and may discharge the same with a due regard to the best interest of their country and “ the highest elevation of humanity, the end of public freedom.” And such is the burden of his teachings.
There is one other very apparent physical peculiarity in our portrait, to which we wish to direct the attention of our readers inasmuch as it had occasioned frequent remark, and given rise to much inquiry as to its cause—whether it be a natural deformity, or the result or the result of accident? We refer to the bowing legs which support this “ moral monster,” as Tupper has it, “ shedding o’er this fair world his baleful light.” Mankind are ever ready to ascribe this unnatural appearance about the knees, in their fellow-men, solely to one special cause—that of excessive indulgence. We are confident from what we know of the man, that this was the main cause which operated to spring his knees so badly, still we think the frequent performance of a certain remarkable gymnastic feat, peculiar to the special dignity of his office, and which we illustrated in the last number of our paper, has contributed slightly to produce the same effect upon the old man’s knees. Reader, just recall to your mind that illustration. Bring back the recollection of the venerable, dignified, reverend, aristocratic, President of Dartmouth College, clad in rags for the occasion of midnight prowl in search of some wayward student. Behold the hoary Divine, his hands, hat and wig on the floor and his heels elevated about 45° against the door of the room wherein some poor fugitive has taken refuge from the hot, blood-hound rage of his pursuit : recall that face, hideous in every feature with the frothing ferocity of a half-starved wolf. What a business! what an attitude for a bald-headed Doctor of Divinity ! What a beautiful and very natural diversion for a teacher of “ the analogy of natural and revealed religion to the constitution and course of nature,” to leave the side of his Betsey, of a black, rainy night in chill November, and sally forth and reveal himself, like some discontonted ghost with hollow groans, to students, by kicking down their doors over their heads at midnight! What a scene for our artist! and what justice he did it! The sketch is true to the action of the ludicrous, malicious scene the hundredth time in the College. What student does not respect, honor, nay almost adore such a “ degenerate, depraved,” ravenous embodiment of mischief, filling so respectable and honorable position as the president of a College.
Such have been some of his physical labors, all which could be predicted from phrenological examination of his head as we have indicated. We now pass to notice still further his literary labors and see their correspondence also with craniological indications. He was first settled after he graduated, as an orthodox minister in a town in this State. From this place we have accounts showing in what regard he was held at that time of life. We give the precise words of an eminent man who resided in that vicinity and frequently witnessed the pulpit efforts of the future President of Dartmouth College. He says, “ Dr. Lord was never considered a very smart man ; hardly an ordinary preacher ; and never suspected of having too much goodness or piety he would always lie.” Whether he has corrected this “ depraved ” habit in his old age, let the countless students who have been rusticated, expelled and disgraced on his base suspicions, testify. By what accident of fortune or design of fate he was elevated to his present position, the Lord only knows. IT is mortifying enough to every student, to know that he is here, acting President of the College. For
“ What is a lordling’s pomp ?—a cumbrous load,
Disguising of the wretch of human kind,
Studied in arts of hell, in wickedness refined.”
But finding at length that he had rather a poor hand on which to win notoriety, in the mere preaching of righteousness, repentance and Christ to a “ depraved ” world, he has latterly gone over to that other doctrine of “ total depravity and human degeneracy,” which would make God’s word of none effect and His Son a liar. And meanwhile, as if on the verge of despair, bound to win at any rate the object of his ambition—a name and fame ; to gratify his burning lust after exclusiveness, he had tried everything in the line of religion and politics, from the “ hardly ordinary preacher ” in the small country parish, to the dried, shriveled D. D. in the College ; and from the most ultra, zealous, fanatical abolitionist, to the most abandoned, rabid, pro-slavery advocate of the 19th century : rising and sinking alternatively to firm impiety and abrupt despair ; betraying ever a total disregard of the profoundest principles in our present being—fellowship with man and reverence for God ; a sectarian, and himself the whole sect, of the bluest school of divinity, ready and willing to resort to any means, prayers, penance and what not, to add another breadth to his Pharisaical skirt ; in his government of the College becoming “ all things to all men ” that he may ensnare somebody, coming now the imperious, morose dogmatist, and now the fawning, flattering sycophant and deceiver. Reader, you should see him hobble into the chapel some morning, like some hypochondriac old granny, who believes her time has come, peevish, sullen and sour, after a pretended sleepless night, and draw off his quarterly surplus of bile and spleen, in whines about “ dying before his time” ; in lamentations over the “ irregularities ” of students, for which he has mistaken the night horrors of his own guilty conscience ; and in warnings and threatenings that “ some of them would slough off imperceptibly at the close of the term.” And then you should see him draw on one of his most bland, gracious, winning smiles, like the “ goddess of morning red,” and come the hypocritical parasite a few minutes, in a strain of hollow-hearted expressions of the “ great confidence he always has in students,” and of vain appeals to their “ sense of propriety ”—a “ word to the wise is sufficient,” and such like very sage ad facetious remarks; and then wind up his morning homily with his customary disgustful attempt to enlist the sympathy of students and gain their respect by reminding them of his advancing age ; and then relating the thread-bare tale of his “ retiring early the previous evening, to get rest for the accumulating labors of the morrow, but could not sleep, for there was a sound of revelry by night.” And all this, as if 300 students in this day of “ agitation ” and excitement, religious and political, and especially in the present campaign, when the whole country, North, East, West, is alive in the cause of freedom and man ; as if the students of Dartmouth College could be made to suppress every noble and generous impulse of a manly nature ; “ crush out ” every spark of their enthusiasm ; withhold their voice in the general shout for liberty ; and refuse to sing at night even one song for “ freemen and Fremont ”—all out of mere slavish respect, bare sympathy for a childish, supercilious, pro-slavery old Fogy whom they, at the bottom of their hearts hate, and whom if want of “ sleep ” could kill, they would make “Rome howl ” from evening shade to morning dawn, term in and term out.
What “ the accumulating labors of the morrow ” are, which the Prex speaks of so often, we have yet to learn. We suppose, however, they are the daily repetitions morn and eve o the stereotyped prayer, with those hideous inscriptions together with images of its divine author the chapel walls are completely frescoed; and probably he would add the task he has so long labored at, of trying to prove his Creator, by His own word, the author and supporter of “ the sum of all villainies ;” and in getting up annually a more perfect and acceptable offering, and adding still another fagot to the bloody burning altar whereon he makes, under the name of “ a Northern Presbyter,” his yearly sacrifice to the Baal of Southern Slavery.
We might go on, thus delineating and illustrating the character of the great head of Dartmouth College till the morrow’s sun, but one word in behalf of the students, to the trustees of this institution and we close this somewhat lengthy notice. And gentlemen, if you have any regard for our peace, progress and profit; if you have any respect for the reputation of the College ; we implore you in the name of God and humanity and for the sake of your own and our souls, to take off from among us the cold, case-hardened, green-eyedmonster who now fills the Presidential chair, and give us in his stead a man, who resides somewhere in the neighborhood of the rest of mankind in thought, sentient and in feeling. “ We will not have this man to reign over us.” We have had enough of this old powder-posted, fly-blown theology, and this mouldy, dead conservatism. Carry out the putrid corpse and bury it, we beseech you, out of sight. But whether you remove him or not, he cannot live always, thank heaven! God’s forbearance cannot always be insulted—Nathan must soon “ fall into death’s rotten mouth,” and oblivion hide him forever ; and let infamy hang her black scutcheon over his unheeded grave, as in duty bound we will every pray.
The Faculty will hear something drap.
“ Beware of yonder dog ;
Look, when he fawns he bites ; and when he bites
His venom tooth will rankle to the death,
Sin, death and hell have set their marks upon him
And all their ministers attend him.”
We have no jokes to crack at Bully’s expense. The nature of our subject permits no sportive treatment. Playfulness with him, would be as much out of place as a death’s head at a marriage feast, or a manly sentiment at a Faculty meeting. We must be in dead earnest. We don’t expect to amuse, but may instruct in some degree, those who know nothing of the corruption of which human nature is capable. Nothing but this hope and the demands of justice would induce us to sully our page with the title of the disgusting thing, whom we compliment with the name of that profession, graced by such worthies as Yankee Sullivan, Poole, Morrison and Baker. We are painfully aware of our inability to meet the expectations of those disgraced by his acquaintance, or to give the others an idea of the perfection which a suitable nature and assiduous practice can give to meanness. It requires no acumen to analyze his character (save the world !) and we claim no credit for our sketch except nerve for treating the patient, from whose revolting gangrene, others recoil.
We can find no incident in his career, which, by any laxity of analysis, could be referred to a moral nature. In all that sickening waste of pollution and treachery, there is not an oasis. His intellect, we are persuaded, can be discovered only in his book shelves—packed away in worm-eaten volumes, brought to light only when some Fourth of July oration or some Millenarian Essay is to be inflicted on the world.— These exhibitions of literary fossils, if we may judge from late indications, promise to be encouragingly less in the future. Without detriment to the world and with much profit to himself and descendents (we trust they may be few,) our adventurer might, in the seclusion of his garret—if he insists on tainting the pure air of Hanover with his presence—give himself up to lamentation over the ingratitude of the republic of letters.
If any profound Junior, fresh from the confabs of Socrates, or the crotchets of intangible Clement, fancies he sees in those pompously delivered quotation lectures, symptoms of thought, or anything but incongruous crudities, let him comply at once with our affectionate advice—return, prodigal like, to his paternal stubble fields, and in the harmless recreations of the plow-boy forget his thoughtless attempt to cram his empty brains with the husks of literary life. We must loiter no longer on such trifles. Whoever writes the biography of Bully, must treat of Bully the animal, not an educated, cultivated animal, but one moved by the lowest, most grovelling instincts of the brute.
We need not call the attention of strangers to his unwieldy, bloated form, as it moves majestically as a Megalonyx along the street, or lurks about the public places in quest of victims ; for no one cursed with eyes and nostrels could fail to be aware of his proximity. But like other beasts of prey, his element is darkness, the reason of which, our sagacious Prex is expected to unravel one of these mornings in a Chapel monologue.
Never, save in the arms of some degraded prostitute, rendered more shameless by generous potations of his choice Cogniac, or mediating amorous feats in bygone days and planning new ones for the future, is he so happy, as when prowling, late in the suspicious hours, about in the shades of the North Building, hoping to overhear some unguarded expression, that, distorted by his lying lips, shall in the weekly conclave of spies and inquisitors, furnish proof positive against whomsoever has fallen under the ban of Faculty hatred. No rusticity so primitive or blindness so prefect that it can fail to see in his sensual physiognomy, traits that in other days would have endeared him to a Nero or Caligula, but now are necessary to a cowardly, contemptible College eaves-dropper. Were we to select from the inferior orders of creation, those unfortunate animals to whom his resemblance is most striking, we should have no hesitation in choosing the strutting turkey cock, and a little animal of various spots and colors “ which well we know but dare not name.” The vanity and conceit of the one, with the peculiarities and offensiveness of the other, form no mean illustration of Bully. But our subject grows upon us, and if we were to speak of all the points in our theme which need a thorough probing, we should need another year at Dartmouth. But gladly we leave him, and in conclusion submit that, in verdant simplicity, he is not surpassed by the childish Peanuts ; in pedantry and ridiculous hauteur he is even with the inimitable Sammy ; in superciliousness and contempt for the students, inferior only to the mystical Clement ; in bigotry, stubbornness and drivelling imbecility leaves our superannuated Prex far in the back ground. TUTOR FIELD.
Multum in Parvo.
It has never been our good fortune until this year to obtain a suitable portrait of our justly and highly celebrated Greek Professor. It would be ungenerious in us in this connexion, not to make mention of some f those remarkable characteristics which render him so renowned in the physical, moral and intellectual world. His lineage is not certainly known—the most reliable authority is that he was produced by inserting the old digamma into the genitive of a feminine Greek noun. We see nothing in his features or personal appearance to justify such a conclusion, but his peculiar condition of mind, his habits of thought and conversation will fully warrant genealogists in ascribing to him this pedigree. He is, take him all in all, one of the most sleek, graceful, feminine professors that ever adorned a College. His humble, lamb-like disposition ; his Grecian forehead arched with raven locks ; his smooth, beardless, delicate cheek, all invite an affectionate kiss and woo a warm embrace. But woe to that woman whose husband he is. We fear no little Eneas will ever sport in their hall or assist their declining years. We have noticed of late that this professor is assuming a somewhat unnatural, coquettish demeanor, a sort of dignified, supercilious air, more so than is necessary or beneficial to a physical frame, developed on so diminutive a scale as his. This change at first might seem remarkable and unaccountable, but the reason of it is easily manifest when we remember that in these “ latter days ” he has received a LEGACY of about 20,000 dollars. When he has handled over the LEGACY and become a little accustomed to it, we hope he will return to his former graceful and winning manners, resume his former meekness and modesty. If this should not be the case we shall deem it necessary in our next publication to re-write his biography and perhaps prescribe a certain regimen whereby he may gain his normal and appropriate condition. Meanwhile we commend him to a careful observation of the habits and manners of the students as a model worthy of imitation, and especially do we commend him to the tender mercy and gentle embrace of his loving affectionate “ better half,”—Sarah.
The Dartmouth OEstrus.
Dartmouth College, July, 1856.
“ I aint dead yet.”
IT is truly a great thing to be alive in these latter days ; these days of agitation. We believe in agitation ; we believe it is a “ divine institution ”—the only condition and guarantee of physical or moral purity. And we believe it will continue to exert its power so long as physical and moral laws operates—the Faculty of Dartmouth College and the whole host of their emissaries, Trustees, “ Faculty dogs ” and all, to the contrary notwithstanding. In fact, we believe it is a sort of “ higher law,” or rather a force above and superior to all law.— The winds and the storms obey its will and do its office. And the OEstrus, as the dutiful servant of this supreme power, makes his annual advent to Hanover, “ at a certain season,” like the troubling angel at the pool, to agitate the old sesspool of society in and about the College, to prevent stagnation, miasma and death.
Our object then in general, is moral reform ; in particular, the moral improvement of the College, (i. e.) our tale bears something in it designed rather to point a moral than to adorn a tail ; though with the Psalmist (a reformer of the “ old school,”) we own, “ we spend our years as a tale that is told.” We have no ambition, however, to merit the title of “ talebearer” in the sense of the “ wise man ” (another reformer of the same school) when he said “ the words of the tale-bearer are as wounds,” and again, “ where there is no tale-bearer the strife ceaseth,” and yet we must admit that in their operation and effects our messages are strikingly analogues. But we think a stronger analogy discoverable, both in the nature of our communication and the people to whom they are sent, between the OEstrus and Samson’s foxes, which it will be recollected were tail-bearers of fire-brands (emblems of our purifying and refining qualities) to the “ wicked and perverse generation ” of Philistines. But farther than this, we think the analogy will not hold this year inasmuch as those old foxes did seem sadly deficient in the faculty of shrewdness and cunning, when they allowed the strong man to take them in. This case has its parallel in our getting taken in last year by the Faculty, (those modern Samsons,) a thing we can never forget and will never forgive, till we have had the “ ample ” vengeance which our “ generous ” nature demands.
But being no “ bird,” but an insect only, and no relation to the “ American Eagle,” as our boyish, gassy, idiotic southern mongrel editor of last year asserted, it is not in our nature to “ soar aloft ” with boasting, still we can feel that if ever a missionary of the truth to the Cannibals could boast any slight instrumentality in the way of improving the moral condition of a benighted race and warning them to “ flee from the wrath to come,” then could we boast freely and with good grace, in view of the glorious results of our last year’s mission. And here another remarkable analogy suggests itself, between our last appearance in Hanover and that of the Gospel Herald in the Cannibal isles, both in the character of the place, the nature of our mission, and particularly in the reception we met with. At our very arrival, it seemed the damning design of the Faculty, who set themselves up as the great moral censors of this community, to “ crash out ” the very life’s blood from our philanthropic heart. And at it they went—blood-thirsty wretches—with all the rancorous, Cannibal malace of the apostate damned, and by the aid of all their former “ dogs ” and through calling into their pack another Smalley’d dog of the towney species ; and striking with their hellish howl upon the track of certain pseudo-“ Member of the Theological Society ” who enlisted in our mission (preparatory no doubt to his future missionary labors among his countrymen—the Authropophagi) and who always leaves a trail of slime wherever he goes, blasting and withering every living thing ; they (the Faculty) succeeded in ferreting out the last supporters of our blessed cause, and forced them to renounce their profession, “ deny the faith once delivered to the pups,” and thus lose the immortal honor of a martyr’s death and a Christian grave and memory.
Thus we have accomplished at least, three very necessary objects to the future success of our mission in this lower world. First, we have ourselves learned wisdom by experience ; second, we have agitated pretty thoroughly to the very settings, the old sentina in which the Faculty wallow and root, whereby we have got the old Fogy rust pretty well off, and taken the egoism pretty much out of the bloated individuals, thus rendering them in some degree, succeptable of moral impressions and influences ; and third, we have at the same time furnished an eternal warning to all “ pups,” who can’t hold their water—yelp and tell tales when the faculty tread on their tails—never more to have anything to do with the insect in the way of corresponding with us. The management of our affairs will hereafter be no more entrusted to “ pups.” The old hounds themselves have concluded to “ wade in” and raise us above the muddy current of “ popular commotion” and indignation, in which the Faculty have vainly tried to submerge us, for about the space of a year past, and restore us to our former “ standing” among the literary and religious journals of the country—bound to see no good cause languish or fail, and ready and willing to take the responsibility.
And thus, under the present circumstances, in view of what we have effected in the past and of our prospect for the future, it does really afford the OEstrus superlative pleasure, to be able to announce to the inframundane boats about the College, in the language of a great Alumnus of the institution, “ I aint dead yet.”— Though this community has been scene of a deal of “ commotion” on our behalf during our last years sojourn here ; yet in the language of bombastic Bully, the bloated relative and every day eulogist “ has breasted the surge of popular commotion,” like a rock in mild ocean, till those crested having spent their fury, would bow and worship before him.” But But we don’t accept the worship. We “ beg leave to demur.” We need not, nor are we to be appeased by the sacrifice of Bullies, nor goats, nor rams, however Brown they may be done up. Our mission is not yet complete. Public and individual perfidy and meanness stand out still at the College, like leprosy. Scarlet vice and bloated hypocrisy still crawling in every street, sneaking at every corner at night, and lurking under every shade tree at noon-day ; information spies, delators and all that odious tribe that breed in the propitious sunshine of Faculty favor, swaming in every College Building, and nestling on every on every hearth ready to suck the blood of the unfortunate, and creep into the bosom of sleeping innocence, only to awake it with a burning wound ; Kentuckyans even daring to bloat and “ swell and strut with human pride to show their littleness” in the “valley of Peace & Qniet (Dart. Hall,) ; revolvers and portwine presiding in the “ Social Friends ;” the Faculty compromising their mock dignity and authority for the meager satisfaction of knowing the authors of a Dartmouth OEstrus, and seniors, selling their manhood, their individuality for the mercy of a tyrannical, enraged, OEstrus-stung Faculty and a few rotten shares in the last OEstrus Co. at 99 1-2 percent. bellow par and no dividends.
And what marvel at this state of things ? in fact, what else could be expected among students or towneys and all concerned, than just such corruption, infamy, deterioration and baseness, while the divine head of the college,
“ Curse on his perjur’d arts ! dissembling smooth. ”
is forever pouring into their ears, from his black chapel throne, and from church and vestry pulpit, his “ leprous distilment,” of “ total depravity and human degeneracy ;” with his morning showers of “ coldwater;” proclaiming “ propriety” as the first and only virtue; and putting morality second and a mere matter of taste.
Such is the character of the place where the scene of our labors is laid; such the people to whom our high mission of charity extends ; such the state of society (fouler than the Augean Stables) which the OEstrus has undertaken to purge by diverting the course of its moral and religious influence through this community, as Hercules purged the Stables at Elis by turning the course of a river through them.
We are not unmindful, meanwhile of the difficulty of the task we have undertaken. We are fully aware that we shall awaken and rouse into action all the base and malignant passions of the furious “ Faculty-dogs” that lie and howl about the College, as a sort of stuff, to aid the Faculty in “ their lazy dignities,” in maintaining their tyranny sway, and in executing their despot wills ; and at the same time we know we shall agitate and irritate the violent Cerberuses that guard the infernal portals of the seared consciences of the Faculty themselves. But growl and snarl and snap, as these watch-curs may, we shall still claim the right, the privilege to examine the public conduct and criticise the private behavior of the personage indicated, with that perfect freedom and independence which should characterize every member of this dog-hole institution, and above all, every one who has been made a victim of dog-hearted abuse by its dog-matic board of officers. Wherever we discover meanness, we shall expose it to the contempt and loathing of all decent men; where we encounter audacity, we shall maul it brazen head and “ level” it in the dust; and where we detect corruption we shall run our “ piercing sting” info its putrescent carcass, up to the very hilt.
And, to conclude, the OEstrus would advise the Faculty of Dart. Coll. just to “ dry up.” You have knocked round here pretty smart ‘tis true, for the last year; kicked up considerable dust ; created a great “ tempestas in matula,” and finally succeeded in frightening a few chicken-hearted chivalrous boys, whose “ mammas didn’t know they were out;” and have been consoling yourselves doubtless for the last few weeks at least, with the reflection in the grandeur of your power that you had “ conquered a peace,” and that you could hereafter sit and bloat under the College maples and elms, with not even an insect “ to molest or make you afraid.” Thou fools! Do not ye “ yourselves know perfectly, that when ye shall say peace and safety, then sudden destruction cometh as a theif in the night.” And you might just as well be resigned to your faith and “ let it come.” The OEstrus, notwithstanding the shameful treatment received at your hands during the last year, has not abated a whit of interest in your temporal and eternal, physical and spiritual well-being—and will continue to make its annual visit to this place about Commencement time anyhow, having ever your good nearest its heart, and your vile characters at the point of its sting.
“ Your popularity’s on the decline,
You had your triumph now I’ll have mine.”
Þ We are sorry to be compelled to say to our patrons that we have not room in our present number, to give them our full Portrait Gallery of the Dartmouth Faculty. We have fine portraits and the biographies of them all; and we assure these worthies and the public that in our next issue, we shall be able to complete in our next issue, we shall be able to complete our design, so that no member of the Faculty shall have cause to charge us with partially, nor “ the world and the rest of mankind” be long deprived of the pleasure and profit of seeing likenesses and of reading biographies of those distinguished personages so happily characterized in other parts of our columns. Readers, just be patient.
These are men who are mean by nature ; others there are, who are so by practice. Of the latte class is the Faculty of Dart. Coll. We say this with a full knowledge of that Lordly, contemptible, conceited body. Their chief effort is to prostitute ever lofty and generous impulse of the soul; to stifle every social feeling ; to blunt and deaden the intellectual facilities ; to blot out every spark of manliness ; and to mould the minds of Dart. Students into just such a gloomy, conceited shape as their own. But let a student enter these Halls whose bearing indicates that their threats have no terror for him ; let it appear that they cannot work their work of desolation upon his mind and from that moment he is doomed ; henceforth, this Faculty have applied the whole energy of their mighty minds to ascertain the Editorial corps of the last OEstrus—and effort of a few boys, several of whom performed their parts so poorly, and left their trails so distinct that anything but a bat or an owl could trace it. But this alert Faculty could not see it. They worried much and long. They made threats, offered rewards, lyingly boasted they knew all about the matter. Yet with all their labor they could not find out the authors of that sheet, and never would have detected them had not the cowardice of some of the editorial corps themselves, unfolded to the Faculty what they had no the sagacity to discover. But what with their wit, though chiefly through the cowardice of some of these boys this Faculty did succeed after almost a year in finding those who would own the authorship of that publication. But were they satisfied with this? Did this appease the Faculty? No ! They wanted a victim ! Their malice could not be sated without a victim, upon whom to exert their power—a power not their own, neither a gift of God, but conferred on them by those who have under their supervision the moral and literary prosperity of Dart. Coll.—a power of ostracizing from the College whomsoever they will.— They found a victim. They exercised their power, and then gloated over him with all the hellish pride of devils over their damned.
We hope what we have written shall tend to correct the abuses which the Faculty make of this power. If in this we are disappointed we shall write again. And we tell the Faculty to dispatch Bully to examine the type of all the different printing presses in the world ; to set the celestial Sammy, with an intellect as clear as mud, to analyzing the different styles of composition ; to bring the astute and profound theological science of Peanuts to the examination of the moral sentiment and “ internal evidences ;” to put Galvanized Corpse to applying the rules of logical sequence ; and in fine let bloated Ira describe the resultant of all these forces, reclining in our easy chair we shall exclaim—want to know if ye do !
The Alpha Delta Phi Society.
We regret the want of space to present our patrons with a pictorial illustration of this conglomeration of refuse humanity, furnished us by the incomparable artist, Lord, as it appeared to his “ drunkoscopic ” vision on the night when he and the great “ unfledged ” broke into their hall. But we cannot deprive our subscribers of the pleasure of reading the lines so happily descriptive of this secret lodge, which these eye-witnesses so aptly appended to their picture.
“ Ae day, as Death, that grousome carl,
Was drivin’ to the tither warl,
A mixtie-maxtie motley squad,
And monie a guilt bespotted lad ;
Black gowns of each denomination,
And thieves of every rank and station,
From him that wears the star and garter,
To him that wintles in a halter ;
Asham’d himself to see the wretches,
He mutters, glowring at the b—es,
‘ Ay G—, I’ll not be seen behint them,
Nor ‘mang the sp’ritual corps present them,
Without, at least, ae honest man,
To grace this damn’d infernal clan.”
The season for parties has arrived—strawberries rotton ripe. Prof. Bully opened these annual Faculty displays with his usual pomp and splendor, and about his annual number of SELECTED GUESTS among whom were severaol Sophs and Freshies, and of the graduating class Great Wise Bartlett, John Langdon Parker, the pious idiot ; Metaphysical Ferris and Azro Dyer. The latter gentleman we learn was invited for the purpose of introducing “ plantation manners ” into Bully’s family.
This entertainment was succeeded by Sammy’s yearly treat, completely taking the rag off—exhibiting a much greater variety of household furniture in the line of brats and curs, and furnishing MUCH GREATER ATTRACTION for the ladies.— Dyer and his “ divine chum,” Ferris, counted out, on this occasion.
“ Kimball’s Reform Press” has just issued from the pen of Wadsworth of Class of ’59, a new “ Elementary Treatise on Algebra,” designed especially for the use of Freshmen, and intended to succeed the admi able work of Chase, comprising a complete analysis of the principles of the science together with a preface and an introductory essay on the inductive method of teaching the mathematics by our rubicund Tutor, successor to Prof. Chase both in the family and College. We predict for this work a hard run.
5000 Copies of “ Letters by a Northern Presbyter,” as passports, for the use of Free State emigrants through Missouri to Kansas Territory.
BOSTWICK, Ag’t Em. Aid So.
Prex. delivered himself of his two hours long Bachalaurate wail to the “ degenerate” Class of ’56, last Sunday afternoon, for the nine and twentieth time. It was a great effort ; we hoped and could but think he felt it might be his last. The venerable individual sweat like a Trojan.
The long expected dual between the Rev. J. Newton and Pig A. Thompson will not come off—the city authorities now holding the parties under arrest till after Commencement. The public must wait another day the pleasure of seeing one or both of them shot.
Þ We trust the Faculty have learned ere this the different between EARNEST and SPORT. “ What ye laughing at?”
We noticed in one of the Lottery Journals an account of a remarkable prize fight to come off between two celebrated pugalists, Frank B. Lord and Leverett Slimy Chase. This fight was to take place in the public highway about 30 rods Easterly from Norwich Ferry. The referees appointed were Lyman Hinkley and Azro Dyer. The conditions of the game were, that no weapons should be used except those that were purely oriental. Chase was to have the first round, Lord the second and so on alternatively until one or both were exhausted. Stakes 12 1-2 cents per round.— This gladiatorial exhibition was to take place in the year of our Lord 63, July 4th, at 11 o’clock, P. M. As there has been a kind of general misunderstanding as to the reason why this exhibition did not take place at the appointed time, we wish to state briefly what we believe to be the true cause. All well know who are acquainted with him that Lord is a mere theoretical fighter, and this is all his warmest friends claim for him. Having an extremely quick and versatile turn of mind he sometimes succeeds in coming a sort of bluff game, (in which he considers himself remarkably proficient,) by a kind of lewd and swaggering braggardism ; but he told us privately that when he saw the brawny giant-like form of his antagonist, his eye flashing with vengeance, his mud-hooks as large as battering-rams, his courage failed him, and his heart almost ceased to beat. We hope that time will not prove him a mere bragadocio, but that he will retrieve himself by challenging Slimy a second time. We have our fears. “ The ways of the Lord are past finding out.”
We are accustomed to associate the named of Judas Iscariot and Benedict Arnold with every infamous and mean thing. It is with extreme regret and shame that we announce to the world, that we have among us, here at the College, a man whose name will be justly handed down to posterity in the same channel and connection with these vilest names of history. The mother learns her babe to lisp the word traitor and the name Arnold in the same scornful breath. And so will the Senior teach the Freshman to use the name of Leverett M. Chase. Let it be remembered that Judas betrayed his Master for thirty pieces of silver, and that Leverett M. Chase betrayed his comrads for a Diploma. And Oh, Chase, thou second Judas, as thy great exemplar “ cast down the pieces of silver in the temple, and departed, and went and hanged himself,” so do thou, on the day of graduation, cast down thy Diploma in the “ Old Iron Works,” and “ Go and do likewise” ; and may the Lord have mercy on your soul. Remember that Arnold died a begger in the streets of London, despised and kicked by the very men who enticed him to betray his country.— And ask thyself whether those very men to whom you betrayed your associates, would not after all, if they saw you “ sick or in prison,” say “ Let him die, let the world be rid of the traitor, let him be buried in mid ocean with no place to mark where he lies.” But woe to the ship that by chance should sail above his carcass, for the filth and slime arising therefrom would rot her timbers and poison her men. As the pedestrian avoids a worm, so does the student avoid this traitor. Why were seats in Chapel and resitation room vacated at your return into your class, as the seats in the Roman Senate were at the approach of another brother traitor. As the sight of nastiness makes one feel dirty, so does the sight of this Dartmouth Judas make a student feel mean. There is said to be such a thing as “ Honor among thieves,” but Chase does not possess even this kind of honor. He belongs to no race of men we have seen, but we think approaches nearest to the Ethiopian of any ; and it was to them we suppose he refered when he said “ My friends will do me justice.” The only way for this “ Reed Hall” xponent of meanness to escape the opprobrium which justly attaches to him, is to subside into his native littleness, too insignificant to be noticed even with a kick.
See the humbled, much injured senior, coming the penitent thief, on bended knees before the Prex. Hear him shrick “ in accents wild”
“ Oh pity Lord, Oh, Lord Forgive.”
And thus he receives pardon and free forgiveness in the name of the Lord, for an act he tried to lie himself innocent of for six months.
Reader you should see the living original from which the engraving above is taken ; you should set eyes for once on this abortion, who tries to imitate Webster and Prof. Bully ; take notice of him, and let him be a warning to all who know him. Let all people know that if they follow in his infamous track, their names, like his, will become a by-word and a reproach. It is fitting that such scoundrels, as this Chase, should be held up to the public gaze, so that people may see how contemptible they are, and how base their position is, and thus learn to shun their dirty ways.
And now, in conclusion, we would say to Mr. Chase, as soon as you get your Diploma, which you purchased by betrayal of those who put their trust in you, go off alone, (if you can’t possibly conclude to follow the example of your old prototype, and hang yourself,) upon the broad prairie, where there will be no one to point a finger at you in scorn and loathing, and say “ Thou art the man,”—the traitor ; or go and dwell among the Maylays, where treachery is a virtue, and to stab a neighbor in the dark is counted courageous. There truly you would quick gain a reputation, for you can already out do them all at that business. But wherever you go, for God’s sake, and for the sake of old Dartmouth, don’t tell where you came from. Had the founders of this College ever mistrusted that she would ever graduate one such villain as you, they would have suffered their right hands to wither before they would have moved a finger to build her. Had your classmates suspected that such a monster as you was to be of their number, they would have entered other colleges. Had your mother supposed such a beast as you would have been the result of her marriage, she would have lived and died in single blessedness. Our last request to you is, that you take off that blue coat, for there are other persons who would like to wear one, but so long as you wear that, never will ; for a monkey dressed up in Webster’s old cloths, and placed beside you, would deceive all the world as to which was Chase, and we believe you yourself would be in doubt. And at any rate before you go on the stage at commencement, before the assembled multitude, to take your Diploma—“ the reward of your iniquity,”—just pull up those shoes and stockings as to hide those long heels, and comb that “ fine thin hair,” so as to hide in part at least, those long ears, and we will try and be content with out last look at you, on the last day of July, and trust in God we shall never see your like again. “ Depart ye cursed.”
We understand there “ still live” “four marriagable daughters,” at Woodwards. God bless ‘em.
Our readers will remember with shame and humiliations the remarkable puerility of the editorial in the last year’s issue of the OEstrus—bombastic, flat, weak and pointless ; altogether characteristic of the conceited, vapid, consumptive, obtuse representative of SOUTHERN plantation VICES, who gave it birth. But what else could be expected of a “ degenerating,” hot-bed exotic, away up here in the cold, stern northern clime. He was absolutely out of his element ; “ could’nt see the point and so run everything into the ground,” himself with the rest. How in the name of decency and common sense, he was ever admitted to our editorial ranks, the Lord only knows. But every one here knows how he got out of the scrape; we fear, however , our readers abroad do not fully understand it. Behold, then, the great Azro Dyer returning to Hanover last term, from his “ Kentucky home,” worn and weary, like a Mussulman on a pilgrimage ; lean and limber after a winter’s revel with his father’s wenches—blood of his own blood and flesh of his flesh ; looking cadaverous and silly ; spitting blood and tobacco juice ; his head wagging like the tail of a certain snipish bird—dweller in swamps and other low places ; with a revolver in one pocket, a bottle of port wine in another, half of whose contents are down his throat ; for the purpose of keeping up beastly courage enough to commit two of the most humiliating, mean, disgraceful acts to which any student of Dartmouth ever condescended and to which no one but a base dealer in human souls—a southern worshipper of the Lordly, northern advocate of southern slavery could ever condescend—viz, to preside, after an illegal election, at barely one meeting of the “ Social Friends;” and own up to the Faculty that he was the author of the most supercilious, unmeaning, boastful, assuming, frothy, windy piece of English composition we recollect ever to have seen in print—the last editorial of the Dartmouth OEstrus ; and not only to own it, but make oath to it. We are told that the Prex thought the piece, before he knew its inventor, so boyish, vague and indefinite as hardly to deserve an author ; and was almost disposed to require no confession on it, when he recollected how devout a worshipper the boy Azro had always been ; when he recalled the sage remark of Bully to the effect that “the southern bloat was the smartest boy in the dilapidated Class of ’56 ;” and when he further called to mind how “ hugely ” the “ stupendous humbag “ had enjoyed himself with Hubbard’s Nuns and in the family of Prof. Daniel James Noyes, his junior winter, while, as yet his mammoth mind was pregnant with prodigious specimen of southern genius and editorial ability. We could conjecture it was quite a fall for Kentucky chivalry,—this caving in and bowing down on emancipated marrow-bones, before the Lordly exponent of “ total depravity ” and northern dough, did we not know that these southern bastards were already base and grovelling enough to do any compatible thing.
Mr. Portwine and Pistols, you made a great spread, didn’t you? You commence by saying,
“ By hook or crook we’ll lay all lever,
The Gods averse, we’ll raise the devil.”
You certainly did “ lay all level,” yourself with the lot ; you did “raise the devil ” (with yourself) ; you say “ some things may be done as well as others.” We admit it ; but the question is whether you can do them “ as well as others.” You say, “ and why not ?” Because you don’t know enough. You say, “ opinion is free.” So it is ; and our opinion of you is, that you are the most consummate ASS we ever knew. You speak of “ a bird of piercing sting.” If you could call is such then, what can you call it now? Not only has it stung you, but it has flown against you and knocked you down and “ southern chivalry” lies wallowing in the mud.— Ah ! you made a sad mistake when you took stock in the OEstrus. The speculation ruined you. Hereafter don’t embark in an enterprise you cannot carry through. Don’t feel too confident of success. Don’t think yourself a man before you get to be a respectable sized boy. We will not follow you through your weak article. We will forbear to notice your smart sayings about ladies’ dresses, &c., and simply say, that Mr.—— might have passed through life with a great reputation as a sportsman, had he never attempted to fire a gun. So you might have kept yours as an author, had you only known enough to keep your pen away from paper.
As for your passing for a gentleman, that is not in the nature of things. You might as well try to pass a strumpet for a lady. Our hope is, that you will learn a lesson from your dabbling with the OEstrus, and that is, never again try to do anything in this part of the world. New Hampshire is not your sphere. Plantation styles don’t take here. You never tried to do anything here in which you have not failed, save perhaps to come the “ double shuffle,” in imitation of some Kentucky cuffy. And if you can’t do a thing well, let it alone. You were not half made yourself, to be dying of the consumption before you are out of your time, and how can you hope to make anything. You are nothing but a slave-driving machine, and a poor one at that. You have played the fool through your College courses and it is time you knew it. And we would suggest, that when you get your diploma which you purchased by owning yourself a fool, that you freight some “ ship of fools,” and exile yourself to some lone, barren isle, where for the brief, remnant of your consumptive days, you can “ play the FOOL alone, without a rival,” and thus let us see on the almost endless string of your black deeds, at least one white one. Of you, we now take our leave, and when we leave Old Dartmouth and go each to a different way, it is our desire, without bidding you any other goodbye, to leave you forever.
There will be a grand balloon ascension in this city, on Thursday, immediately after the Commencement Exercises. This ascension will take place directly in rear of Hubbard Hall, as it will afford the ladies a fine opportunity to witness the spectacle from the windows and alcoves of this spacious buildings, and under the direction of the distinguished aeronaut, Pig A. Thompson of Dover, formerly of Scotland. Mr. Thompson informs us that he has been so lucky as to secure the services of the world renowned gas generator—Tam Perkins of the Junior Class, together with the assistance of Senior Ferris, and Fanny Fletcher of the Sophomore Class. Mr. Thompson will make this ascension in company with his lady love, Madam Bruce, and as they wish to occupy the inner apartment alone, Perkins and Fletcher will be suspended beneath by two tow strings, Fletcher on the side that Madam B. is supposed to occupy, since the gass which he generates is not adapted to move the other sex. Owing to the pernicious effects which the “ metaphysical” clouds of the upper regions have upon his gas pipes, Ferris informs us he shall not be able to ascend. He says that sometimes his machine has clogged up so completely that he really felt there was danger of explosion. When they have ascended a sufficient height, Perkins will say to the balloon as the Almighty said to the sea—“ thus far shalt thou go and no farther.” It is doubted by some whether their specific gravity will permit them to descend again. We hope it will, for their loss would be sad misfortune to the world. We trust this scene will call forth a large crowed, as it will be the most interesting performance on the occasion, unless we except the exhibition of the graduating class, in Hubbard Hall, on the forenoon of the same day.
Great excitement! Hunker Bean Pole raised at last—thirty one persons present, crowd addressed by members of the “ Concord Clique,” whose names we did no learn.
Nehemiah Adams was a priest from Massachusetts who studied at Harvard and later at the Theological Seminary of Andover, and who, like President Lord (to whom the nickname “Nathan Bouton” presumably applies), advocated in favor of slavery in a publication named “A South-Side View of Slavery.”
 Azro Dyer (1836-1922, D Class of 1856, LL B Louisville Law School, 1858) was a superior court judge of Vandenburgh County, Indiana. Both him and Leverett Chase seemed to have exposed many members of The OEstrus under the threat of expulsion. Hence, the lion share of this volume (which was probably the last one published) is dedicated to criticizing some former staff members of the OEstrus. Because Dyer was originally from Kentucky, the writers of the OEstrus consider him a Southerner, the worst malediction in their lexicon.
 Leverett Milton Chase (1832-1901, D Class of 1856; AM) was the president of the College Social Friends Society and the president Kappa Kappa Kappa fraternity. After graduation he was a teacher and a school principle in Massachusetts. Apparently, he was the first former member of The OEstrus to “spill the beans.”
 This may refer to either Edward Francis Barnard (1836-1863, D Class of 1856), a lawyer; or William Edward Barnard (1833-1910, D Class of 1956) who was the president of the University of Washington Territory in Seattle, Puget Sound, and a businessman thereafter.
 Carlisle Joyslin Gleason (1831-1896, D Class of 1856), was a lawyer and a businessman.
 John Kimball (1831-1897, D Class of 1856; Union Theological Seminary, 1859) was a member of the Theological Society, who probably wrote the column about the library and the observatory published in The OEstrus No. 3. This column presumably led to the exposure of the OEstrus staff members. Kimbell was a preacher and so he never settled in one particular location. This was probably a joke at his expense.
 The quote is by Sir Joshua Reynolds, an English painter who specialized in portraits.
 Phrenology was a popular pseudo-science during the 19th and early 20th century. It was based on the assumption that the shape of one’s skull could be used to interpret his/her personality traits and characters. The tone of the writers of The OEstrus is somewhat ambiguous here, and it is not clear whether they used it to mock president Lord, or whether they also though that this “science” was flawed.
 The pseudo-science of the form and characters of the skull.
 Latin: “let us LIVE while we live.”
 Mind you, this was written 32 years before “Twilight of the Idols,” and in a college town in rural New England!
 Probably Professor Edwin David Sanborn (see OEstrus No.1).
 Again, this seems an allusion to his infidelity (see OEstrus No. 2).
 A giant ground-dwelling sloth.
 Latin: “much in little.” This piece refers to Professor of Greek Language John Putnam, whom the writers of the OEstrus mock for being young and presumably “feminine” (see OEstrus No. 1).
 In Roman mythology, Aeneas was the son of prince Anchises and Venus, who fought the Trojan War. After the war, he embarked upon an epic journey and eventually formed the city of Rome.
 In the Book of Judges, Samson, a member of the Tribe of Dan (probably a Philistine tribe that converted to Judaism), tied torches to the tails of a hundred foxes, and set them out to burn the fields of the Philistines.
 Azro Dyer (see above).
 In Greek mythology Anthropophage was a mythical race of cannibals described by the Greek historian Herodotus, used here possibly as a reference to Southerners.
 Probably Leverett Chase, to whom the writers of this number of the OEstrus keep referring as “slimy.”
 Probably an allusion to Daniel Webster (see OEStrus No. 3).
 In Greek mythology, the Aegean Stables was one of the impossible missions Hercules had to fulfill.
 In Greek mythology, Cerberus was the three headed dog that guarded the entrance to the underworld.
 Latin: “storms in a vessel,” similar to “a storm in a teacup.”
 George Washington Bartlett (1835-1873, D Class of 1856), was a lawyer, served three years as a first lieutenant in the 27th Mass Volunteers Regiment during the Civil War. The nickname “Great Wise” stands for G.W.; Henry Langdon Parker (1832-1910, D Class of 1856), became a lawyer in Worchester, Mass.; Leonard Zenas Ferris (1934-1910, D Class of 1856), became a minister, during the Civil War was a member of the Christian Commission (a Civil War equivalent of the Red Cross, which passed information about prisoners from both sides), and resumed his ministry work thereafter.
 This refers, again, to John Kimball (see above). Interestingly, Kimball would go on to became the superintendent of education in the Freedman Bureau, and later a member of the first religious paper in San Francisco, “The Pacific.”
 Another reference to Chase’s “Mathematics” (see OEstrus No. 1).
 This, of course, is an allusion to the pre-Civil War argument over the admission of the Territory of Kansas as a free state, which culminated with a series of border disputes between Free Staters and Slave Staters known as Bleeding Kansas. “Letters of a Northern Presbyter” refers to Lord’s “A Letter of Inquiry to the Ministers of the Gospel of All Denominations, on Slavery” (see OEstrus No. 3).
 Francis Brown Lord (1833-1873, D Class of 1856), one of President Lord’s sons (see OEstrus No.3). During the Civil War he served as a major in several different Union regiments, and saw action once, during “Morgan’s Raid.” After the War, he worked for the railroad and owned shares in several different businesses, until he died of unknown causes; Leverett M. Chase (see above).
 Lyman Gillett Hinckley (1832-1887, D Class of 1856), became a lawyer, was the lieutenant governor of Vermont between 1874 and 1875, and a businessman.
 President Nathan Lord was born on Nov. 28th, 1792. He was therefore 63 by July, 1856.
 An allusion to rape and masturbation.
 James Duncan Thompson (1831-1903, D Class of 1856), was born in Scotland, prepared on his own for college and passed the entrance exams (a very unique achievement at the time). He later became a lawyer and a member of the Board of Examiners of Dartmouth.
 Edwin Ruthven Perking (1833-1915, D Class of 1957; LL D Case Western Reserve, 1906), following graduation he became a school principal and later a bank commissioner in Cleveland, Ohio, and a trustee of Case Western Reserve University; Leonard Zenas Ferris (see above); Frank Hopkins Fletcher (see OEstrus No. 3).