Meeting." The narrative ends: "Early on Monday morning the President set out from hence for the Eastern States."

For the Pageant the ceremonies of the day are presented as taking place on the Green, east of Temple Street. The President, having left his lodgings with the military escort, enters from the corner of Church and Chapel Streets by the road that then crossed the Green diagonally to the corner of College and Elm Streets.

Summoned by the joyous ringing of church bells, the citizens in great numbers and in holiday attire are gathered to greet him. The undergraduates of Yale College, who have come back for the occasion in advance of the opening of the college year, are present on the scene wearing their caps and gowns, and with them are the candidates for admission. The flag of the new nation is everywhere displayed with the banner of the new State of Connecticut. Triumphal arches adorned with branches of brilliant autumnal foliage have been erected, and, as the President approaches, his pathway under the arches is strewn with garlands by gaily dressed maidens.

His approach is heralded by the firing of the presidential salute, and he is received with every mark of honor and affection and a universal outburst of patriotic fervor. His guard of honor is the Second Company of Governor's Foot Guards, under the command of Captain William Lyon, and is preceded by its drum and fife corps playing martial music. The President enters, in civilian dress, on a white horse, accompanied by his secretaries and attended by the Governor of the State, in civilian dress, and the Governor's staff, in appropriate uniforms; all on horseback. On halting, after passing through the triumphal arches, the President is met by the Lieutenant-Governor, Oliver Wolcott, the Speaker of the House of Representatives, Pierpoint Edwards, the State Treasurer, Jedidiah Huntington, and the Committee of the Legislature, on whose behalf Mr. James Davenport, Clerk of the House of Representatives, and Mr. George Wyllys, Secretary of the

Upper House, present the address of welcome from the Legislature, which the President receives and to which he makes a reply, amid great applause.

Another address is presented by President Stiles of the College, specially representing a group of six Congregational ministers, who, with the students, are gathered about him. To this address also the President replies. Following renewed applause, the students sing "Gaudeamus," and the scene becomes one of unbounded enthusiasm, the students leading in cheers for the President.

After the brief ceremonies are over, the martial music strikes up again, and the President, with the Governor and his staff and the guard of honor, proceeds across the Green, acknowledging with evident appreciation the continuous greetings of the assembled citizens. The students separate and form a lane through which the procession passes, and then, closing their ranks, follow as an escort, cheering and waving flags.

President Stiles and the ministers depart toward the College; the officers of the General Assembly and the members of the Legislative Committee retire, and the citizens disperse in different directions with demonstrations of continuing enthusiasm.

SECOND INTERLUDE

AN ALLEGORY OF WAR AND PEACE

By

FRANCIS HARTMAN MARKOE

First there shall be silence, and then a low long wailing cry, as if the hearts of all the world were breaking. Then a weary restless music with long disordered rhythm, and the sounds of uneasy things stirring and moaning, and the while, coming into the Bowl, the Little Spirits of Starved Desire and Fear of Brotherhood. They drift hither and whither like efts in an uncomprehended stream. The music grows wilder, and they mass here and there in seething circles, malicious ganglia of mischief. Suddenly with black-smoking torches appear the warped souls of Demagogues and Self-lovers, whose eyes are too puny to see beyond themselves.

The Wise Voice of the Old, Deep, Unchanging World:

War!

The Chaos of Will,

The fruit of Desire

Washing the land with the smoke

Of its holocaust fire

As the forest-flames on the hills,

When the summer drought

Has sapped the life of the trees,
Belch out

Their scorching breath

(The vortex grows wilder. Chaos is complete.

Suddenly

from all sides appear the Hierodules of War, the glad holy servants of its sacrifice. First advancing come the Young Men Who Have Found Their Manhood.)

Beloved, best beloved,

We come at last

The glad bridegrooms.

Now all the weary empty-time is past,

The time of faint desire and undefined ambitions.

As the light plane, the wings and rudder set,

When the propeller beats against the air,

Tugs at the human leashes

And then skims the ground,

Rises, skims, rises,

The freeing air

Once caught beneath its wings,-rises

So we break through dead arms,

Leave little love behind, leave pain of parting
And desire for greeting, and leaping

Lose ourselves into the blue

Beloved, best beloved,

We come at last.

Beloved,

Best beloved!

(As they go forward there is a sound as of a whirlwind of wings above their heads and the voices of the Contented Dead sing to them):

All the dreams that were sweet in dreaming

Are sweeter yet when laid aside,

And the satisfaction of life's achievement

Is only for those who have nobly died.
Youth, ease, hope, love, unborn children,
Fine ambition, strength in strife,

Fall as dust from the feet of a runner.
He only gains, who loses, life.

(Then come the Mothers to whom for their greater glory the purest pain in the world is given, sad, grey-clad figures with their men-children at their sides.)

We are the mothers;

Ours was the pain

Of bearing men
And now again

Of losing them.

Ours were the dreams

When the hope of the world lay within us.

Ours were the fears for the future,

Ours were the teaching years.

Ours is the hopeless future,

Ours the desolate home,

The vacant chair, the empty world,

The twilight-whispered name.