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Kansas University Weekly.
A loving family grew up round an ideal fireside. Truly his path was through the green pastures and by the still waters, His successes and blessings came while he was in the prime of life. To most men the crown of life only comes when their feeble hands must lay it down.
The splendid clouds that hail the dawn
Ere touch of noon, are long since gone.
The gentle says that prophet night
Are lost with day's retreating light.
And every sound and every sail
Are fled 'fore we can fairly hail.
And peace and rest, best gifts of fate,
Immortal gods, ye grant too late.
A modest competence, a reasonable income, congenial pursuits, the respect of all his acquaintances, the affection of all his familiars, a successful career, a perfect wife, a happy home.
These be his honors, and some young eyes dim
For Love's sake more than fame's, for him,
for him
If Cicero's future of the philosopher and the devotee has anything better for such a man I do not know what it may be.
But there is an end for all things mortal. Death comes to the just and the un
"A flash of the lightning, a break in the wave.
just, the fortunate and the miserable alike.
Man passes from life to his rest in the grave. From the gilded saloon to the bier and the
shroud, Oh why should the spirit of mortal be Proud?"
That stately and familiar figure will be seen in the halls of our alma mater no more. He lives in the hearts, the hopes and the deeds of the alumni of this University who best understood his talents, appreciated his labors and loved the man.
The eye of youth glows and kindles down the golden vistas of the future. The ear of age bends low to catch the dying echoes of the broken harp strings of the past. Youth with eagle glance watches the glittering car of day upon the eastern hilltops. Age with lingering look sees the weary steeds drag the dusty chariot to the eternal shores of the western ocean. The foot that sprang so eager from the cradle, stops reluctant at the coffin.
On a stone beyond the Alleghanies is carved, "Thomas Jefferson, author of
the Declaration of Independence, of the statutes of Virginia for religious freedom, and founder of the University of Virginia." We are assembled to honor the memories of Robinson the chieftain, who founded our commonwealth of Kansas, of Thacher the statesman who wrote its laws, of Robinson, the teacher who established its University. We cannot add one lustre to their fame. Their work was coequal and complementary. They will be so remembered. The past is secure. The future welfare of Kansas depends on the training of its youth. Never will it fall to worthier hands than his who has just laid down this duty. This great University is his monument. If the sons and daughters of Kansas who owe so much to him could write on these walls, his epitaph would be such as he loved old school, old fashioned, simple and sincere as was he,
David Hamilton Robinson, Professor of Latin Language and Literature
Born June 24,1837,Died July 21,1895.
He was a scholar and a gentleman who never sought an honor and never shirked a duty.
Letters from Pupils of Professor Robinson.
There were but five members of the faculty when I entered in January, 1869, and of these, two have been in the constant service of the University ever since; until last summer. Now one of them has laid aside his work in this world, after twenty-nine years of faithful service. Those of us who knew him in those early days hold him in grateful remembrance.
Perhaps the most grateful experience which comes to me on my occasional visits to Alma Mater is the cordial greeting from my old teachers. We shall miss the hearty clasp of the hand, the quiet smile, with which Professor Robinson greeted his former pupils. His long and faithful service should endear him to all connected with the University. When we recall how faithfully he worked, year after year, always at his post from first to last, with no sabbatical year for rest and foreign travel, we feel that he deserves to be classed with the other pioneers of our great West, who toiled that others might reap the fruits thereof in after years.
GERTRUDE BOUGHTON BLACKWELDER '75.
By the death of Prof. Robinson, the University of Kansas has lost one of its ablest professors, and the State of Kansas, a distinguished educator. As students we loved him; as boys we admired him; as men we honored him. Nothing can be said at the "Robinson Memorial
Service" which can do justice to the many qualities which endeared him to his students and his colleagues. One can but bow his head in reverence, and humbly acquiesce in God's will being done. FRANK G.CROWELL,'88.
Miss Ethel B. Allen recalls some of the Professor's Latin jokes with which he enlivened the class-room:
Quis crudus enim lectus albus et spiravit, or the more celebrated inscription,
I sabilli haeres ago
Fortibus es in aro,
Nosce Mari, thebe trux
Votis innem?  Pes an dux.
With the sharp eyes of affectionate memory, I can still plainly see the merry twinkle in his eyes as some serious-minded, unsuspicious student labored to reduce these to the noble cadences of Cicero or Virgil.
But our dear Professor's particular specialty was the inimitable manner in which, walking up and down before the class, he would narrate in polished Latin, some contemporaneous exploit performed by some member of the class, and by him supposed to be quite unknown, at any rate to the Faculty. Once it was a duck-hunting trip to the lake under the leadership of "Dominus Fuscus," now revered by his parishioners as the Rev. Edward Brown. He has probably long since forgotten both the trip, resulting in one mud-hen and a dip in the cold waters of the lake, and the subsequent
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