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FRIENDS' Prepares for College or Business. Sep- Write for Year-Book. JOHN W. SWARTHMORE COLLEGE SWARTHMORE, PA. JOSEPH SWAIN, LL. D., President WOOLMAN SCHOOL A Friends' School for Social and Additional announcements for Winter "The "Teen Age in the First-day School," "Problems of the Rural Church and of A special week-end conference ELBERT RUSSELL, Director, GEORGE SCHOOL Near Newtown, Bucks County, Pa. Course of study extended and thorough, FRIENDS' ACADEMY LONG ISLAND, N. Y. NELSON A. JACKSON, Principal, COUNTRY HOME SCHOOL FOR young children, Friends' family, near FRIENDS' INTELLIGENCER Established 1844 The Journal 1873 Young Friends' Review 1886 PHILADELPHIA, SECOND MONTH 2, 1918 THE WRATH OF MAN SHALL PRAISE HIM. He will judge thy people with righteousness, And thy poor with justice. The mountains shall bring peace to the people, And the hills in righteousness. He will judge the poor of the people, He will save the children of the needy, And will break in pieces the oppressor. At thy rebuke, O God, Both chariot and horse are cast into a deep sleep. Thou, even thou, art to be feared; And who may stand in thy sight when once thou art angry? Thou didst cause sentence to be heard from heaven; The earth feared and was still, When God arose to judgment, To save all the meek of the earth. Surely the wrath of man shall praise thee. -FROM PSALMS 72 and 76. Across the sea I heard the groans Of wind and wave. Their blood and bones I dreamed of freedom slowly gained I turn me, awe-struck, from the sight, Shall tread the darkness under foot. I know the pent fire heaves its crust, Though with the earthquake and the storm. His praise is in the wrath of man! Yet, surely as He lives, the day Of peace He promised shall be ours, And sow its ghastly fields with flowers! -Whittier. ELIZA R. HAMPTON. BORN MARCH 20, 1866. DIED NOVEMBER 21, 1917. THIS brief outline of an unselfish and devoted life, with slight tributes to her memory, are gathered from some of the friends who loved her and worked with her. ELIZA REBECCA HAMPTON was born in East Hamburg, Erie Co., N. Y., March 20th, 1866. She attended public school, Friends' private school at Orchard Park, N. Y., and High School at East Aurora, N. Y. She entered Swarthmore Preparatory School in 1886, and college in 1887, graduating in the class of 1891 with degree of A. B. In the years from 1891 to 1903 she taught in Abington Friends' School, and at Horsham, Pa., was instructor Volume LXXV Number 5 in East Aurora High School, E. Aurora, N. Y., and instructor of New York State Teachers' Training Class in Waverly, N. Y. From 1903 to 1909 she spent at home in tender care of her invalid mother, at Orchard Park, N. Y. In 1910 she moved to Buffalo, N. Y., where she taught in the city public schools, and later in Masten Park High School, Buffalo, N. Y. Her life was one of self-sacrifice for the well-being of her family, and of the Society of Friends. She leaves two brothers, Charles M. and Edward S. Hampton, and a niece, Margaret Hampton Crook. Ruth J. Alport, who taught with her in Buffalo, writes: When we occupied our new school in the fall of 1914, Eliza Rebecca Hampton became one of us, and with the problems emerging with the war, I began to find that we had many things in common. I had been only a lukewarm advocate of peace in the old days, but now everything in me revolted at the world conditions. We went to all sorts of meetings, that dealt with international problems or those of social justice, read to each other, and talked over all these questions. Thus, common ideas and convictions drew us close to one another. It is easy to see how this bond was intensified as this country entered the maelstrom. If I needed any proof of her living faith in a God of goodness and her spiritual certainty, it came last spring when she went to the hospital for a serious operation. As I saw her, day by day, face death with steady eyes and then hasten her own recovery by her perfect calm and acceptance of things as they came, I can only say that the impression is one that is permanent-my own faith is surer because of her example. During the summer, she seemed to rally, and we had many quiet days together, but soon after school opened, those of us who loved her, could see the subtle change-almost day by day. She, herself, kept up the brave fight until the day came when the indomitable will could no longer control the mortal illness, and three days after being in school, she lay dying. The time of suffering was mercifully short, and there came the day when she lay at peace. As I looked upon her face, that had taken on a new beauty and dignity, I felt that death could have no terrors for me, if she had found it so transfiguring. On a beautiful winter afternoon, they laid her earthly garment away in the old Friends' burying ground at Orchard Park, but those of us who stood there, knew that she was with us and that the ideas for which she stood would endure. These lines have come to me over and over again in thinking of our "Rebecca": "Who shares his life's pure pleasures, Who trades with heaping measures, The Masten Park Chronicle, the school paper, says of her: With the opening of our new building in September, 1914, Miss Hampton became a member of our faculty. The character of her work was well known to all, how 68 FRIENDS' INTELLIGENCER ever, as she had acted as substitute for nearly two years before she joined us permanently. She was most careful and painstaking with her classes, and no one who came under her instruction failed to gain a clear insight into the subject taught. Although very quiet in manner, her influence was felt in many directions, and her faithful service among the Friends, her interest in the reconstruction and rebuilding now going on in France where homes have been demolished and families impoverished or separated or both, will not soon be forgotten. She will be greatly missed by her pupils and her co-workers who recognized her exceptional worth and sweet spirit. Instead of flowers, teachers and pupils united to send $60.50 to the Friends' Relief Fund. Also the knitting work that she started is being continued by some of us. Phebe A. Valentine writes of her: How we miss her none can tell but those who were closely associated with her. Her work for the Society of Friends in Buffalo was most noble and self-sacrificing, and will ever be remembered with loving appreciation. Elizabeth Stover writes: Eliza R. Hampton was one who went the "second mile." Truest tribute to her life of service is the spirit of helpfulness it has inspired. Joyously and lov ingly her friends take up and carry on the work to which all unconsciously she lent the inspiration of a rare self-effacement and devotion to the advancement of truth. "Ye shall know the truth, and the truth shall make you free." "Ye are my friends, if ye do whatsoever I command you." Eliza Hampton did not preach, she lived a life of service that speaks as tongues can never speak, bearing testimony to the reality of the more abundant life. THE BREAKDOWN OF WAR. [This impressive letter of John Haynes Holmes, minister of the Church of the Messiah, New York City, is published in the Evening Post.] THE passing of the old year brings to our attention no more impressive fact than what I may call the breakdown of war as a method of settling disputes between nations. When the great war broke upon the affrighted world in August, 1914, nobody dreamed that it would last so long or cost so much. It was in Germany that the hopes of swift and complete victory were soaring highest at the outset of the struggle. The armies of the Kaiser were to capture Paris in six weeks, and reduce France to the condition of a dependent province; they were then to turn to the east and conquer Russia; and finally was England to be embattled and overthrown at leisure. No prospect was ever brighter or seemed more certain of fulfilment. And yet, look at the result! Germany has to-day been fighting unremittingly for three years and four months, with the greatest military machine the world has ever seen. She has been victorious on nearly every field and occupies at this moment thousands of square miles of conquered territory. And yet everywhere her enemies stand in arms against her, and victory is as far away as ever. The hopes of the Allies in the fall of 1914 were altogether different. The members of the Entente understood full well that they were confronted by a terrific task, and grimly they set themselves to its performance. The longest period of time, however, which was suggested for the business was Lord Kitchener's three years, and this distinguished soldier was almost alone in making this gloomy forecast. To-day the three years are gone, and the fourth year is well started upon its way. [Second month 2, 1918 The massing of men, money, and munitions against the enemy during this time has surpassed anything known or even conceived of by the mind of man. But victory over Germany seems still to be indefinitely postponed! Especially was the year 1917 one of bitter disappointment to both sides of this vast struggle. Stupendous offensives were projected, as by the Germans in Italy, and the English at Cambrai; these were carried through with matchless determination and with unprecedented cost of men and supplies; but always they broke down, or were halted by the enemy. Every military experience of this past twelve-month seems inevitably to confirm the thesis of M. de Bloch, in his "The Future of War," that the power of the defensive, has been so vastly increased in modern times over the power of the offensive, that decisive and complete victory on the field of battle has been rendered so difficult as to be well-nigh unattainable. The Germans have apparently abandoned all hope of victory, as witness the astounding peace terms submitted to the Russians at Brest-Litovsk, against which the junkers are raving like madmen. The Allies still cling not unreasonably to the hope of an ultimate triumph, but the best soldiers of England and America unite in declaring that this end cannot be reached for a period of at least three and perhaps even a dozen years to come! The discovery of this impressive fact of the indecisive character of modern warfare is producing various results. In the first place, the militarists of all countries are adopting a much more moderate tone than which was prevalent in the early days of the struggle. A Clemenceau shout for "victory" is occasionally still heard; but much more characteristic are the recent utterances of Charles William Eliot, in America, and Lord Lansdowne, in England, calling for consideration at least of a negotiated peace. Secondly, this prolongation of the war is causing deep popular unrest in all countries. Nowhere in Europe to-day is revolution improbable. Lastly, and most important, this fact is more and more convincing men of all classes, of all countries, of all varieties of opinion, that war has in our time become impossible. War to-day is destructive beyond all control. Its cost surpasses all estimate. It enlists every man and dollar in its support. Add now to these three facts the further fact that war must be indefinitely prolonged if the stronger side is to win a final victory over the weaker, and the conclusion is inevitable. War under modern conditions has simply broken down as a method of settling disputes between nations. It is a method which brings not decision, but death, destruction, and despair. War and civilization, in other words, are become to-day an impossible combination. They can no longer keep house together in the same world. One or the other must go. If war is to continue, civilization will be not saved but extinguished. If civilization is to endure, war must be abolished. At last the choice must be made and made this time forever! It is this fact which makes the present moment the most awful, and at the same time the most hopeful, in human history. For, once this issue is made clear, it is unbelievable that war will not be straightway and forever done away with. The end of this war shall be the end of all war! This new year shall be memorable as the last year in which man met man in battle. It is possible, of course, that this may be too good to be true. For all his unutterable woes, man may not yet have learned the lesson. But I, for one, have hope. I listen for that "mystic trumpeter" of Whitman, who called at last not "war's wild alarums," but that "higher strain than any yet" of "war, sorrow, suffering gone -the rank earth purged-nothing but joy left." JOHN HAYNES HOLMES. |