of filial devotion and loving memories of the people and of the place, and at the same time of the tender insight into the mingled feelings of joy and sorrow that the visit must bring his father, for this was not long after his mother had been taken from them.

"I never met Mrs. Wilson, but the parsonage or manse, in which Mrs. Hoge and I lived belonging to and adjoining the church, was made beautiful by the roses and other flowers in the culture of which Mrs. Wilson was an adept. The room of the church nearest to the manse was the infant or primary room of the Sunday-school, in the building of which she had been greatly interested and where she reigned supreme. It was also the meeting-place of the women of whose Missionary Society she was the organizer and president. She had the fine strong intellect for which her brother, the celebrated Dr. James Woodrow, was famous.

"Marion Woodrow, Governor Wilson's aunt, was my mother's dearest friend. In going through mother's letters after her death I often had to stop to read those of Marian Woodrow. There are no such letters now, so beautiful in their handwriting, so faultless in their expression, and so filled, as letters never are now, with beautiful thoughts on all one's reading and experience. They bore the stamp of genius and the impress of a lofty soul. But alas! they were destroyed through an accident. They would be invaluable now in seeking to trace to their sources some of those elements of genius and power that make Woodrow Wilson the coming man, the man of the hour.

"The last time I saw Mr. Wilson was at the Governors' Conference in Louisville, in 1910. He was the lion of the day, and when I succeeded in finding him for a few

minutes' conversation, he wanted to talk of old friends, the old church, and the old town of Wilmington.

“I told him that my greatest wish was that his dear father might know what he had now become. He received this with no affected modesty, but with the consciousness of one who has a mission and a responsibility.” One of Governor Wilson's schoolmates in Columbia, South Carolina, speaks appreciatively of his early associations with his now distinguished friend: "He was a gentle, manly boy. I was several years younger than he and often at recess he worked my 'sums' for me.”

Miss Helen G. McMaster, also of Columbia, South Carolina, says: "Young Wilson always impressed me as shy; I used to see him quietly reading in his father's study and he never came into the parlor to see the company. He was a thoughtful, retiring boy given to books.”

"The spirit of a youth who means to be of note begins betimes." Before he was eighteen years of age, Woodrow Wilson entered the Freshman class of Davidson College, North Carolina, where he remained only one year. This college is, and was, at that time, small; so that it was thought best to send the promising young student to an institution which would offer him larger opportunities. Princeton, with its ancient traditions dating back to 1746, its long record of usefulness, and its list of famous graduates, seemed a most desirable place for the young man to continue his schooling. It was here that he matriculated in 1875, and the Prince

GOVERNOR WILSON IS INTERESTED IN ATHLETICS.

Here he is watching a Princeton-Yale football game. As a collegian

young Wilson himself played a good game of baseball.

ton Class of 1879 proudly numbers him among its graduates.

In college young Wilson was popular with both the faculty and his student associates. He won the reputation of being a genial fellow, in modern terms, "a good mixer," warm-hearted, companionable, and worth knowing, both for the social side and the virile qualities of mind which he possessed. He could do more than one thing, for his records show that not only did he study well and read omnivorously, but he also played a good game of baseball.

What impresses us most is that he began early to think seriously, which fact ought to be an inspiration to every young man in the American commonwealth, for it must be admitted, by the closest observer, that most young men never attain much because they are so late in waking up, in finding themselves,-that is, if they ever wake up at all.

But this man, Wilson, evidently found himself early, as is indicated by his literary ability recognized during his collegiate years, and his youthful genius in oratory, in which practice he spent most of his spare time, not in bombastic spurting, but in actual hard work. He had a natural fondness for Edmund Burke, whose wisdom and style attracted him. By degrees he discovered that