title="[14]"/> The years speed on; in manhood's glow

He is sowing with vigilant care;

There are fields that call for the Seed of Life,—

He is finding them everywhere.

He is steadfastly doing the Master's work,

Unheeding the clamor and din

Of a restless world; he quietly sows,—

And the sheaves are still coming in.

LETTERS RECEIVED ON MR. PUTNEY'S SEVENTY-FIFTH BIRTHDAY

I am glad you are to have a birthday tomorrow. I feel sure that it will be a happy birthday. Your children and grandchildren will see to it that the day is properly celebrated.

It is a great pleasure to look back on the days spent in St. Johnsbury when your influence meant so much to us. You can never know how strongly your personality and your life influenced the boys and girls in the Academy, especially those of us who were away from home. Many of the things which you said to us, the time or occasion of saying them and the place too are very vividly recalled after thirty years. You in St. Johnsbury, four or five professors at Dartmouth and perhaps a half dozen other men, make up a small group of men who have given me most in the way of stimulation and encouragement. To express adequately my gratitude is impossible, but out of a full heart I do thank you and am glad of this opportunity to extend my best wishes to you for continued health and happiness.

Yours very sincerely,
David N. Blakely, '85.

You have been living in my life all these long years since the old St. Johnsbury Academy days.

That wonderful kindness with which you looked upon all our shortcomings has been the great example of kindness I have looked to all these days.

That wonderful equality of judgment with which you decided all our cases, has always remained unquestioned in my heart.

And that which most of all has influenced my life has been that wonderful quietness with which you have possessed your soul.

I am more grateful to you every day I live and more thankful for the years spent under your influence.

We are all to be congratulated because of this birthday. May you have many, many more and may you know better every year how much we all love you.

Yours most sincerely,
Mary Drew, '87.

Believing that the only real satisfaction to a teacher after all is the knowledge that somewhere down the years there sounds an echo of his effort, I am venturing to add my word of appreciation to you on your birthday.

There in your office and classroom I received, as have hundreds of others, the inspiration—the vision, if you will, of what life means—and there are no memories more hallowed than those of the associations at St. Johnsbury Academy. Year after year for thirty years I've watched the groups of young men and women leave the institution but never without a keener appreciation of what the years had meant to us.

Not for the first time do I say that whatever little success I may have had with young people is due in large measure to the help received at your hand, and with all my heart I thank you for your firm and gentle guidance, your paternal influence over us all, and most of all for your exemplary Christian character that never failed.

The best wish I can offer you today on your seventy-fifth birthday is that you may realize more and more what a mighty power for good you have been and are in the lives of an army of men and women today who once fell under your influence.

Very sincerely,
Caroline S. Woodruff, '84.

I wonder how many of us you can remember and whether any of our failings are still in your mind?

You only had me for a short time, but such as it was it completed my school work.

In fact it was my only schooling away from home. I am therefore able to recall vividly many impressions made on my mind during the time I was under your charge. I formed the impression that you were absolutely fair and honest with your scholars and that you expected no higher standard of conduct from them than you were practising every day. I