In the fifty-four years since I entered my own alma mater—Brown University—as a freshman (pray, do not think me an antediluvian; 1855, I assure you, followed the memorable catastrophe of the flood at quite a long interval!) it has been my privilege to know among my fellow alumni a number of its distinguished sons. In public life there were Richard Olney, John Hay, fellow students, though not fellow classmates (how little did I realize what distinguished careers were before them), Charles E. Hughes, already thane of Glamis and of Cawdor, and I hope king hereafter, and Everett Colby, whose fine record is known of all men. In academic life, besides others of lesser note, there were four eminent college presidents, Angell of Michigan, Wheeler of California, Faunce of Brown, and, last but by no means least, my warm friend for nearly two-score years, President Andrews of Brown—Chancellor Andrews of Nebraska.