THE BATTALION. IT Is nothing more truly of Texas, and nearer to the hearts of all patriotic Texans, than the Texas State Univer sity and her Agricultural and Mechani cal College. The one, a noble seat of learning, al ready great and destined to place the Texas flag wherever learning erects her monument. The other, while receiving aid from a donation made by the Fed eral Government, still obtains her chief support and maintenance from the State, and is part of her flesh and blood. It is already one of the great technical and industrial colleges of the country. There the sciences kindred to her purposes are taught with great proficiency. There are taught the arts of both war and peace, for Texas with in her halls trains and makes skillful her farmers, her mechanics and her sol diers; thus linking, with scientific skill and literary attainment, the independ ence and dignity of labor and the du ties of a soldier. An institution that during the twenty years of her history, has added to the material advancement of the State, and has contributed her sons to science, to the shop, to the mine, to many manufacturing enter prises, to the farm, to the field of bat tle, and, if you please, to the profes sions. Speaking for the Alumni, an ex-stu dent of the Agricultural and Mechanical College, residing in San Antonio, you thus must know that we welcome all from both institutions. We honor both. Texas needs both, and, in the language of Commodore Schley, “There is glory enough for all.†To that institution, from whose halls we come, its proficient faculty, its gal lant corps of cadets, and its ex-students and alumni, we make fraternal wel come. While I have pursued another calling, and it is among the greatest known to civilization, still may I not with propriety, in the presence of this faculty and of this corps of cadets, pur suing the purposes and aspirations of that institution, without fulsome flat tery, pay a tribute to those avocations the one teaches and the other studies to become. The farmer, the mechanic, the soldier. The better learned the bet ter farmer; the better farmer, the bet ter citizen, the more scientific the more successful. All men honor him. He is the developer of the earth’s resources, the conservator of the peace, the en forcer of the law, the dispenser of true hospitality, the friend of religion and the enemy of corruption and tyranny. He is a soldier when needed, as the whole of the British Empire can testify at this time, and has learned before. He has no master and owes no alle giance, except to his country and his God. The mechanic. To my mind, there is no profession or avocation requiring a higher order of intellect, more accurate training of stricter integrity than that of the mechanic. His science is an ex act one. His art is order. Mistakes cannot be made, and dishonesty prac ticed and his work survive. A lawyer may be inaccurate and still win, a phy sician may be. in error and the patient still recover, but let a mechanic make an error, and failure will mark his efforts. Let him fail to understand the machinery he operates, and disaster will be the result. The work of his hand is immortal, and out of the misty and hoary past arises sublime structures, monuments to his skill, industry and integrity, still existing when kingdoms have crumbled and kings and nations have been forgotten. He marks both the land and the sea with his domin-