If they will do that, as others have done before them, the ideals of the Collegiate School will
take root in the heart and brain of the country, and "not marble nor the gilded monuments of
princes" will outlive the work of the Scottish schoolmaster.'
from Editorial on the closing of the Collegiate School, Daily Gleaner, June 21 1902
Daily Gleaner, March 11, 1902
THE LATE MR. MORRISON.
is ever so much poorer to-day by the
death of Mr. William Morrison, M.
A. Only those know
how much, who realize the need the island has for leaders of all kinds to raise the people above the
commonness of their comparatively low level of national existence. Man's life is a many sided one and he requires training in every aspect of it. Mr. Morrison exercised influence in more than one sphere, but
his life-work was pre-eminently the education of the better-to-do youth of the colony. It was quiet work,
accomplished day by day and year by year, in the class-room; but quiet work is in line with natural law,
and has always the greatest and most lasting effect. Through his hands passed many of the young men
now in business or in the professions in the colony; he gave them the knowledge which enabled them to
win their way in life, and to become factors in influencing others. The value of his work is so diffused,
so extensive, that it cannot be realized without an effort. But when one recalls how potent early training is
in determining character and how the influence of one man effects another and goes on spreading from one to another in the community, it will be seen how important a position Mr. Morrison held and how great
his opportunities were. He felt this, and though he sometimes wearied of the daily task he never lost his
interest in the work, and he was constantly being cheered by the grateful remembrances and
acknowledgements of old pupils. If he allowed his memory to dwell on the succession of lads who had
trooped through his classroom he must have been satisfied at heart, feeling that his life had not been a
poor or useless one. The verdict of the public among whom he dwelt so long is that it was a kindly and
sympathetic life rich in useful and upright action.
a journalist Mr. Morrison belongs to the
old school and never quite adapted himself to the new
methods. Even his writing was of the old style which, in England too, lingered here and there until a few
years ago, but is now practically extinct. So distinct was it from the newer, lighter, and less weighty writing that the articles he penned were always known. Some of them were fiercely polemical, in curious contrast
to his kind and generous temperament, but he appeared to be one of those, not uncommon, writers with whom such a style is a kind of art, cultivated by a second and out-side self, and directed against another impersonal opponent. But as a rule it was wrong systems and ideas he attacked and when it was
necessary he overwhelmed them with the most powerful invective. On the other hand none could write
more sympathetically, almost tenderly, on occasions, and his frequent articles on the poor and poverty of
Kingston had a grace which art could not give.
was one of those who never left the
land into which he came to dwell. He
at once sent his roots down
deep into its soil and he never cared even to take a holiday abroad. Many of his friends thought this a
mistake, and often urged him to go and smell the invigorating breath of the heather once more. But he
stayed on, though he never lost his love for the old sweet homeland, and would often sing of it and its
scenes in tuneful vigorous verse that came straight from his heart. It was only in dreams that "he beheld
the Hebrides" across the world of seas; and now he is laid to rest beneath the palm trees and the warm
tropical earth, and his spirit rests in the calm of the Great Eternal. The School is over, and the tired
scholar has gone Home.