The Student"
"In America," began
the lecturer, "everyone must have a
degree. The French do not think that
all can have it, they don't say everyone must go to college." We
incline to feel, here, that although it may be unnecessary
to know fifteen languages.
one degree is not too much. With us, a
school-like the singing tree of which
the leaves were mouths that sang in concert- is both a tree of knowledge
and of liberty- seen in the unanimity of college
mottoes, lux et veritas,
Christo et ecclesiae, sapiet
felici. It may be that we
have not knowledge, just opinions, that we are undergraduates,
not students; we know we have been told with smiles, by expatriates
of whom we had asked, "When will
your experiment be finished?" "Science
is never finished." Secluded
from domestic strife, Jack Bookworm led a college life, says Goldsmith;
and here also as in France or Oxford, study is beset with
dangers-with bookworms, mildews,
and complaisancies. But someone in New
England has known enough to say
that the student is patience personified, a variety
of hero, "patient of neglect and of reproach,"-who can "hold by
himself." You can't beat hens to
make them lay. Wolf's wool is the best of wool,
but it cannot be sheared, because
the wolf will not comply. With knowledge as with wolves' surliness,
the student studies voluntarily, refusing to be less
than individual. He
"gives him opinion and then rests upon it";
he renders service when there is
no reward, and is too reclusive for some things to seem to touc
"In America," began
the lecturer, "everyone must have a
degree. The French do not think that
all can have it, they don't say everyone must go to college." We
incline to feel, here, that although it may be unnecessary
to know fifteen languages.
one degree is not too much. With us, a
school-like the singing tree of which
the leaves were mouths that sang in concert- is both a tree of knowledge
and of liberty- seen in the unanimity of college
mottoes, lux et veritas,
Christo et ecclesiae, sapiet
felici. It may be that we
have not knowledge, just opinions, that we are undergraduates,
not students; we know we have been told with smiles, by expatriates
of whom we had asked, "When will
your experiment be finished?" "Science
is never finished." Secluded
from domestic strife, Jack Bookworm led a college life, says Goldsmith;
and here also as in France or Oxford, study is beset with
dangers-with bookworms, mildews,
and complaisancies. But someone in New
England has known enough to say
that the student is patience personified, a variety
of hero, "patient of neglect and of reproach,"-who can "hold by
himself." You can't beat hens to
make them lay. Wolf's wool is the best of wool,
but it cannot be sheared, because
the wolf will not comply. With knowledge as with wolves' surliness,
the student studies voluntarily, refusing to be less
than individual. He
"gives him opinion and then rests upon it";
he renders service when there is
no reward, and is too reclusive for some things to seem to touc
( Marianne Moore )
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