Word: deserted
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Dates: during 1880-1889
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...SOCIETY. The meeting this week will be on Thursday evening, at 7.30 p.m., instead of Wednesday, as usual. Communication by Mr. H. C. Appleton, '87, Geological Sketch of Mount Desert. Nominations of new members should be handed to the secretary or vice-presidents not later than Wednesday noon, instead of being given to the committee at the meeting...
...live here at college, as it were, in a desert; and so we will live as long as co-education is not countenanced by the Harvard authorities. All the tender, gentle sides of our natures are neglected and grow up like reeds in a sandy soil, getting only a mere existence. Deprived for a time of association with the fairer and gentler sex, we grow manly and (in a sense) harsh, and not mild, gentle, forbearing. So, then, whenever we find the monotony of our desert life broken by some pleasant oasis with its shady groves and fair flowers, with...
...condemnation of wrong doing, since we should not feel so much secret sympathy with it. Even now, who of us in his heart would not be a rake rather than a hunchback, a villain rather than a fool? In spite of all the moralists, we cannot admire desert or merit as much as the gifts of nature and fortune. There is nothing of which we are so proud as of a good family, a handsome face, a strong body, a ready wit,-of all those things, indeed, for which we are not responsible; but no one is ever proud...
...myself all the harm imaginable through mere folly and stupidity; but however mortified or sullen I may be, I can never feel guilty or penitent. It is as hard to argue us out of the consciousness of guilt, as it is to argue us into the consciousness of real desert: for while virtue is too wise and humble to claim any merit, sin is so proud and foolish that it will be always bragging...
What strides the great Universi8ty has taken ! During all my early years our old Harvard Alma Mater sat still and lifeless as the colossi in the Egyptian desert. Then all at once, like the commander's statue in Don Giovanni, she moved from her pedestal. The fall of that "story foot" has effected a miracle like the harp that Orphens played, like the teeth which Cadmus sowed. The plain where the moose and the bear were wandering while Shakespeare was writing Hamlet, where a few plain dormitories and other needed buildings were scattered about in my school-boy days, groans...