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Dates: during 1873-1873
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Some of the Durers are late additions to the collection; and it certainly is far richer now than when it lacked the brilliant impression of the print variously called "The Great Fortune," "Nemesis," "Temperance in the Clouds," etc. This print gives a winged female figure in the clouds above a most charming valley. The figure, in spite of its beautiful wings, is, as a figure, one of Durer's many representations of immortal ugliness, if such an expression is allowable. Any one who is displeased by it, however, has but to look for consolation into the valley over which Fortune...
...programme was mostly made up of the old and almost wrinkled favorites which have done duty so often in Cambridge, "Ave Maria," "Comrades in Arms," etc., and two or three new songs were sung which are to be brought out at the next concert at Lyceum Hall. Mr. Szemelenyi's tenor solo "Spirito Gentil" was encored, and the performers are confident that the piano duet would have been also, if the piano had had a little more "grand" about it. The "college songs" (?) with which the concert concluded were better done than usual, and made the customary hit. Some merriment...
...door of farm-house. Stopped for dinner. Dinner bad. Girl pleasant. Freshman asked for lock of her hair. Started again at 1.30. Walked twenty miles. Startled female peasant takes us for brigands. Soothed by sight of Freshman's pocket-Bible. Enter a lovely village. Setting sun, lowing herds, etc. Both of us a little tired. People stare. Freshman sings Fair Harvard for a bluff. Prohibitory law. No tavern. Ask aged farmer for night's lodging in his hay-loft. Freshman fool enough not to put out his pipe. Blows smoke in farmer's face. Farmer says "nix"; backed...
...fall of stocks, the average collegiate is gloriously indifferent to it. Such topics awaken no interest in his breast. It makes no difference to him what gold is quoted at, and he never troubles himself to ascertain. He is told of the panic, of the very dull times, etc., but to no purpose; a panic is something of which he has no clear conception, and of dull times his idea is not much better, for they never appear to disturb one here...
...reconciling thought and metre which is perfectly marvellous. How is it done? And again, can it ever be done without sacrificing something of the thought or something of the metre? As to the latter, in the best works of our great poets, there occur such words as "under," "often," etc., in iambic metre where the accent is required on the last syllable, and "by the," "in the" &c, where only one short syllable is required. Now, if so much is sacrificed of the metre, the heavy material body of poetry, how much must be sacrificed of the ethereal soul...