Word: kindness
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Dates: during 1870-1879
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DEAR JIM, - As you were kind enough to ask me in your last letter for some account of my life here, I will give it to you, with a fair warning that you brought it on yourself...
JUDGING from several newspaper articles, there seems to be a misunderstanding in regard to the proposed plan of private instruction for young women in Cambridge. The opinion prevails that a way has been found to admit women to Harvard College. Nothing of the kind has been done. Provisions have been made to enable young women to be instructed by Harvard professors: and if in time the number of such students becomes large enough, a second university may be built up at the side of Harvard which will give young women the same college advantages that young men have at present...
WHILE we are strongly opposed to the present system of scholarships, we have not the slightest objection to a system that shall dispense pecuniary assistance privately, and according to their needs, to deserving students; we fully realize that much good may be done by this kind of aid. This, however, is a very different thing from publicly awarding a definite sum of money as a prize for meritorious work. It is the incongruous mixing of these two systems - each good in its place - which is objected to. Our grievance, in short, is this: first, that there is no system...
...reasons which prevent business men from confessing their want of success, in order that their boys may try for scholarships, have already been noted. But, putting parents out of the question, it is clear that any practicable tests between minor applicants must be of the roughest and most uncertain kind. A. B., for example, who is able to show that be has no property, and that nobody is legally bound to provide for him, may compete for a scholarship; C. D., on the contrary, who has in the savings-bank just money enough to pay his college bills, cannot...
...hill, a battered old hulk, handed down from time immemorial; inscribed on it in faded letters is, "Long live the ancient customs!" A gray-haired, venerable-looking person sits on it, and looks round for some friend to give him a shove. But the rest are gone, and, a kind impulse moving me, I rush out from behind the trees, saying, "I'll help you, thou guardian angel of the student." At the first word the sled and occupant vanish, I find myself alone, calmly resting in a snow-bank, my heels where my head ought...