Word: neveral
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Dates: during 1873-1873
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...acquaint themselves with these things by observation as well as reading is small. Every year many students, to spend their long vacation, hurry off to Europe, are dazzled and delighted by the brilliancy of its splendid capitals, and come back with bad French and worse German, but have never visited either Lexington or Concord, and can scarcely tell the causes which gave them a prominence in our history...
...Melencolia to J. Behau's attempt at the same. After standing in awe before the sad glance of Durer's figure with its resting wings, that still have power to bear it through endless wandering, with the neglected implements of human science cast on the earth, and with its never-to-be-forgotten wreath, - after the feelings aroused by Durer we turn to the Little Master, and truly see what a "well-intentioned" artist he is. He gives us, reduced of course, the sphere which Durer gave; the compass shows us a wing, - but what a wing! A comparison...
...professor is sure of his calling, his fitness for teaching. Men seldom voluntarily make a life work of what is distasteful to them, and if forced into a pursuit incompatible with the natural tendencies of their minds, their labors in one unwelcome would never gain them professorships in our first places of learning...
...trade to allow them to assume a business air and talk volubly of the rise and 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...
...take up at random any collection of poems, and how many are there that seem to bear a trace of the influence of the true spirit of Poesy? How many give us glimpses of that faint and fair celestial mirage which attends her coming, seldom seen by mortal eyes, never to be summoned at will, - as it were, the scenes and longings of life mirrored in the purity of heaven...