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Charles Congdon, Tribune Essays: Leading Articles Contributing to the New York Tribune from 1857 to 1863. (ed. Horace Greeley), University Wanted. (search)
University Wanted. the foundation of a seat of learning, in which for many successive generations the youth of a nation may learn the Greek and Latin languages, with a sprinkling of Conic Sections, and a mild flavor of Campbell's Rhetoric, is a matter which occupied the minds of our fathers, and not seldom appeals to the pockets of us, their degenerate descendants, inasmuch as it is the fashion, upon all possible occasions, in all proper and improper spots, to found what is called a University, and to invite juvenile aspirants to enter for the purpose of induction, deduction and seduction, within its thrice-consecrated walls. We are, therefore, not at all astonished to find The Louisiana Democrat declaring that the subject of A Southern University is now engrossing the master-minds of the South, which means, of course, what it modestly declines to express, that it is universally engrossing the attention of the whole Southern intellect; for all Southern minds are well known to be
Charles Congdon, Tribune Essays: Leading Articles Contributing to the New York Tribune from 1857 to 1863. (ed. Horace Greeley), A Bacchanal of Beaufort. (search)
will miss his immortality unless we amiably give him a hoist. When Capt. Ammon, with three gun-boats, visited Beaufort on the day after the action, but a single white man was found in the village, and he was drunk. Such is the laconism of the telegraph, than which nothing can be more teasing; for we are left utterly in the dark as to the name of this cool reveler, who refused to intermit his libations to the god of whisky, even in the sulphurous presence of the god of war. In a poem like Campbell's Last man, namelessness might be artfully adopted to heighten the impression; but in matter-of-fact annals the hiatus is to be censured and deplored. If some gentleman of a curious turn had been intrusted with the dispatches, he would have told us the title of this tipsy chevalier, who when all else was lost, resorted to his bottle for consolation; and who was found with that glass weapon lying empty by his manly side. These vinous views of military duty are not novel, as the cannikin-cl