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The place where an open plain meets a city is always marked by some indescribable, penetrating melancholy. There, nature and humanity address you at the same time. There, the originalities of place show up.

But like a steddy ship doth strongly part The raging waves, and keeps her course aright: Ne aught for tempest doth from it depart, Ne aught for fairer weather’s false delight. Such self-assurance need not fear the spight Of grudging foes; ne favour seek of friends; But in the stay of her own stedfast might Neither to one herself nor other bends.

"This is no savage country, my friend. But no men? Boys, it behooves us to go forward most politely."

Shall the world be confined to one Paris or one Oxford forever? Cannot students be boarded here and get a liberal education under the skies of Concord? Can we not hire some Abelard to lecture to us?