College stories; College students -- Fiction; Fathers and sons -- Fiction; Trinity College (University of Cambridge) -- Fiction
"I have started on above, having engaged a private coach. I had 430
answers to my application. My choice fell on a gentleman named
Minshull, a Peterhouse man who dwells in the vicinity. He took his
degree only last year and expects to enter the Church shortly. He
comes every morning at nine o'clock and we work till one. He lunches
with me, after which we take a walk in the Park or elsewhere, returning
for tea and another two hours' work. Then Minshull leaves me, and
after a light dinner I do preparation for him for another two hours and
then to bed. On Saturday we knock off at one, and I generally take an
outing with Mrs. Higginbotham, who wishes to be kindly remembered to
you. She takes a great interest in my enterprise, and refreshes her
memory and mine during our little jaunts by getting me to repeat to her
without book such things as I have learnt during the week as come
within the limits of the curriculum to which she applied herself during
girlhood. The subjects themselves are hardly such as in my judgment
repay the amount of study necessary to master them. What with the
growing competition in commercial life, and the great influx of
foreigners--Germans and others--it seems to me waste of time to devote
three valuable years of a young man's life in getting up the opinions
of a man like Plato, who lived so many years ago that his ideas are by
no means up-to-date. Or take a poet like Virgil again--if Virgil can
be justly called a poet. Compare his thoughts with those of our own
immortal Shakespeare--the Swan of Avon--or even with Macaulay's _Lays
of Ancient Rome_, if you _must_ have matters of ancient history treated
in poetry. And what is the use of puzzling over the Acts of the
Apostles in the Original Greek, when that book, as well as the rest of
the New Testament, has been so admirably translated in the Revised
Version? What the authorities of our Universities entirely fail to
grasp is that Latin and Greek _are not spoken nowadays_. How much
better young men would be fitted for the business of life if they were
trained to speak and write French and German fluently! This is so
obvious to a man of experience that I seriously thought of writing to
the Chancellor of the University, the Duke of Devonshire, and laying my
views before him, but Minshull dissuaded me, saying that I should be in
a better position to bring to bear any influence I might possess after
I have taken my degree, which is perfectly true. But the truth of it
is there are too many old women at the head of the Universities. What
you want are keen-headed men, men of experience in the world, who would
move with the times, and get Oxford and Cambridge to move with them. I
am so convinced I am right in this opinion, that if it were not for the
cares of business, to which I must return when I have finished with
Cambridge, I should apply for a Trinity fellowship after I have taken
my degree, and try to infuse a little spirit into the counsels of the
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