"The Student" "In America," began the lecturer, "everyone must have a degree. The French do not think that all can have it, they don't say everyone must go to college." We incline to feel, here, that although it may be unnecessary to know fifteen languages. one degree is not too much. With us, a school--like the singing tree of which the leaves were mouths that sang in concert-- is both a tree of knowledge and of liberty-- seen in the unanimity of college mottoes, lux et veritas, Christo et ecclesiae, sapiet felici. It may be that we have not knowledge, just opinions, that we are undergraduates, not students; we know we have been told with smiles, by expatriates of whom we had asked, "When will your experiment be finished?" "Science is never finished." Secluded from domestic strife, Jack Bookworm led a college life, says Goldsmith; and here also as in France or Oxford, study is beset with dangers--with bookworms, mildews, and complaisancies. But someone in New England has known enough to say that the student is patience personified, a variety of hero, "patient of neglect and of reproach,"--who can "hold by himself." You can't beat hens to make them lay. Wolf's wool is the best of wool, but it cannot be sheared, because the wolf will not comply. With knowledge as with wolves' surliness, the student studies voluntarily, refusing to be less than individual. He "gives him opinion and then rests upon it"; he renders service when there is no reward, and is too reclusive for some things to seem to touch