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ing-room, working green-house, and, outside hot-beds and thrifty 

 nursery grounds, would look so much like &quot; gardening for profit&quot; 

 as to throw us completely off the trail of botany, as a pure science. 

 Another would be a force shop, where light, heat, water, sound and 

 electricity were made to reveal their laws, habits and effects, and to 

 do their industrial work. The constant use of its appliances by busy 

 students, in sacrilegious defiance of the rule, &quot; Don t touch the ap 

 paratus/ italicized with professional emphasis, would instantly sat 

 isfy us that there was nothing &quot; collegiate&quot; there, and that it was 

 only a workshop where men had to become skillful workmen 1 There 

 would be a- mathematical shop, so much like a counting and drawing 

 room, no one could be surprised when it led into an inventor s and 

 pattern-maker s room, and its winding up in a machine-shop. There 

 would be an English shop, remarkably like a printing-office; and 

 the &quot; Printer s Hand-Book&quot; of that day might strike us an admira 

 ble drill in the art of using the English language, as well as in that 

 of sticking type almost as good as a grammar ! There would be a 

 woman s workshop, where the pale Hortense, at heart a good deal 

 more sensible, earnest, and womanly than society supposes, would 

 strive for the bloom and &quot;faculty&quot; of Mary. The blessed Mrs. 

 Grundy would be dead! And there would be a mason s, carpenter s, 

 and smith s shops. Not a shop of them would cost $5,000; and 

 some, not half of it; because they would be shops, warm, light, 

 cheerful, but workshops not requiring costly foundations and tall, 

 heavy walls, not finished as are parlors, nor wasting space in broad 

 corridors. And they would not have been fore-ordained by men of a 

 previous generation, who, to save the lives of the best of them, 

 could not possibly have foretold just what buildings such a college 

 would need. As, in the process of its growth, a want had been felt, 

 its shop was supplied; and each generation had footed its own bills. 

 No! it would not look like our great colleges; but very remarkably 

 like a nest of real educational workshops, where flesh and blood 

 students acquired marketable skill for industrial labor. In it, drill 

 in the art would have greater prominence than the stringing of facts 

 on the threads of a system; and the requirements of the art would 

 serve as a skimmer to lift the cream of science as needed. Knowl 

 edge would be shoved paying end first, and not everlastingly phil 

 osophic end first. For the world has gotten back to the history of 

 its own experience, where art was the Columbus, discovering science. 

 In it, educational common sense would have supplanted uncommon 

 educational nonsense. And leaving it, the newly fledged graduate, 

 as does the newly fledged &quot; jour.,&quot; would at once earn a living. 

 Such an Agricultural College would be in keeping with its object, 

 with the requirements and genius of labor, with itself ! And, too, 

 it would be in keeping with a rich, broad State, carpeted by emerald 

 grasses, belted by golden grain, clumped with orchards, moving 

 with herds, clustering with villages, threaded by railroads, flecked 

 with countless smoke-offerings from the altars of industry to the 

 god of labor. 



Some day; somewhere; somehow! 



