It would do more than this.
If we could find some method of making the University a real mother to her sons--something beyond a building of class-rooms, a Senatus and a lottery of somewhat shabby prizes--we should strike a death-blow at the constrained and unnatural attitude of our Society.

At present we are not a united body, but a loose gathering of individuals, whose inherent attraction is allowed to condense them into little knots and coteries.
Our last snowball riot read us a plain lesson on our condition.

There was no party spirit--no unity of interests.

A few, who were mischievously inclined, marched off to the College of Surgeons in a pretentious file; but even before they reached their destination the feeble inspiration had died out in many, and their numbers were sadly thinned.

Some followed strange gods in the direction of Drummond Street, and others slunk back to meek good-boyism at the feet of the Professors.
The same is visible in better things.