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                <author>Mullins, William Sidney, 1824-1878</author>
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                <head>Letter from <name key="pn0001246" reg="Mullins, William Sidney" type="person">William Sidney Mullins</name> to <name key="x" reg="x" type="person">P.
                        Henry Winston</name>, September 23, 1840</head>
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                        <name key="name0001146" reg="University of North Carolina" type="organization">University of No. Ca.</name>
                        <date>Sept. 23, 1840</date>
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                    <salute>Dear <name key="x" reg="x" type="person">Pat</name></salute>
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                <p>In commencing to write to you I feel like the Irishman who put to sea in his
                    canoe without chart or compass, and when asked where he was going and how he
                    would steer, replied "<name key="pn0000589" reg="God" type="person">God</name> knows for by <name key="pn0000311" reg="Christ" type="person">Jasus</name>, I don't" If I had time I could write to you a letter at
                    least as long as a President's Message and even then it would only be a preface,
                    but I have it not and it is useless to bewail the want of it. The Fresh-Treat
                    deserves a passing notice but I must leave that to "the coming
                    Christmas time" when we shall meet and in personal conversation recount
                    the striking incidents of our respective courses. Besides you can have a full
                    and accurate account by consulting <name key="x" reg="x" type="person">James
                        M<hi rend="sup">c</hi>Neill</name>, with whose farther attendance on College duties, their
                    Honours, the Faculty have been graciously pleased to dispense, in consideration
                    of his preferring a friendly game of "High, Low, Jack" on
                    Sunday night to hearing the word of <name key="pn0000589" reg="God" type="person">God</name> expound[ed] with sundry other exercises
                    too numerous to mention. The fact is, <name key="name0001146" reg="University of                         North Carolina" type="organization">College</name> is in a state of open
                    Rebellion at this moment and the Faculty know it. To enable you to understand
                    the present state of affairs I will give you a brief sketch of College History
                    for this Session. The discipline in the <name key="name0001146" reg="University of                         North Carolina" type="organization">University</name> has been for some time
                    very slack and the lenient system of government has been fully tested. The
                    result has been precisely that which everyone of common sense foretold. All
                    strictness of morality has vanished, while at the same time <hi rend="underscore">College is much more moral</hi>. This may seem a paradox
                    but it is literally true. In small things, such as talking in recitation,
                    drinking occasionally, and playing cards once and a while, we are more open but
                    careless for detection. But in all that relates to riot, habitual intoxication,
                    and gambling we are completely reformed. The Faculty however were not satisfied
                    and on the first day of the Session announced that the cords of discipline were
                    to be tightened. We took fire at this and determined to loosen them and played a
                    high trump in the commencement of the game. This was the <name key="name0001137" reg="Ugly Club" type="organization">Ugly Club</name> of which you may have
                    heard. It occurred on the first Saturday night of the Session and when the
                    Faculty attempted to suppress it, they were pelted with rocks and compelled to
                    retire, whereupon <name key="pn0001194" reg="Mitchell, Elisha" type="person">Prof.
                        Mitchell</name> procured a <hi rend="underscore">sword cane</hi> and sallied
                    forth but was again driven back. They came very near sending off ten men about
                    that but were afraid. They now returned our lead and this was a new law of
                    Internal Police. This made matters worse and it was soon evident that there was
                    to be an insurrection in College. <name key="pn0001638" reg="Swain, David Lowry" type="person">Gov. Swain</name> was continually making<pb id="unc06-51-p02" n="2"/>boasts of what he would do and sure enough, he was telling the
                    truth. His promised restrictions were attempted. The Soph Class rebelled against
                    a law and two were sent off. The whole class signed a paper and sent it in to
                    the Faculty stating that they intended to pursue the same course. This was done
                    at two oclock. The Faculty replied that they would all be dismissed if the paper
                    was not withdrawn by four oclock. That time came and they were summoned before
                    the Faculty and asked their intention. They undauntedly persevered: threats,
                    persuasions, and prayers were all resorted to, and were all vain. They then
                    extended the time to seven oclock and told the class positively if the notice
                    was not withdrawn by that time, they would immediately be dismissed. At that
                    time the same scene was acted but they were positive and the Faculty again
                    backed out. But the <name key="pn0001638" reg="Swain, David Lowry" type="person">Governor</name> read a paper stating if they had not submitted by Twelve
                    oclock next day, they would be no longer members of the Institution. At that
                    time the class and the Faculty assembled. They were asked their determination
                    and they replied that they could not recede. Whereupon the Faculty made <hi rend="underscore">the demanded amendment</hi> and thus were conquered by
                    the students. This of course created an intense excitement and during these two
                    days none studied any. It was rumoured that the same law was to be extended to
                    our class and a paper was drawn up and signed (or promised to be) by 34 out of
                    thirty eight stating that we would not submit to the law and therefore demanded
                    an "Honourable Dismission." The Faculty heard of it and
                    declined extending the Law to our class. But they were not yet taught by
                    experience and were even still more determined than before to make experiments
                    in government. They continually practiced those petty tyrannies, which
                    instructors always may exercise and which never fail to exasperate the student
                    to the highest degree. As a requital for these the Fresh Treat was wrought on
                    but we <hi rend="underscore">now</hi> seem to have gone too far with it. The
                        <name key="name0000352" reg="Executive Committee, Board of Trustees" type="organization">Executive Committee</name> have taken the affair into
                    their hands and a public summons to all the <name key="name0000107" reg="Board of                         Trustees" type="organization">Trustees</name> of the <name key="name0001146" reg="University of North Carolina" type="organization">University</name> has
                    been issued. They assemble on Friday and much anxiety is felt by some with
                    regard to their deliberations. They threaten to send off Forty and if this is
                    the case, you will see me next Monday morning enter your store-door, grinning as
                    usual, and hear me, after a few jokes, propose a Debating Frolic in
                    commemoration of my safe deliverance from thralldom to the unprincipled
                    scoundrels who preside over the destinies of this venerable institution. (long
                    sentence, eh <gap reason="[unrecovered]"/>ing?).</p>
                <p>But adieu to this stuff and let me now come to some more interesting subject. You
                    told me in you letter that you had argued the Question, "Is a child
                    possessed of Soul before it is born." Returning from the Post-Office
                    the morning I received your letter, I read that passage to the friend who
                    accompanied me. We forthwith fell into an argument, he in the Neg. and I in the
                    Aff. and we argued it a week. I have read more articles in the Encyclopedia
                    about Begetting, Conception, and Bringing forth, than I ever would have thought
                    myself able to wade through. The result is however that I am confirmed in my
                    position. Pray what side did you take on the subject. I am the busiest man you
                    have ever seen. You know the course affairs took in our <name key="name0000362" reg="Fayetteville, NC" type="place">Fayetteville</name> Society, we had
                    parties and rivalries, et cetera. The same thing is being enacted in College and
                    all my actions are regulated by Party Spirit. So far I am successful and if the
                        <name key="name0000352" reg="Executive Committee, Board of Trustees" type="organization">Executive Committee</name> mind their business<pb id="unc06-51-p03" n="3"/>I shall trust to Fortune for the future. God!
                        <name key="x" reg="x" type="person">Winston</name>, you should be here. It
                    is the finest field to study Human Nature that I have ever witnessed. Every
                    shade of character is exhibited and in noticing differences and examining the
                    force of different motives on different men I am deeply absorbed. I often enough
                    laugh at the interest which a fellow student supposes I am taking in his plans,
                    when it is all a bait to lure him to my own trap. Such is the whole drama of
                    life with this difference, that there, the plot embraces more incidents. I know
                    not why it is, but though I am pursueing this course willingly, I often regret
                    it. A cloud of gloom often comes over the high-strained gaiety of my spirits and
                    I sicken at the contemplation of the scenes around me. <q>
                        <lg type="verse"><l>"This world is all a fluting show</l>
                        <l>"For Man's Illusion given"</l></lg>
                    </q> is a remark which I often make, when I have obtained a victory for which I
                    have during weeks made every exertion. Happiness, nor aught that approximates in
                    nature to that coveted boon, hath ever visited our earth, and the most that we
                    can do is to protract that fatal hour when apathy succedes to excitement and
                    calm misery to buoyant hope. <name key="pn0000595" reg="Gordon, George Noel, Lord                         Byron" type="person">Byron</name> in that immortal legacy, which he
                    bequeathed to the world in the publication of Childe Harold, has sung<q>
                        <lg type="verse">
                            <l>"Tis an old Lesson: Time approves it true</l>
                            <l>And those who know it best, deplore it most</l>
                            <l>When all is won [that all desire] to woo</l>
                            <l>The paltry prize [is hardly worth] the cost</l>
                            <l>Youth wasted, minds degraded, honour lost"</l>
                        </lg>
                    </q>and the stern accents of Historic Truth confirm the Lesson. Yes! All that we
                    admire, all for which we strive with a fury of passion worthy of embodied
                    madness, and with an energy of purpose characteristic of Go<gap reason="[unrecovered]"/> is
                    worthless, — valueless — contemptible. But with this firmly impressed on my mind,
                    I could not if I would, and <hi rend="underscore">would not if I could</hi>,
                    separate myself from the foolish ties with which I am enclosed. In the hour of
                    strife, when the keen excitement of intellectual contests spurs me, I discard
                    Philosophy and join in the swelling combat with all the ardour of Enthusiasm.
                    And there it is that I am happy. In the very moment when I am in a minority and
                    yet feel an intense desire to gain the contested point, I find my supreme
                    pleasure. And when the excitement cools off, when success has left me nothing to
                    wish, then the Demon of Misery enters my soul and until I am again borne away by
                    the return of the tide, anguish unmitigated is my state. In fact, I cannot live
                    except in a high state of Excitement. I have it now. Rivalries have me absorbed
                    in their potent sphere and every hour produces an event, the subject of
                    necessary cautious reflection. Thus much on this subject. <hi rend="underscore">I shall never renew it</hi>. I do not like the query you propose. I take
                    the same side with yourself. How do you like this one. "Should
                    Patriotism be considered superior to obedience to Parents." I will take
                    the Affirmative.</p>
                <p>Let me give you a piece of Advice. Just as soon as you get this letter go to
                    Hale's Bookstore and buy "Stanley. A Novel by a man of the world. It is
                    the next greatest book to Helvetius that I have ever read. If you do not buy it,
                    get it for your Library. It is a splendid thing. Read it at all events. There is
                    more knowledge treasured up in it than<pb id="unc06-51-p04" n="4"/>in any work
                    of its size I have ever yet seen. Give my respects to <name key="x" reg="x" type="person">Crow</name> and <name key="x" type="person" reg="x">Banks</name> and tell the latter that if I am not home on Monday, I intend to
                    write him a large manuscript "volume," containing much
                    valuable matter with a vast heap of perfect nonsense. Don't show this to any
                    earthly soul except them two. For God's sake be particular about it. Give my
                    respects to <name key="x" reg="x" type="person">Dr. King</name>, <name key="x" reg="x" type="person">James</name> and <name key="x" reg="x" type="person">Chas. Baker</name>, <name key="x" reg="x" type="person">Walker
                    Pearce</name> and <name key="x" reg="x" type="person">Lisse Smith</name> and
                    yourself receive the assurances of esteem from your youthful and silly but
                    sincere friend,</p>
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