MY COLLEGE DAYS
Before entering Yale, I had not solved the problem of how I was to be
carried through the collegiate course without financial backing of a
definite and well-assured character. It was an easy matter to talk about
getting an education by working for it, and there is a kind of romance
in it that captivates the imagination, but it is altogether a different
thing to face it in a business and practical way. So it proved to me,
after I had put my foot into it. I had no one except Brown, who had
already done so much for me in bringing me to this country, and Hammond,
who fitted me for college. To them I appealed for advice and counsel. I
was advised to avail myself of the contingent fund provided for indigent
students. It was in the hands of the trustees of the academy and so well
guarded that it could not be appropriated without the recipient’s
signing a written pledge that he would study for the ministry and
afterwards become a missionary. Such being the case, I made up my mind
that it would be utterly useless for me to apply for the fund. However,
a day was appointed for me to meet the trustees in the parsonage, to
talk over the subject. They said they would be too glad to have me avail
myself of the fund, provided I was willing to sign a pledge that after
graduation I should go back to China as a missionary. I gave the
trustees to understand that I would never give such a pledge for the
following reasons: First, it would handicap and circumscribe my
usefulness. I wanted the utmost freedom of action to avail myself of
every opportunity to do the greatest good in China. If necessary, I
might be obliged to create new conditions, if I found old ones were not
favorable to any plan I might have for promoting her highest welfare.
In the second place, the calling of a missionary is not the only sphere
in life where one can do the most good in China or elsewhere. In such a
vast empire, there can be hardly any limit put upon one’s ambition to do
good, if one is possessed of the Christ-spirit; on the other hand, if
one has not such a spirit, no pledge in the world could melt his
ice-bound soul.
In the third place, a pledge of that character would prevent me from
taking advantage of any circumstance or event that might arise in the
life of a nation like China, to do her a great service.
“For these reasons,” I said, “I must decline to give the pledge and at
the same time decline to accept your kind offer to help me. I thank you,
gentlemen, very much, for your good wishes.”
Both Brown and Hammond afterwards agreed that I took the right view on
the subject and sustained me in my position. To be sure, I was poor, but
I would not allow my poverty to gain the upper hand and compel me to
barter away my inward convictions of duty for a temporary mess of
pottage.
During the summer of 1850, it seems that Brown who had been making a
visit in the South to see his sister, while there had occasion to call
on some of the members of “The Ladies’ Association” in Savannah, Ga., to
whom he mentioned my case. He returned home in the nick of time, just
after I had the interview with the board of trustees of the academy. I
told him of the outcome, when, as stated above, he approved of my
position, and told me what he had done. He said that the members of the
association agreed to help me in college. On the strength of that I
gathered fresh courage, and went down to New Haven to pass my
examination for entrance. How I got in, I do not know, as I had had only
fifteen months of Latin and twelve months of Greek, and ten months of
mathematics. My preparation had been interrupted because the academy had
been broken up by the Palmer & New London R.R. that was being built
close by. As compared with the college preparations of nine-tenths of my
class-mates, I was far behind. However, I passed without condition. But
I was convinced I was not sufficiently prepared, as my recitations in
the class-room clearly proved. Between the struggle of how to make ends
meet financially and how to keep up with the class in my studies, I had
a pretty tough time of it. I used to sweat over my studies till twelve
o’clock every night the whole Freshman year. I took little or no
exercise and my health and strength began to fail and I was obliged to
ask for a leave of absence of a week. I went to East Windsor to get
rested and came back refreshed.
In the Sophomore year, from my utter aversion to mathematics, especially
to differential and integral calculus, which I abhorred and detested,
and which did me little or no good in the way of mental discipline, I
used to fizzle and flunk so often that I really thought I was going to
be dropped from the class, or dismissed from college. But for some
unexplained reasons I was saved from such a catastrophe, and I squeezed
through the second year in college with so low a mark that I was afraid
to ask my division tutor, who happened to be Tutor Blodget, who had me
in Greek, about it. The only redeeming feature that saved me as a
student in the class of 1854, was the fortunate circumstance that I
happened to be a successful competitor on two occasions in English
composition in my division. I was awarded the first prize in the second
term, and the first prize in the third term of the year. These prizes
gave me quite an éclat in the college as well as in the outside world,
but I was not at all elated over them on account of my poor scholarship
which I felt keenly through the whole college course.
Before the close of my second year, I succeeded in securing the
stewardship of a boarding club consisting of sophomores and juniors.
There were altogether twenty members. I did all the marketing and served
at the table. In this way, I earned my board through the latter half of
my college course. In money matters, I was supplied with remittances
from “The Ladies’ Association” in Savannah, and also contributions from
the Olyphant Brothers of New York. In addition to these sources of
supply, I was paid for being an assistant librarian to the “Brothers in
Unity,” which was one of the two college debating societies that owned a
library, and of which I was a member.
In my senior year I was again elected librarian to the same Society and
got $30.00. These combined sums were large enough to meet all my cash
bills, since my wants had to be finely trimmed to suit the cloth. If
most of the country parsons of that period could get along with a salary
of $200 or $300 a year (supplemented, of course, with an annual donation
party, which sometimes carried away more than it donated), having as a
general thing a large family to look after, I certainly ought to have
been able to get through college with gifts of nearly a like amount,
supplemented with donations of shirts and stockings from ladies who took
an interest in my education.
The class of 1854, to which I had the honor and the good fortune to
belong, graduated ninety-eight all told. Being the first Chinaman who
had ever been known to go through a first-class American college, I
naturally attracted considerable attention; and from the fact that I was
librarian for one of the college debating societies (Linonia was the
other) for two years, I was known by members of the three classes above,
and members of the three classes below me. This fact had contributed
toward familiarizing me with the college world at large, and my
nationality, of course, added piquancy to my popularity.
As an undergraduate, I had already acquired a factitious reputation
within the walls of Yale. But that was ephemeral and soon passed out of
existence after graduation.
All through my college course, especially in the closing year, the
lamentable condition of China was before my mind constantly and weighed
on my spirits. In my despondency, I often wished I had never been
educated, as education had unmistakably enlarged my mental and moral
horizon, and revealed to me responsibilities which the sealed eye of
ignorance can never see, and sufferings and wrongs of humanity to which
an uncultivated and callous nature can never be made sensitive. The more
one knows, the more he suffers and is consequently less happy; the less
one knows, the less he suffers, and hence is more happy. But this is a
low view of life, a cowardly feeling and unworthy of a being bearing the
impress of divinity. I had started out to get an education. By dint of
hard work and self-denial I had finally secured the coveted prize and
although it might not be so complete and symmetrical a thing as could be
desired, yet I had come right up to the conventional standard and idea
of a liberal education. I could, therefore, call myself an educated man
and, as such, it behooved me to ask, “What am I going to do with my
education?” Before the close of my last year in college I had already
sketched out what I should do. I was determined that the rising
generation of China should enjoy the same educational advantages that I
had enjoyed; that through western education China might be regenerated,
become enlightened and powerful. To accomplish that object became the
guiding star of my ambition. Towards such a goal, I directed all my
mental resources and energy. Through thick and thin, and the
vicissitudes of a checkered life from 1854 to 1872, I labored and waited
for its consummation.