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These are very old truths-I did not discover nor invent them-they are not covered by copyright—“Cast thy bread upon the waters."

Young Tyndall was melted by Owen's passionate appeal of each for all and all for each. To live for humanity seemed the one desirable thing. His loving Irish heart was melted.

He sought Owen out at his hotel, and they talked, talked till three o'clock in the morning.

Owen was a judge of men—his success depended upon this one thing, as that of every successful business must. He saw that Tyndall was a rare soul & nearly fulfilled his definition of a gentleman. Tyndall had hope, faith and splendid courage, but best of all he had that hunger for truth which classes him forever among the sacred few.

During his work out-of-doors on surveying trips he had studied the strata; gotten on good terms with birds, bugs and bees; he knew the flowers and weeds, and loved all the animate things of nature, so that he recognized their kinship to himself, and he hesitated to kill or destroy.

Education is a matter of desire, and a man like Tyndall is getting an education wherever he is. All is grist that comes to his mill.

Owen had but recently started "Queenswood College" in Hampshire, and nothing would do but Tyndall should go there as a teacher of science.

"Is he a skilled and educated teacher?" some one asked Owen.

"Better than that," replied Owen, "he is a regular firebrand of enthusiasm.”

And so Tyndall resigned his position with the railroad and moved over to England, taking up his home at "Harmony Hall."

"Harmony Hall" was a beautiful brick building with the letters C. M. carved on the corner stone in recognition of the Commencement of the Millennium. The pupils were mostly workers in the Owen mills who had shown some special aptitude for education. The pupils and teachers all worked at manual labor a certain number of hours daily. There was a most delightful feeling of comradeship about the institution. Tyndall was happy in his work. He gave lectures on everything, and taught the things that no one else could teach, and of course he got more out of the lessons than any of the scholars.

But after a few months' experience with the ideal life, Tyndall had common sense enough to see that Harmony Hall, instead of being the spontaneous expression of the people who shared its blessings, was really a charity maintained by one Robert Owen. It was a beneficent autocracy—a sample of one-man power, beautifully expressed

Robert Owen planned it, built it, directed it and made good any financial deficit. Instead of socialism it was a kindly despotism. A few of the scholars did their level best to help themselves and help the place, but

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"You cannot educate people who do not want to be educated," said Tyndall. The value of an education lies in the struggle to get it. Do too much for people, and they will do nothing for themselves.

Many of the students at Harmony Hall had been sent there by Owen, because he, in the greatness of his heart and the blindness of his zeal, thought they needed education. They may have needed it, but they did not want it-ease was their aim.

The indifference and ingratitude Robert Owen met with did not discourage him-it only gave him an occasional pause. He thought that the bad example of English society was too close to his experiments-it vitiated the atmosphere.

So he came over to America and founded the town of New Harmony, Indiana. The fine solid buildings he erected in Posey County, then a wilderness, are still there. As for the most romantic and interesting history of New Harmony, Robert Owen and his socialistic experiments, I must refer the gentle reader to the Encyclopedia Brittanica, a work I have found very useful in the course of making my original researches ❀❀

After a year at Harmony Hall, Tyndall saw he would have to get out or else become a victim of arrested development, through too much acceptance of a strong

man's bounty. "You cannot afford to accept anything for nothing," he said. Life at Harmony Hall to him was very much like life in a monastery, to which stricken men flee when the old world seems too much for them. "When all the people live the ideal life, I'll live it, but until then I'm only one of the great many strugglers." Besides, he felt that in missing university training he had dropped something out of his life. Now he would go to Germany and see for himself what he had missed.

While railroading he had saved up nearly four hundred pounds. This money he had offered at one time to invest in shares in the Owen mills. But Robert Owen said, "Wait two years and then see how you feel!"

Robert Owen was no financial exploiter. Tyndall may have differed with him in a philosophic way, but they never ceased to honor and respect each other.

And so John Tyndall bade the ideal life good-bye, and went out into the stress, strife and struggle resolved to spend his two thousand dollars in bettering his education, and then start life anew.

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read the book, and read it aloud to others and spoke of it as, "A message from the gods.”

He also read every word that Carlyle put in print. It was Carlyle who introduced him to German philosophy and German literature, and fired him with a desire to see for himself what Germany was doing. ¶ Germany had still another mystic tie that drew him thitherward. It was at Marburg, Germany, that his illustrious namesake had published his translation of the Bible.

At Marburg there was a university, small, 't was true, but its simplicity and the cheapness of living there were recommendations.

So to Marburg he went. We think we do things because we choose, but all we really do is to succumb to attractions.

At Marburg, Tyndall found lodgings in a little street called "Heretic's Row." Possibly there be people who think that Tyndall's taking a room there was chance, too. Chance is natural law not understood.

Marburg is a very lovely little town that clings amid a forest of trees to the rocky hillside overlooking the River Lahn. Tyndall was very happy at Marburg—and at times very miserable.

The beauty of the place appealed to him. He was a climber by nature, and the hills were a continual temptation. But the language was new; and before this his work had all been of a practical kind. College seems small and trival after you have been in the actual world of affairs.