Stevenson, who invented the steam-engine, was not a college man.  He was the son of a fireman in one of the English collieries.  As a boy, he was himself a laborer in the mines.  Undoubtedly the greatest engineer America has yet produced was Captain Eades, whose fame was world wide; yet this Indiana boy, who constructed the jetties of the Mississippi, built the ship railroad across the Isthmus of Panama and other like wonders, never had a day’s instruction in any higher institution of learning than the common schools of Dearborn County.  Ericsson, who invented the Monitor, and whose creative genius revolutionized naval warfare, was a Swedish immigrant.  Robert Fulton, who invented the steamboat, never went to college.

And take literature:  John Bunyan was not only uneducated, but actually ignorant.  If Milton went to college, I repeat that Shakespeare had no other alma mater than the university of human nature, and that Robert Burns was not a college man.  Our own Washington Irving never saw the inside of any higher institution of learning.  I have already noted that the author of “Thanatopsis” went to college for only a single year.

Among the writers, Lew Wallace, soldier, diplomat, and author, was self-educated.  John Stuart Mill, who is distinguished as a philosopher, is innocent of a college training.  James Whitcomb Riley, our American Burns, is not a “college man.”  Hugh Miller, the Scotchman, whose fame as a geologist is known to all the world of science, did not go to college.

Take statesmanship.  Henry Clay wrested his education from books, experience, and downright hard thinking; and we Americans still like to tell of the immortal Lincoln poring over the pages of his few and hard-won volumes before the glare of the wood-fire on the hearth, or the uncertain light of the tallow dip.  Benjamin Franklin got his education in a print-shop.

In American productive industry, the most conspicuous name, undoubtedly, is that of Andrew Carnegie; yet this great ironmaster, and master of gold as well, who has written as vigorously as he has wrought, was a Scotch immigrant.  George Peabody, the philanthropist, never was inside a college as a student.  He was a clerk when he was eleven years old.

At least three of the most astonishing though legitimate business successes which have been made in the last decade in New York were made by men not yet forty-five years old, none of whom had any other education than our common schools.  I am not sure, but I will hazard the guess that a majority of the great business men of Chicago never saw a college.

These illustrations occur to the mind as I write, and without special selection.  Doubtless, the entire space of this paper might be occupied by nothing more than the names of men who have blessed the race and become historic successes in every possible department of human industry, none of whom ever saw the inside of either college or university.