I used to teach a course in Bath for an American undergraduate placement programme. It was a lovely programme, based in Nelson House, just down from the train station, and run by lovely people. An American university oversaw its courses. Over ten weeks or so, five to seven students and I would study the English, French, and American revolutions of the seventeenth and eighteenth centuries, and the counter-revolutions too. We would range from the barebones parliament to Napoleon, and from Tom Paine to the diggers. The courses were based around a source book, and I loved travelling down from Oxford or London to Bath, which I would hang around in at the end of the day before going back via the train bar and a good book. For many years, I taught the source book as a kind of chrestomathy—a collection of documents that illustrated key moments, each of which would help the students learn the language of liberty in the Atlantic world. Though I did of course introduce and refine religious ...
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