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m any honest and intelligent citizen of that Commonwealth who answers the question。 This was one of two or three friendships that lasted。 There were other friends and classmates； one of them a natural humorist of the liveliest sort； who would have been quarantined in any Puritan port； his laugh was so potently contagious。
Of the noted men of Andover the one whom I remember best was Professor Moses Stuart。 His house was nearly opposite the one in which I resided and I often met him and listened to him in the chapel of the Seminary。 I have seen few more striking figures in my life than his； as I remember it。 Tall； lean； with strong； bold features； a keen； scholarly； accipitrine nose； thin； expressive lips； great solemnity and impressiveness of voice and manner； he was my early model of a classic orator。 His air was Roman； his neck long and bare like Cicero's； and his toga；that is his broadcloth cloak；was carried on his arm； whatever might have been the weather； with such a statue…like rigid grace that he might have been turned into marble as he stood； and looked noble by the side of the antiques of the Vatican。
Dr。 Porter was an invalid； with the prophetic handkerchief bundling his throat； and his face 〃festooned〃as I heard Hillard say once； speaking of one of our College professorsin folds and wrinkles。 Ill health gives a certain common character to all faces； as Nature has a fixed course which she follows in dismantling a human countenance： the noblest and the fairest is but a death's…head decently covered over for the transient ceremony of life； and the drapery often falls half off before the procession has passed。
Dr。 Woods looked his creed more decidedly； perhaps； than any of the Professors。 He had the firm fibre of a theological athlete； and lived to be old without ever mellowing； I think； into a kind of half… heterodoxy； as old ministers of stern creed are said to do now and then；just as old doctors grow to be sparing of the more exasperating drugs in their later days。 He had manipulated the mysteries of the Infinite so long and so exhaustively； that he would have seemed more at home among the mediaeval schoolmen than amidst the working clergy of our own time。
All schools have their great men； for whose advent into life the world is waiting in dumb expectancy。 In due time the world seizes upon these wondrous youth； opens the shell of their possibilities like the valves of an oyster； swallows them at a gulp； and they are for the most part heard of no more。 We had two great men； grown up both of them。 Which was the more awful intellectual power to be launched upon society； we debated。 Time cut the knot in his rude fashion by taking one away early； and padding the other with prosperity so that his course was comparatively noiseless and ineffective。 We had our societies； too； one in particular； 〃The Social Fraternity；〃 the dread secrets of which I am under a lifelong obligation never to reveal。 The fate of William Morgan； which the community learned not long after this time； reminds me of the danger of the ground upon which I am treading。
There were various distractions to make the time not passed in study a season of relief。 One good lady； I was told； was in the habit of asking students to her house on Saturday afternoons and praying with and for them。 Bodily exercise was not； however； entirely superseded by spiritual exercises； and a rudimentary form of base…ball and the heroic sport of football were followed with some spirit。
A slight immature boy finds his materials of though and enjoyment in very shallow and simple sources。 Yet a kind of romance gilds for me the sober tableland of that cold New England hill where I came in contact with a world so strange to me； and destined to leave such mingled and lasting impressions。 I looked across the valley to the hillside where Methuen hung suspended； and dreamed of its wooded seclusion as a village paradise。 I tripped lightly down the long northern slope with facilis descensus on my lips； and toiled up again； repeating sed revocare gradum。 I wandered' in the autumnal woods that crown the 〃Indian Ridge；〃 much wondering at that vast embankment； which we young philosophers believed with the vulgar to be of aboriginal workmanship； not less curious； perhaps； since we call it an escar； and refer it to alluvial agencies。 The little Shawshine was our swimming…school； and the great Merrimack； the right arm of four toiling cities； was within reach of a morning stroll。 At home we had the small imp to make us laugh at his enormities； for he spared nothing in his talk； and was the drollest little living protest against the prevailing solemnities of the locality。 It did not take much to please us； I suspect； and it is a blessing that this is apt to be so with young people。 What else could have made us think it great sport to leave our warm beds in the middle of winter and 〃camp out；〃on the floor of our room；with blankets disposed tent…wise； except the fact that to a boy a new discomfort in place of an old comfort is often a luxury。
More exciting occupation than any of these was to watch one of the preceptors to see if he would not drop dead while he was praying。 He had a dream one night that he should； and looked upon it as a warning； and told it round very seriously； and asked the boys to come and visit him in turn； as one whom they were soon to lose。 More than one boy kept his eye on him during his public devotions； possessed by the same feeling the man had who followed Van Amburgh about with the expectation； let us not say the hope； of seeing the lion bite his head off sooner or later。
Let me not forget to recall the interesting visit to Haverhill with my room…mate； and how he led me to the mighty bridge over the Merrimack which defied the ice…rafts of the river； and to the old meetinghouse； where； in its porch； I saw the door of the ancient parsonage； with the bullet…hole in it through which Benjamin Rolfe； the minister； was shot by the Indians on the 29th of August； 1708。 What a vision it was when I awoke in the morning to see the fog on the river seeming as if it wrapped the towers and spires of a great city！for such was my fancy； and whether it was a mirage of youth or a fantastic natural effect I hate to inquire too nicely。
My literary performances at Andover； if any reader who may have survived so far cares to know； included a translation from Virgil； out of which I remember this couplet； which had the inevitable cockney rhyme of beginners：
〃Thus by the power of Jove's imperial arm The boiling ocean trembled into calm。〃
Also a discussion with Master Phinehas Barnes on the case of Mary； Queen of Scots； which he treated argumentatively and I rhetorically and sentimentally。 My sentences were praised and his conclusions adopted。 Also an Essay； spoken at the great final exhibition； held in the large hall up…stairs； which hangs oddly enough from the roof； suspended by iron rods。 Subject； Fancy。 Treatment； brief but comprehensive； illustrating the magic power of that brilliant faculty in charming life into forgetfulness of all the ills that flesh is heir to；the gift of Heaven to every condition and every clime； from the captive in his dungeon to the monarch on his throne； from the burning sands of the desert to the frozen icebergs of the poles； frombut I forget myself。
This was the last of my coruscations at Andover。 I went from the Academy to Harvard College； and did not visit the sacred hill again for a long time。
On the last day of August； 1867； not having been at Andover ； for many years； I took the cars at noon； and in an hour or a little more found myself at the station；just at the foot of the hill。 My first pilgrimage was to the old elm； which I remembered so well as standing by the tavern； and of which they used to tell the story that it held； buried in it by growth； the iron rings put round it in the old time to keep the Indians from chopping it with their tomahawks。 I then began the once familiar toil of ascending the long declivity。 Academic villages seem to change very slowly。 Once in a hundred years the library burns down with all its books。 A new edifice or two may be put up； and a new library begun in the course of the same century； but these places are poor； for the most part； and cannot afford to pull down their old barracks。
These sentimental journeys to old haunts must be made alone。 The story of them must be told succinctly。 It is like the opium…smoker's showing you the pipe from which he has just inhaled elysian bliss； empty of the precious extract which has given him his dream。
I did not care much for the new Academy building on my right； nor for the new library building on my left。 But for these it was surprising to see how little the scene I remembered in my boyhood had changed。 The Professors' houses looked just as they used to； and the stage… coach landed its passengers at the Mansion House as of old。 The pale brick seminary buildings were behind me on the left； looking as if 〃Hollis〃 and 〃Stoughton〃 had been transplanted from Cambridge； carried there in the night by orthodox angels； perhaps； like the Santa Casa。 Away to my left again； but abreast of me； was the bleak； bare old Academy
