and was trying to nestle in my
bosom! I parted from him, however, none the worse for his companionship
so far as I can remember.

Of the boys who were at school with me at Andover one has acquired great
distinction among the scholars of the land. One day I observed a new boy
in a seat not very far from my own. He was a little fellow, as I
recollect him, with black hair and very bright black eyes, when at length
I got a chance to look at them. Of all the new-comers during my whole
year he was the only one whom the first glance fixed in my memory, but
there he is now, at this moment, just as he caught my eye on the morning
of his entrance. His head was between his hands (I wonder if he does not
sometimes study in that same posture nowadays!) and his eyes were
fastened to his book as if he had been reading a will that made him heir
to a million. I feel sure that Professor Horatio Balch Hackett will not
find fault with me for writing his name under this inoffensive portrait.
Thousands of faces and forms that I have known more or less familiarly
have faded from my remembrance, but this presentment of the youthful
student, sitting there entranced over the page of his text-book,--the
child-father of the distinguished scholar that was to be,--is not a
picture framed and hung up in my mind's gallery, but a fresco on its
walls, there to remain so long as they hold together.

My especial intimate was a fine, rosy-faced boy, not quite so free of
speech as myself, perhaps, but with qualities that promised a noble
manhood, and ripened into it in due season. His name was Phinehas
Barnes, and, if he is inquired after in Portland or anywhere in the State
of Maine, something will be heard to his advantage from 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 solemnit