ity of expression, which places the face in
quick sympathetic relations with the lecturer. This was a young man
with such a face; and I found,--for you have guessed that I was the
"Professor" above-mentioned,--that, when there was anything difficult to
be explained, or when I was bringing out some favorite illustration of a
nice point, (as, for instance; when I compared the cell-growth, by which
Nature builds up a plant or an animal, to the glassblower's similar mode
of beginning,--always with a hollow sphere, or vesicle, whatever he is
going to make,) I naturally looked in his face and gauged my success by
its expression.

It was a handsome face,--a little too pale, perhaps, and would have
borne something more of fulness without becoming heavy. I put the
organization to which it belongs in Section B of Class 1 of my
Anglo-American Anthropology (unpublished). The jaw in this section is
but slightly narrowed,--just enough to make the width of the forehead
tell more decidedly. The moustache often grows vigorously, but the
whiskers are thin. The skin is like that of Jacob, rather than like
Esau's. One string of the animal nature has been taken away, but this
gives only a greater predominance to the intellectual chords. To see
just how the vital energy has been toned down, you must contrast one of
this section with a specimen of Section A of the same class,--say, for
instance, one of the old-fashioned, full-whiskered, red-faced, roaring,
big Commodores of the last generation, whom you remember, at least by
their portraits, in ruffled shirts, looking as hearty as butchers and as
plucky as bull-terriers, with their hair combed straight up from their
foreheads, which were not commonly very high or broad. The special form
of physical life I have been describing gives you a right to expect more
delicate perceptions and a more reflective, nature than you commonly
find in shaggy-throated men, clad in heavy suits of muscles.

The student lingered in the lecture-room, looking all the time as if he
wanted to say something in private, and waiting for two or three others,
who were still hanging about, to be gone.

Something is wrong!--I said to myself, when I noticed his
expression.--Well, Mr. Langdon,--I said to him, when we were alone,--can
I do anything for you to-day?

You can, Sir,--he said.--I am going to leave the class, for the present,
and keep school.

Why, that 's a pity, and you so near graduating! You'd better stay an