en, he made
his way to England, and was employed by Mr. Milton, the scrivener of
Bread Street, to teach his gifted son. As he seems to have been married
at the time, it is not probable that he resided with his pupil, but only
visited him daily. Never had master a better pupil, or one who rewarded
him more richly by the splendour of his subsequent career. The poet,
writing to him a few years after he ceased to be his pupil, speaks of
'the incredible and singular gratitude he owed him on account of the
services he had done him,' and calls God to witness that he reverenced
him as his father. In a Latin elegy, after implying that Young was
dearer to him than Socrates to Alcibiades, or than the great Stagyrite to
his generous pupil, Alexander, he goes on to say: 'First, under his
guidance, I explored the recesses of the Muses, and beheld the sacred
green spots of the cleft summit of Parnassus and quaffed the Pierian
cups, and, Clio favouring me, thrice sprinkled my joyful mouth with
Castalian wine;' from which it is clear that Young had done his duty to
his pupil, and that the latter ever regarded him with an affection as
beautiful as rare. Never did a Rugby lad write of Arnold as Milton of
Thomas Young. How long the latter's preceptorship lasted cannot be
determined with precision. 'It certainly closed,' writes Professor
Masson, in that truly awful biography of his, 'when Young left England at
the age of thirty-five, and became pastor of the congregation of British
merchants settled at Hamburg.'

As one of the leaders of the Presbyterian party, Dr. Thomas Young became
Vicar of Stowmarket in due time. He was one of the Smectymnian divines.
As it is not every schoolboy who knows what the term means, let me
explain who they were. Two or three hundred years ago people were much
more controversial than they are now, and very fierce was the battle on
the subject of the relative claims, from a Scriptural point of view, of
Prelacy or Presbytery. One of the most distinguished champions of the
former was Dr. Hall, Bishop of Norwich--a simple, godly, learned man, who
deserves to be held in remembrance, if only for the way in which he got
married. 'Being now settled,' he writes, 'in that sweet and civil county
of Suffolk, the uncouth solitariness of my life, and the extreme
incommodity of that single housekeeping, drew my thoughts, after two
years, to condescend to the necessity of a married state, which God no
less strangel