... between Higginson and Hurlbut, begun when they were both theological students and continued into these Worcester years, was destined to end in sorrow. After coolness began to separate the friends, Mr. Higginson still wrote to Hurlbut once a month, but scarcely ever received a reply. Still, O changing child, he exclaimed, out of the depths of my charity I still believe in you and out of the depths of my he...