m his little daughter imbibed such reverence that long after the British evacuation she never passed a deserted and battered sentrybox without dropping a courtesy in salutation.
In short, the British lion was to Cambridge boys of that day but a dethroned deity, who might again be restored should such boys relax for a moment their defiance to tyrants.
Then there was the constant service of the antique world in the direction of costume.
Mr. Sales, the Franco-Spanish teacher, who lived till 1854, had cue and hair powder; Dr. Popkin, who died in 1852, wore the last of the cocked hats, which, with his umbrella, is carefully preserved in the Cambridge Public Library.
This implement was one of the three eminent umbrellas which dignified the university town; vast and heavy structures, equally hard to spread or furl; the second belonged to William Jennison, tax-collector, and the other to Professor Hedge, this being commemorated in Holmes's letters as held by the hands of his son Dunham,
nd he appeared to shrink from all associations that recalled her memory too keenly.
For a few years he allowed his name to remain on the list of vice-presidents of the Anti-Slavery Society, but that was all. During the long period of the fugitive slave cases, the Kansas troubles, and the John Brown excitement, I can remember nothing that seemed to identify him seriously with the party of agitation, except that once, on meeting me when I was under indictment after the Anthony Burns affair, in 1854, he put his hand on my head, and said, rather approvingly, This is a traitor's head.
Perhaps he only did it on the general principle announced by Scott in Rob Roy, that treason has been in all ages accounted the crime of a gentleman.
I have since learned from Mr. F. B. Sanborn that Lowell thought of recalling Hosea Biglow to the scene and of sending him to Kansas; and from the moment when he took the helm of the Atlantic Monthly, in 1857, he was felt to be on deck again.
His early papers