He was very strong in the languages, particularly Latin.
I studied that before the English grammar, by his advice.
Miss Hale taught the younger pupils in English, but we always recited in language and elocution in the larger room to Mr. Hathaway.
He always seemed to be suffering from a hidden malady that sapped his bodily strength, aud we were conscious of his fortitude in bearing his burden.
He was fine looking, but always pale in countenance.
At the height of its prosperity, in 1860, the school was dispersed by the death of its founder.
Its building still remains in Chestnut street, but used as a dwelling-house.
Mr. Hathaway had a fine sense of humor, as illustrated by the following incident: The Rev. Mr. Haskins, Rector of Grace Episcopal Church, and Mr. Hathaway were college classmates, and each was building a dwellinghouse in Medford at the same time.
Mr. Haskins' house was at West Medford, and was built upon a rock.
Mr. Hathaway's house was, as has been before
ay the broad acres of the Brooks estate, enclosed by walls of dark Medford granite, just behind which were spruce trees, as well as others of deciduous variety.
Well back from the road and on the rising ground were the Mystic hickories, and farther on, but nearer the highway and approached by a curving drive bordered by spruces, was the farmhouse and great barn surmounted by a cupola with a dragon vane.
This barn was then but ten years old, and replaced the one destroyed by an incendiary in 1860.
Its basement was of Medford granite, each column and arched lintel cut from a single block.
Just northward from the farmhouse was the granite arch, built fifty years before, over the canal.
This was of Concord granite, of marked contrast to the somber walls that bordered the highway.
Elms that once bordered the canal banks and shaded the streets later gave the place the name of Elms Farm.
Beyond this, among great oaks, and some pines as well as elms, was the mansion house, the home of
nd Salem streets left (even though the Third Meeting-house, Governor Brooks', the Seccomb and Tufts houses are gone) to give a realistic setting.
Be sure and have Mr. Brooks and his box chaise start from under the great sycamores at his father's door —same old place—and ride down Marm Simonds' hill.
Have Parson Osgood and his daughters come out from the parsonage and go too, and all the others, not forgetting Lydia Maria Francis-she was thirteen and was not a Child then.
We remember going to a Nahant party with some Medford (and other) people in 1860, but they took the cars at West Medford and Medford Steps, and went on steamer Nelly Baker, which was afterward sold to the government in war time.
We had a fish dinner, too, and our first dip in salt water.
Mr. Brooks, when at Hingham in 1819 or 1820, was interested in the first steamboats in Boston harbor.
His Nahant parties were earlier.
We wish he had told more about them, but here is a suggestion for some Medford festiv