ing; or possibly a defiant nap might be there indulged.
I have often wished that I had learned from Lowell on which of them he sat during that Hallowe'en night when he watched there vainly for ghosts.
Only one of these longer epitaphs was in English; and the frequent Eheu, or O spes inanis, in the others, made us feel that emotion as well as accuracy might exist in Latin.
Modern cemeteries never seem to me very aweinspiring; but the old New England graveyards, especially in college towns, rs perhaps, but never of its financial treasures.
I can find only one epitaph in the Cambridge churchyard which mentions that the person commemorated was a man of wealth; and that is on the grave of a non-collegiate man, whose inscription is in English.
But we noticed that at the end of the tombstone of the Rev. Samuel Appleton, after all the sonorous Latin the climax came in those superb words from the English Vulgate: They that be wise shall shine as the brightness of the firmament.
town-boys, who were sometimes combative; and I think he occasionally protected Lowell also, who was small and slight.
Lowell was not then a handsome boy, but he had very fine eyes and that Apollo look about the brow which lighted up a somewhat heavy face.
He and I, with my brother and William Story, afterward eminent as a sculptor, had the happiness to be the only day scholars; for the school, although by no means one of the Dotheboys Hall type, was yet emphatically of the Early English style, the boys being ruled by a pretty strenuous birch during school hours, and at other times left herded together with little supervision.
Story was already the intimate friend of Lowell, and rather took the lead of him, being then the Steerforth of the school, joyous, full of life, and variously accomplished.
Many a time I have walked up and down what is now Brattle Street, listening reverently to the talk of these older boys, not always profitable, but sometimes most valuable.