preaching, and so used to distribute my Sunday visits among the places where I was pretty sure to hear it. Medford, in those days, was well supplied with preachers of ability.
The Rev. Jacob M. Manning, of the Mystic Congregational Church, was one of these.
Later he was called to the pulpit of the Old South, in Boston, where he remained until his death.
The Rev. E. P. Marvin, of the Second Congregational Church, was another of local reputation.
The pastor of the Universalist Church, G. V. Maxham, was a man of fine presence, a gentleman, and beloved of his congregation.
He had the poetic instinct, and was the author of some fine poems, which found place in the magazines.
But of all the clergy I loved best to listen to the Unitarian minister, John Pierpont, whose fervency and honesty endeared him to many who were not of his faith.
He was a sturdy abolitionist, a warm advocate of temperance, and an ardent worker in every movement which led to the uplifting of the human race.