n Boston, and used to go often to the college and watch him at work.
A drearier place than the college grounds were at this time can hardly be imagined.
It was simply a bare, barren hill, without a shrub or bush to break the monotony of the surroundings.
The building itself was far from attractive.
It stood square and alone, and was repellent to any one of artistic tastes.
But see to what it has grown, and what a place of charm its surroundings have become.
Its second president, Dr. Alonzo A. Miner, I knew from my earliest boyhood.
He was born on the farm next that of my father, and though much older than I, that fellowtownsman sort of feeling made him seem near.
I have referred to the Medford House.
In the wintertime it used to be the objective point of sleighing parties from Boston.
Occasionally these were of a hilarious character, and gave the place a rather unpleasant reputation.
Like all country hotels, it had its regular hangers — on who were always ready to drink a