ast accounts, they have not been utilized yet. He would often be seen in the horse-cars making figures on scraps of paper, which he carried with him for the purpose, oblivious as ever to what was taking place about him. To have a head like old Benny Pierce has become a proverb in Boston and Cambridge.
Neither did he lack independence of character.
In his later years he not unfrequently attended the meetings of the Radical Club, or Chestnut Street Club, at Mrs. John T. Sargent's, in Boston,--he house with laughter and applause by explaining the mental process which prevented him from appreciating a joke until after all others had done so. This naive confession made his audience like him.
It is a curious geneological fact that Professor Pierce had a son named after him who would seem to have been born in mirth, to have lived in comedy, and died in a jest.
He was a college Yorick who produced roars of laughter in the Dicky and Hasty Pudding clubs.
Another son, called affectionat