ich led to the uplifting of the human race.
He wrote beautiful verse, and compiled the best school reader ever published in the United States.
As a matter of course he found enemies in every parish where he served.
It could not well be otherwise.
No man can well please God and the people at the same time.
Pierpont knew that and he did not try.
During my stay in town Tufts College was in process of building.
One of the painters and decorators of the structure was a Frenchman named Louis Randel.
I had known him as a teacher of his native language in 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 i