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Edward L. Pierce, Memoir and letters of Charles Sumner: volume 1, Chapter 5: year after College.—September, 1830, to September, 1831.—Age, 19-20. (search)
1853 Works, Vol. III. pp. 212-214. Sumner and the classmates with whom he had been intimate kept up their interest in each other. Gifts of books were interchanged. He gave a Byron to Browne, and a Milton to Hopkinson; and received from Browne Sterne's Sentimental Journey, and from Hopkinson a polyglot Bible. Sumner gave his classmate Kerr, in their Senior year in college, the Apothegms of Paulus Manutius, an edition printed in Venice in 1583. Having access to bookstores and libraries,. I fear that mathematics will yet conquer me. Browne appears in as good spirits as I ever knew him to be. I spent three days with him, the greater part of which time was spent both by him and myself in the court-room. While there, he gave me a Sterne's Sentimental Journey, neatly bound. . . . Your friend, C. S. To Charlemagne Tower. Boston, Dec. 8, 1830. Never, my friend, when the heavens have been dressed in their scorching robes of brass for weeks, was a drop of rain more grateful
Edward L. Pierce, Memoir and letters of Charles Sumner: volume 1, Chapter 11: Paris.—its schools.—January and February, 1838.—Age, 27. (search)
n law reform. at the Law School,—a man of about thirty-five, without having any thing particularly interesting about him. After that, took a long walk to the immense Hopital Salpetriere, where there are five thousand infirm and aged women, it being a great almshouse. As I left this establishment, I met on the sidewalk a person of rather humble appearance, of whom I asked some question, which enabled him to detect me as a foreigner. It seems that he understood a little English, and had read Sterne's Sentimental Journey,—a book, by the way, which appears to be read a great deal in France,—and he wished to understand more. He frankly told me that he was a mechanic, who could only find time to study on Sundays, and that he could not afford to hire an instructor in English. He accordingly proposed to render me assistance in acquiring French, if I would return the same assistance to him with regard to English. The whole rencontre was so odd that I at first feared some deception, and bu<