Know old Cambridge? Hope you do.-This describes Cambridge as it was forty years since. In spite of its timid conservatism and rather donnish society, as Professor Child termed it, it was one of the pleasantest places to live in on this side the Atlantic. It was a community of a refined and elegant industry, in which every one had a definite work to do, and seemed to be exactly fitted to his or her place,not without some great figures, too, to give it exceptional interest. There was peace and repose under the academic shade, and the obliviousness of its inhabitants to the outside world only rendered this more restful.
Born there? Don't say so! I was too.
(Born in a house with a gambrel-roof,--
Standing still, if you must have proof.-
Nicest place that ever was seen,--
Colleges red and Common green,
Sidewalks brownish with trees between.
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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 affectionately by the students “Jimmy Mills,” was also noted for his wit, and much respected as an admirable instructor.
Doctor Holmes says, in Parson Turell's Legacy:
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