also, who was small and slight.
was not then a handsome boy, but he had very fine eyes and that Apollo
look about the brow which lighted up a somewhat heavy face.
He and I, with my brother and William Story, afterward eminent as a sculptor, had the happiness to be the only day scholars; for the school, although by no means one of the Dotheboys Hall
type, was yet emphatically of the “Early English
” style, the boys being ruled by a pretty strenuous birch during school hours, and at other times left herded together with little supervision.
Story was already the intimate friend of Lowell
, and rather took the lead of him, being then the Steerforth of the school, joyous, full of life, and variously accomplished.
Many a time I have walked up and down what is now Brattle Street, listening reverently to the talk of these older boys, not always profitable, but sometimes most valuable.
I remember, for instance, their talking over the plot of Spenser
's “Faerie Queene” years before I had read it, and making it so interesting that we younger urchins soon named a nook with shady apple trees near