days, was well supplied with preachers of ability.
The Rev. Jacob M. Manning
, of the Mystic
Congregational Church, was one of these.
Later he was called to the pulpit of the Old South, in Boston
, where he remained until his death.
The Rev. E. P. Marvin
, of the Second Congregational Church, was another of local reputation.
The pastor of the Universalist Church, G. V. Maxham
, was a man of fine presence, a gentleman, and beloved of his congregation.
He had the poetic instinct, and was the author of some fine poems, which found place in the magazines.
But of all the clergy I loved best to listen to the Unitarian
minister, John Pierpont
, whose fervency and honesty endeared him to many who were not of his faith.
He was a sturdy abolitionist, a warm advocate of temperance, and an ardent worker in every movement which 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.
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 its surroundings have become.
Its second president, Dr. Alonzo A. Miner
, I knew from my earliest boyhood.
He was born on the farm next that of my father, and though much older than I, that fellowtownsman sort of feeling made him seem near.