t a meeting-house here and sent for him to be pastor.
The church then was on Water street, now Dunster, south of Spring street, now Mt. Auburn.
Hooker soon removed, with most of his congregation, tge.
The first members of Mr. Shepard's church were men prominent in the state, among them Henry Dunster, first president of the college.
As there was, for nearly one hundred years, no other placeismissed, and for a time Samuel Shepard administered the college affairs.
In 1664, however, Henry Dunster became president.
He was a member of Shepard Church, as was also Elijah Corlet, master of tts, Say, each of you, Mitchel shall be the example whom I will imitate.
During this pastorate, Dunster was convicted of Anabaptist views and was compelled to resign in 1654.
In 1671 Uriah Oakes ciel Gookin, William Brattle, Thomas Hilliard, and Mr. Appleton; and of the Harvard presidents, Dunster, Chauncy (on whose tomb is a Latin inscription), Oakes, Leverett, Wadsworth, Holyoke, Willard a
e many who since his day have approved themselves for their abilities, dexterity and painfulness.
The old schoolhouse stood on the westerly side of Holyoke street about half way between Harvard and Mount Auburn streets, on a lot owned by President Dunster of the college.
It was used for school purposes till 1796, then for a printing office.
A second, later schoolhouse was on the southerly side of Garden street, about one hundred feet from Appian Way and a little west of the Episcopal chuhe times.
Having thus established our school system on a permanent basis, before leaping over a period of a century and a half to alight upon personal reminiscences, let us pause for a moment to think of the incredulous distaste with which Madame Dunster and other ladies of her day would have regarded any true prophecy of the present age of bicyles, electric cars, and collegiate education of women.
It is not quite a hundred years since it was ordered that a grammar school should be maintaine
gton gazed on these tiny waves, or lifted his eyes to the misty hills, softly outlined against the sky, as he pondered over the fortunes of the venturesome colonies.
Sweet Dorothy Dudley, whose journal we read so recently, has paused here to note the changing green of the marshes as she carried her lint and bandages to the improvised hospitals.
We can fancy her forgetting the absorbing subject of the war for a minute and knitting her pretty brows in perplexity over the aberrations of President Dunster and thinking what a dreadful thing it is when the Evil One originates peculiar views on baptism to confound college professors.
The afternoon is too short for us to pass in review the many who have felt their puzzles and bothers somewhat soothed by thy even flow, O River Charles!
No less dear are the recent associations with the river.
What venturesome scribbler would dare follow after the poets who have lavished their wealth of fancy and richness of words, most undying of all th