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Edward L. Pierce, Memoir and letters of Charles Sumner: volume 1, Chapter 4: College Life.—September, 1826, to September, 1830.—age, 15-19. (search)
n logic and metaphysics, and John Farrar in mathematics and natural philosophy. Francis Sales Mr. Sumner, some years later, was active in promoting a subscription for the benefit of Mr. Sales. was the instructor in French and Spanish, and Charles Follen in German and the civil law. Of the corps of teachers then in service, none survive. In 1829, Josiah Quincy succeeded Dr. Kirkland in the presidency of the college. Sumner occupied, in his Freshman year, the room numbered 17 Hollis Hall; ingly, adieu. Charles Sumner. N. B.—Spare me! Oh, spare me! Eheu me miserum! ai>= ai>= du/stanos e>gw/! Soph. Oed. Tyr. 1307, 1308. I arrived too late; lost my breakfast; got to University, however, soon enough to be present at one of Follen's lectures. This was the unkindest cut of all. Again, adieu. C. S. The third, beginning with an extract from Shakspeare, contains a full narrative of the suicide of a student, who shot himself about a third of a mile from the colleges,
Edward L. Pierce, Memoir and letters of Charles Sumner: volume 1, Chapter 11: Paris.—its schools.—January and February, 1838.—Age, 27. (search)
y. With her as interpreter, I made known who I was, whence I came, &c. I presented my letters and answered Foelix's inquiries, particularly with regard to you. I very soon found, however, that our mutual ignorance of any language which could serve as a medium for conversation would render our intercourse of but little interest for the present. Foelix is a German by birth, you know, and retains those national features which have continued from the time of Tacitus. He is about the size of Dr. Follen, only somewhat stouter, with hair on his head quite thin but not gray. I should call him fifty-five years old. He is not a man of the world or of dress, but he is absorbed in his Review, upon which he works very hard, and seems full of the dignity and importance of his vocation. In his study, or office, which is a room about as large as your parlor, sat his eldest sister busily engaged in copying papers. I have understood that she is a perfect lawyer, having diligently read all the code