a cottage in Dorchester when we received an invitation from Mrs. Farrar, of hospitable memory, to pass the day at her house, with other guests, among whom Margaret Fuller was mentioned.
It was arranged that I should go with Margaret to the church in which the morning meeting would be held.
I had never even heard of Dr. Hedge, but I listened to him with close attention, and can still recall the steely ring of his voice, and the effect of his clear-cut sentences.
The poem was given by Charles Sprague; and of this I only remember that in one couplet, speaking of the wonderful talents which parents are apt to recognize in their children, he asked whence could have come those ordinary men and women whom we all know.
This question provoked some laughter on the part of the audience.
As we left the church, I asked Margaret whether she had not found Dr. Hedge's discourse very good.
She replied, Yes; it was high ground for middle ground.
Many years after this time, I asked Dr. Hedge wh