r arose in his school.
He instructed three of us in Latin and Greek.
He did not insist on absolute quiet, and allowed whispering.
If the hum was too great he would gently request silence, and always got it. When he forgot to ask for it, old Galen James of the school committee who was often present, would call out in his deep voice, Oyez, oyez.
We did not know what Mr. James meant, and perhaps he did not either, but it sounded sympathetic and so we became quieter.
The high school numbered fMr. James meant, and perhaps he did not either, but it sounded sympathetic and so we became quieter.
The high school numbered far more girls than boys.
I remember well Rebecca, Chastina, Garaphylia and Esmeralda, the four pretty daughters of Isaac Sprague, a leading ship builder; Caroline Blake, daughter of Oliver Blake, a dry goods merchant; Maria Fuller, daughter of George Fuller, a ship builder of South street; Harriet Stetson, daughter of Jotham Stetson, another ship builder on the same street; Mary Peck and Lucy Peck, daughters of Thos. R. Peck of the hat factory, all nice girls, but I fear none remain to hear m