d daily, for five years, from the age of eight to that of thirteen, to the private school of William Wells, an institution which was then regarded as being — with the possible exception of the Bosto to fit for Harvard College, and which was therefore much sought by the best Boston families.
Mr. Wells was an Englishman of the old stamp, erect, vigorous, manly, who abhorred a mean or cowardly bonearer.
The evil was, however, tempered by a great deal of wholesome athletic activity, which Mr. Wells encouraged: there was perpetual playing of ball and of fascinating running games; and we were -though I have sometimes seen this attributed to it, as in Adams's Life of Richard Dana, --but Mr. Wells carried always a rattan in his hand, and it descended frequently on back and arm. Being very fed the rod; but I can see now that its very presence was somewhat degrading to boyish nature.
Mr. Wells taught us absolutely nothing but Latin and Greek, yet these he inculcated most faithfully, and