th Socrates,—after following unfoldings of this wonderful panorama, I must say that the earliest view is that which I hold to most, that, namely, of the heavenly Being whose presence was beneficence, whose word was judgment whose brief career on earth ended in a sacrifice, whose purity and pathos have had much to do with the redemption of the human race from barbarism and the rule of the animal passions.
During the first score of years of my married life, I resided for the most part at South Boston.
This remoteness from city life insured to me a good deal of quiet leisure, much of which I devoted to my favorite pursuits.
It was in these days that I turned to my almost forgotten Latin, and read the Aeneid and the histories of Livy and Tacitus.
At a later date my brother gave me Orelli's edition of Horace, and I soon came to delight much in that quasi-Hellenic Roman.
I remember especially the odes which my brother pointed out to me as his favorites.
These were: Maecenas atavis e
is line:—
Christ to the young man said, Give me thy heart.
Mr. Hale spoke of Sam Longfellow as a valued friend, and remarked upon the modesty and sweetness of his disposition.
I saw him the other day, said Mr. Hale. He showed me a box of colors which he had long desired to possess, and which he had just purchased.
Sam said to me, I thought I might have this now.
He was fond of sketching from nature.
Years after this time, I heard Mr. Longfellow preach at the Hawes Church in South Boston.
After the service I invited him to take a Sunday dinner with Dr. Howe and myself.
He consented, and I remember that in the course of our conversation he said, Theodore Parker has made things easier for us young ministers.
He has demolished so much which it was necessary to remove.
The collection entitled Hymns of the Spirit, and published under the joint names of Samuel Longfellow and Samuel Johnson, is a valuable one, and the hymns which Mr. Longfellow himself contributed to the rep
