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of his subordinates.
His name was William Batcheldor Greene.
But all these companionships were wholly secondary to one which was for me most memorable, and brought joy for a few years and sorrow for many.
Going through the doors of Divinity Hall I met one day a young man so handsome in his dark beauty that he seemed like a picturesque Oriental; slender, keen-eyed, raven-haired, he arrested the eye and the heart like some fascinating girl.
This was William Hurlbert (originally Hurlbut), afterward the hero of successive novels,--Kingsley's “Two years ago,” Winthrop's “Cecil Dreeme,” and my own “Malbone,” --as well as of actual events stranger than any novels.
He was the breaker, so report said, of many hearts, the disappointer of many high hopes,--and this in two continents; he was the most variously gifted and accomplished man I have ever known, acquiring knowledge as by magic,passing easily for a Frenchman in France, an Italian in Italy, a Spaniard in Spanish countries; beginning his career as a radical young Unitarian divine, and ending it as a defender of despotism.
He was also for a time a Roman Catholic, but died in the Church of England.
The turning-point of Hurlbert's life occurred, for me at least, when I met him once, to my
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