Know old Cambridge? Hope you do.-So he wrote, in scores of passages of filial devotion, concerning the village of his boyhood and the
Born there? Don't say so! I was,too.
Nicest place that was ever seen-
Colleges red and Common green.
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at Whittier's passing.
He had already performed the same office for Lowell.
He lingered himself until the autumn of 1894, in his eighty-sixth year-The last Leaf, in truth, of New England's richest springtime.
“No, my friends,” he had said in The Autocrat of the Breakfast table, “I go (always, other things being equal) for the man who inherits family traditions and the cumulative humanities of at least four or five generations.”
The Doctor came naturally by his preference for a “man of family,” being one himself.
He was a descendant of Anne Bradstreet, the poetess.
“Dorothy Q.,” whom he had made the most picturesque of the Quincys, was his great-grandmother.
Wendell Phillips was his cousin.
His father, the Rev. Abiel Holmes, a Yale graduate, was the minister of the First Church in Cambridge, and it was in its “gambrel-roofed” parsonage that Oliver Wendell was born in 1809.
New Haven. Yale University. Press. 1921.
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