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outside acquaintance. The threshold once passed, it seemed amaz- 

 ing that one ever could have considered him formal. No heartier 

 or more genial friendship ever glowed in a human breast. He had 

 been brought up under one of the most brilliant wits of his day. 

 the late Judge Warren, already named; and an inherited playful- 

 ness, softened by an ever-present sense of propriety and modesty, 

 made his conversation inexpressibly delightful. It was so to all; 

 but it was most peculiarly so to such as having been his pupils 

 became after an interval his colleagues in instruction. To them 

 his house and his heart were open in a combination of the elder 

 and the equal hard to describe. There was nothing that mind 

 or heart desired to fill the void caused by exhausting daily work, 

 to heal the blows received from daily stupidity, waywardness, and 

 ingratitude, which a younger teacher could not find in his com- 

 pany, — sympathizing with one's annoyances, confirming one's pur- 

 poses, elevating one from depressing doubts. It had been much 

 to sit at his feet and obey him; it was infinitely more to sit by his 

 side and love him; and the world is darker since his presence lias 

 been withdrawn. 



.Having given years of such public and private work to the 

 College, he saw with pain that methods and aims with which he 

 found it hard to sympathize were in the ascendant; but there was no 

 want of loyalty in the efforts which he made to accept them; and 

 though he distrusted seriously the indefinite extension of an elect- 

 ive system, that s} r stem received no better assistance than he gave 

 it in his advanced courses. The best of the old was equal to the 

 best of the new. It was touching to see how, on not a few occa- 

 sions, his faultless pen, from which flowed the purest of old classi- 

 cal English, was employed to give adequate form to matter which 

 certainly did not originate with his suggestions. 



His nature was sensitive; but it was not the sensitiveness of a 

 morbid or selfish constitution, — it was the sensitiveness of his 

 Pilgrim ancestors, — the sensitiveness of a conscience which loved 

 and courted the gaze of Heaven, and shrank from every transgres- 

 sion of absolute right as an insult to the God of truth. His un- 

 tiring industry, his capacious and penetrating intellect, his ardent 

 energy, were all directed and chastened by his ever living sense of 

 Christian duty; and his work, which may pass unchallenged the 

 severest tests of practical humanity, was devised, carried on, and 

 completed in strictest view of the higher scrutiny which belongs to 

 an eternal standard and an unseen Judge. 



1894. William Everett. 



