the drive in the dark "hack" and our arrival at my Grandfather's house, 

 where I can see my small figure swaggering about the study and occu- 

 pying the centre of the stage. 



The house which was, for so many years, to be my dearly loved home, 

 stands on the west side of the old Seminar)- building (.\lexander Hall). 

 My Grandfather built it in 1S24 and there all of his children, except the 

 oldest, Archibald Alexander Hodge, were born. Before our arrival he 

 had sold the house and much of his land to the Seminan,' and the re- 

 mainder of the land to neighbours, who built their houses on these lots. 

 In 1 861 and for many years after that, a considerable area of land was 

 attached to the house, much more than at present. The yard in front of 

 the house is but Htde changed, but there was an equally large yard 

 behind and beyond that a very extensive vegetable garden. The wood- 

 shed, the poultry- yard, the stable and cow barn were long ago removed, 

 but, with the yards, they made a royal playground for us boys. 



It is time to say something of my beloved Mother and her family, 

 which counted so enormously in my development. She was the oldest 

 daughter and second child (there were eight children, five sons and 

 three daughters) of Charles Hodge and Sarah Bache. My Grandfather 

 ( 1 797-1 878), whom I held in a love and reverence that are quite im- 

 possible to describe, was the son of Dr. Hugh Hodge, ot Philadelphia, 

 a surgeon in Washington's army, and of "the beautiful Miss Blanchard 

 of Boston."' The only other sur\iving child of that marriage was an 

 elder brother. Dr. Hugh Lenox Hodge, a ven.- eminent physician and a 

 professor in the University' of Pennsylvania. My Grandfather was for 

 fift\-six years (1S22-1878) a professor in Princeton Theological Sem- 

 inar.' and was one of the most distinguished and influential of American 

 theologians. He was often called "the Presbyterian Pope," by some in 

 admiration, by others in derision, of his Calvinistic opinions. It is one of 

 my highest privileges that, for seventeen years, I was permitted to Hve 

 in the closest association with him, for, after my Father's death in De- 

 cember 1S61, my Mother returned to her father's house with her three 

 boys. 



The Grandmother that I never knew, for she died in 1849, was Sarah 

 Bache, a great-granddaughter of Benjamin Franklin, who is thtis my 

 Great-great-great-grandfather. This is, to be sure, a rather attenuated 

 relationship, yet it has frequendy proved of real importance to me. My 

 Grandmother's mother was Catherine Wistar, whose brother, Caspar 

 Wistar, was one of the most famous of American anatomists and. in 

 point of dme, the first of American vertebrate palaeontologists. Dr. 



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