see a Democratic cousin, of my own age, snatching it from my hand and 

 trampling it under foot in a paroxysm of rage. This performance greatly 

 amused the family, despite their stanch adherence to Lincoln. 



Of 1865, of course, the ending of the Civil War and the assassination 

 of Lincoln were the outstanding facts. Partly because I was growing 

 older and also because of the profound impression produced upon those 

 around me, these events have remained most clearly in my memory. I 

 still can see the band of Seminary students who gathered before my 

 Grandfather's study door to sing, not jubilantly or triumphantly, but in 

 solemn thankfulness, when the news of Lee's surrender arrived. These 

 glad tidings were speedily followed by the account of the President's 

 assassination, which caused the greatest grief and consternation in the 

 family and our house, Uke almost every other building in Princeton, was 

 draped in black. Wilkes Booth immediately became a figure of dread in 

 my imagination and in my dreams. 



By this time the family had been much reduced in number; the 

 cousins and uncles had finished their studies and left us. The daily 

 routine of the household went on with very little change from year to 

 year and that is the principal reason why I find it difficult to place many 

 events according to their dates. My Grandfather came downstairs in his 

 dressing gown, shaved and put on his voluminous white tie in the 

 study; then followed prayers and breakfast. At eleven o'clock, he went 

 to his lecture, always accompanied by "Tip," a remarkably intelligent, 

 little black-and-tan terrier, brought from South CaroHna by Uncle David 

 Hunter. Tip, who was known to the students as "Schleiermacher," was 

 a very important member of the family and displayed remarkable intelli- 

 gence and he knew the eleven o'clock bell as well as any one and before 

 my Grandfather made any move to obey the summons, Tip was all 

 excitement and insisted that his master should start immediately. 



When the eleven o'clock bell began to ring, my Grandfather would 

 put on the coat which he wore for the remainder of the day. Nearly all 

 the elderly gentlemen of tiiat time wore a "swallowtail," entirely Uke 

 the modern dress coat; black broadcloth was the unchanging material 

 from year to year. Like almost every one else in Princeton, we dined at 

 1:30 and had "tea," or supper, at 6:30. Evening prayers at ten o'clock 

 ended the day and then my grandparents went to bed, though the other 

 members of the family did as they pleased about that. Sundays were 

 dismal to us boys, however the "grown-ups" may have felt. In term-time 

 we went to the Seminary chapel, in vacation to the First Church, and, 

 for me, there was Sunday School and when I grew old enough, evening 



