the abortive revolution of 1848. Condemned to death by a court martial, 

 they had had to flee for their lives. The General escaped to England and 

 his brother went through Russia into Central Asia, where he was held 

 captive for many years. Arrived in this country, the General supported 

 himself by teaching until the outbreak of the Civil War, when he 

 promptly volunteered and, being a trained soldier, rose rapidly in rank, 

 until he became Colonel of the 2nd New Jersey Cavalry. In 1865 he was 

 mustered out with the rank of Brigadier General. After a brief career in 

 the regular army he resigned and became professor of modern lan- 

 guages in Princeton, a post which he held till his death in 1890. My most 

 intimate association with him was during the first Western expedition, 

 when he had charge of our division in Wyoming, where we all grew to 

 be much attached to him. I shall have more to say of him in my account 

 of that expedition. 



My Grandfather's secretary was a theological student named Caspar 

 Rene Gregory, who soon afterward went to Leipsic and spent the 

 remainder of his life there, becoming a German subject and a professor 

 in the University. He acquired a great reputation as an authority on 

 New Testament Greek and was made Tischendorf's successor. He liked 

 to remain in the house at his work till very late at night and, by giving 

 me lessons in Greek grammar, he bribed my Mother to sit up and lock 

 the doors after him. 



While in school and thrown into companionship with other boys, I 

 learned to play games, especially baseball, to which I was devoted and 

 played whenever I got a chance on school nines, or merely "scrub" 

 aggregations. More than once we all walked to Lawrenceville, five 

 miles, played a game with the seventh or eighth nine of that school and 

 then walked home again. Could there be more eloquent proof of my 

 devotion to the game? In spite of my enthusiasm for the game and 

 assiduous practice of it, I never rose above mediocrity as a player, nor 

 did I do much better in any other sport. I learned to swim and to ride 

 and more even than baseball I loved the horses. Thanks to the unstinted 

 kindness of my uncle. Colonel Stockton, I was able to enjoy a great deal 

 of riding, exploring every road for miles around Princeton. My rides 

 were always solitary and I narrowly escaped some ugly accidents from 

 having my horses fall with me. For shooting I never cared, though, 

 perforce, I learned how to handle a rifle. The Morven woods and pond, 

 the orchards and stables were my royal domain, which I exploited to the 

 full, but would have enjoyed more, had I not been so much alone. After 

 the apples had been brought in for the winter, I subsisted chiefly upon 



