pers rang with the horrors of student Hfe at Princeton; the news went 

 all over the world. The London Saturday Review made the abominable 

 goings-on "in a college at a town called Princetown," the text for a ser- 

 mon condemning everything American. Two years later, I encountered 

 the same sort of thing in Germany. 



There can be no doubt that this irresponsible mendacity on the part 

 of the newspapers retarded Princeton's growth for many years and, 

 when it was reenforced by the typhoid epidemic of 1880, the effect was 

 that of a smashing, stunning blow. Dr. McCosh must have been in 

 despair to see the fruit of his labours destroyed by the wanton folly 

 of a few boys, assisted, as it was in 1880, by the dense and inexcusable 

 ignorance of the medical profession. But, if so, he made no moan and 

 never lost courage; I never heard him say a word that even hinted at 

 discouragement and, to the very end, he held his head high and un- 

 dismayed. 



The second half of our graduate year was almost entirely devoted to 

 the study of the fossils which we had collected in the Bridger basin 

 and to the preparation of a report upon them. The pen-drawings, with 

 which the Report is illustrated, were, with one exception, made by 

 Osborn, who had decided talents in that direction. The text was written 

 by all three of us, with so much mutual consultation that I cannot now 

 distinguish the work of one author from that of another. We kept run- 

 ning to Philadelphia for consultations with Leidy and Cope, who gave 

 us much valuable advice. Cope changed his attitude entirely from the 

 repellent position he had adopted when first we met him, and threw 

 open his great collections for our use. He also paid several visits to 

 Princeton to examine our material and show us how to determine it. 

 Our work brought us much into contact with the curator. Dr. F. C. 

 Hill, who was blessed with a delightful sense of humour. Though I 

 knew him intimately till his death in 1890, I never heard the end of 

 his stories. 



While nearly all our time was devoted to the Bridger fossils, we kept 

 up our work in philosophy with Dr. McCosh, and with Sloane we read 

 Cicero's philosophical works. We regularly attended the Doctor's 

 "Library Meetings" and I, alone of the Triumvirate, had the distin- 

 guished honour of being invited to read the paper at one of these meet- 

 ings. It would have been better had I not been so distinguished, for 

 my effort gained me no applause and, in combination with my lament- 

 able Chapel Stage oration, rather put me into Dr. McCosh's black 



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