8 PROFESSOR HENRY AND THE 



How different the reality ! In the maturity of a 

 perfect manhood he stood : 



" A combination, and a form indeed, 

 Where every God did seem to set his seal, 

 To give the world assurance of a man." 



His clear and delicate complexion, flushed with 

 perfect health, bloomed with hues that maidenhood 

 might envy. Upon his splendid front, neither 

 time, nor corroding care, nor blear-eyed envy, 

 had written a wrinkle, or left a cloud ; it was 

 fair and pure as monumental alabaster. His 

 erect and noble form, firmly and gracefully 

 poised, would have afforded to an artist an ideal 

 model for an Apollo. The joy of conflict and of 

 triumph beamed from his countenance a conflict 

 in which, for years, he had struggled with the 

 phantoms that guard the hidden treasures of 

 nature, and had ever been victorious. And above 

 all, surmounting all, infinite charity and gentle- 

 ness like the charity and gentleness of a loving 

 mother for her erring children. 



To him the youthful student bowed down in 

 profound admiration. To him, and to his memory, 

 for nearly fifty years, he has clung with ever-in- 

 creasing love and affection. And now that seven 

 years have passed away since death severed the 

 bond strengthened by a life-time of intimacy, 

 he recurs with fondest memories to the many 

 happy occasions when it was his good fortune 



