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“He saw the holy wreaths of Fame 
Profaned to deck ignoble brows.” 
Thus far, gentlemen, I have endeavored to describe Pro- 
fessor Hupparp to you as a man of science, — showing 
you the early efforts of his mind, and the eager pursuit of 
knowledge which characterized even his boyhood. We have 
seen what he had accomplished at the age of thirty-nine; and 
alas! how much more he promised for the future which we 
hoped for him. But though all this is done, I feel that the 
more difficult part of my duty to his memory remains un- 
done ; and I approach it with yet greater distrust of my 
ability to do it aright. It is comparatively an easy task to 
trace the working of his mind, and the results of his studies 
but to show him as some of us knew him, as a son, 4 
brother, a friend, a Christian, to do him justice without 
trespassing on that privacy which none valued more highly 
than he, requires a hand of equal delicacy and skill. One 
assistance at least the biographer of HuBBaRD may justly feel 
to be accorded him, —that in that life there is no record to be 
concealed, no page to be glanced at and quickly closed with 
pain. His only choice is what to show, not what to hide. 
Our colleague had a kindly, gentle nature, and an affec- 
tionate regard for all around him. He made his own oppor- 
tunities to help and cheer others, instead of waiting for them. 
Was a friend successful, he rejoiced with a cordiality that 
made him twice happy; in sorrow, he mourned with him, 
and with a sympathy that half lifted off the burden. One of 
the strongest affections of his life was for his mother. He 
showed her not only the natural affection and tenderness of 
a son, the respect due from youth to honorable age, or the 
attachment which old and cherished associations awaken, but. 
to the very last he made her his confidante and counselor. 
His deepest thoughts and highest aspirations, his struggles 
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