﻿William 
  G-ilson 
  Farloiv. 
  95 
  

  

  the 
  crab, 
  rapid, 
  but 
  not 
  straightforward; 
  or, 
  like 
  the 
  

   squid, 
  may 
  not 
  the 
  emission 
  of 
  a 
  large 
  amount 
  of 
  

   printer's 
  ink 
  really 
  conceal 
  a 
  backward 
  movement." 
  

  

  In 
  his 
  earlier 
  life, 
  especially, 
  Dr. 
  Farlow 
  often 
  gave 
  

   the 
  impression 
  of 
  being 
  overbiting 
  and 
  sarcastic 
  in 
  his 
  

   condemnation 
  of 
  what 
  appeared 
  to 
  him 
  to 
  be 
  pretension 
  

   and 
  superficiality, 
  and 
  he 
  had 
  many 
  pet 
  aversions 
  — 
  

   people 
  who 
  thank 
  one 
  in 
  advance 
  for 
  favors, 
  or 
  are 
  un- 
  

   able 
  to 
  find 
  time 
  to 
  spell 
  "through" 
  correctly 
  — 
  and 
  his 
  

   often 
  amusing 
  tendency 
  to 
  view 
  people, 
  and 
  things 
  in 
  

   general, 
  with 
  a 
  comprehensive 
  pessimism 
  might 
  have 
  led 
  

   one 
  to 
  conclude 
  that 
  he 
  believed 
  most 
  things 
  in 
  this 
  world 
  

   to 
  be 
  sadly 
  out 
  of 
  joint. 
  Those 
  who 
  understood 
  and 
  

   knew 
  him 
  well, 
  however, 
  did 
  not 
  need 
  to 
  be 
  told 
  that 
  this 
  

   habit 
  was 
  a 
  mannerism, 
  of 
  little 
  real 
  import; 
  and 
  that 
  

   beneath 
  it 
  lay 
  warm 
  feeling, 
  understanding 
  and 
  apprecia- 
  

   tion, 
  and 
  an 
  unbounded 
  readiness 
  to 
  be 
  of 
  service. 
  

  

  There 
  have 
  been 
  few 
  members 
  of 
  the 
  academic 
  family 
  

   at 
  Harvard 
  whose 
  individuality 
  was 
  more 
  cleanly 
  cut 
  

   than 
  that 
  of 
  Dr. 
  Farlow, 
  or 
  whose 
  aspect 
  marked 
  him 
  

   more 
  clearly 
  as 
  one 
  of 
  the 
  elect; 
  a 
  personality 
  quite 
  

   apart 
  from 
  the 
  more 
  commonplace 
  entities 
  who 
  tend 
  to 
  

   predominate 
  in 
  the 
  human 
  race. 
  Even 
  those 
  to 
  whom 
  he 
  

   was 
  not 
  personally 
  known 
  cannot 
  but 
  miss 
  his 
  familiar 
  

   figure 
  : 
  small, 
  slightly 
  stooping 
  in 
  later 
  years 
  ; 
  his 
  strik- 
  

   ing 
  features 
  somewhat 
  downcast 
  as 
  if 
  his 
  thoughts 
  were 
  

   far 
  away 
  from 
  his 
  immediate 
  surroundings, 
  little 
  of 
  

   which, 
  however, 
  escaped 
  his 
  quick 
  side-glance 
  ; 
  a 
  sheaf 
  of 
  

   papers 
  or 
  books 
  under 
  his 
  arm, 
  as 
  he 
  walked 
  rapidly 
  from 
  

   his 
  house 
  in 
  Quincy 
  Street 
  to 
  the 
  Museum, 
  where 
  not 
  

   many 
  days 
  passed, 
  even 
  till 
  within 
  a 
  few 
  weeks 
  of 
  his 
  

   death, 
  that 
  did 
  not 
  find 
  him 
  there 
  and 
  at 
  work. 
  To 
  his 
  

   friends, 
  it 
  will 
  be 
  difficult 
  to 
  realize 
  that 
  this 
  striking 
  per- 
  

   sonality, 
  with 
  its 
  stores 
  of 
  learning, 
  wit, 
  humor, 
  kindli- 
  

   ness 
  and 
  sympathy 
  is 
  a 
  memory 
  only. 
  

  

  EOLAND 
  ThAXTEB. 
  

  

  