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of his letters to his old friend Mr. Wright, written 
from Africa : — 
“ R. P. C. is a place with many happy memories. 
My thoughts go back with longing to days passed 
there, and linger over many a scene at dear old 
coll. About the pleasantest recollections are our 
after-supper reunions, our cocoa and chats till 12.0 
or 2.0 over the fire, alternately in ‘ the centre 
and down east’ It is all ordinary to you still, 
I suppose, but the terms ‘ east ’ and ‘ centre ’ have a 
charming sound to me. Dear old fellow ! How jolly 
it all was ! Such days will never be mine again. 
Who has that old room of mine ? Don’t I envy him ! 
How I should like just six more months of college 
life ! Wouldn’t I prize it now ! . . . I was greatly 
excited over Rob’s (another fellow-student) letter, and 
can scarcely describe the mixture of emotions with 
which I hear about R. P. C. matters. I ’ll just send a 
line to Rob — dear fellow ! 
‘ Fond Memory ! 
When all things fail we fly to thee. 
And bid thee bring us back the years, 
The friends, the scenes we love so well, 
E’en our sorrows. Time endears ; 
Breathe upon us thy loving spell.’ 
So we used to sing at Camden Road, but not till 
I came here did I feel the power of the words.” 
The concluding sentiments of this letter are too 
fine to withhold : — 
‘‘ I linger over this letter somehow, and were it not 
for other letters, I daresay I should go on and on, but 
I must stop. 
“Your face is as distinct as possible, and I almost 
feel the grasp of your hand, and I can scarcely see to 
write, as I think of the distance between us, and of 
how long it will be before we meet again. But in 
thought and in prayer you are near to me. I feel 
proud and happy in having your friendship, which 
I know has done me good. I can appreciate the 
