Facts respecting an old arm-chair.  At Cambridge.  Is kept in the College there.  Seems but little the worse for wear.  That’s remarkable when I say It was old in President Holyoke’s day.  (One of his boys, perhaps you know, Died, at one hundred, years ago.) He took lodging for rain or shine Under green bed-clothes in ’69.

  Know old Cambridge?  Hope you do.—­
  Born there?  Don’t say so!  I was, too. 
  (Born in a house with a gambrel-roof,—­
  Standing still, if you must have proof.—­
  “Gambrel?—­Gambrel?”—­Let me beg
  You’ll look at a horse’s hinder leg,—­
  First great angle above the hoof,—­
  That’s the gambrel; hence gambrel-roof.)
  —­Nicest place that ever was seen,—­
  Colleges red and Common green,
  Sidewalks brownish with trees between. 
  Sweetest spot beneath the skies
  When the canker-worms don’t rise,—­
  When the dust, that sometimes flies
  Into your mouth and ears and eyes,
  In a quiet slumber lies,
  Not in the shape of unbaked pies
  Such as barefoot children prize.

  A kind of harbor it seems to be,
  Facing the flow of a boundless sea. 
  Bows of gray old Tutors stand
  Ranged like rocks above the sand;
  Rolling beneath them, soft and green,
  Breaks the tide of bright sixteen,—­
  One wave, two waves, three waves, four,
  Sliding up the sparkling floor;
  Then it ebbs to flow no more,
  Wandering off from shore to shore
  With its freight of golden ore! 
  —­Pleasant place for boys to play;—­
  Better keep your girls away;
  Hearts get rolled as pebbles do
  Which countless fingering waves pursue,
  And every classic beach is strown
  With heart-shaped pebbles of blood-red stone.

  But this is neither here nor there;—­
  I’m talking about an old arm-chair. 
  You’ve heard, no doubt, of PARSON TURELL? 
  Over at Medford he used to dwell;
  Married one of the Mather’s folk;
  Got with his wife a chair of oak,—­
  Funny old chair, with seat like wedge,
  Sharp behind and broad front edge,—­
  One of the oddest of human things,
  Turned all over with knobs and rings,—­
  But heavy, and wide, and deep, and grand,—­
  Fit for the worthies of the land,—­
  Chief-Justice Sewall a cause to try in,
  Or Cotton Mather to sit—­and lie—­in,
  —­Parson Turell bequeathed the same
  To a certain student,—­SMITH by name;
  These were the terms, as we are told: 
  “Saide Smith saide Chaire to have and holde;
  When he doth graduate, then to passe
  To ye oldest Youth in ye Senior Classe,
  On payment of”—­(naming a certain sum)—­
  “By him to whom ye Chaire shall come;
  He to ye oldest Senior next,
  And soe forever,”—­(thus runs the text,)—­
  “But one Crown lesse then he gave to claime,
  That being his Debte for use of same.”