on being prompted by a friend.  One of these derelicts, the son of a famous brewer, gave us a laugh which no member of the class can have forgotten.  He was known for drinking enormous quantities of his father’s beer and sleeping even in class; and when the question put him was, “Who was the reputed inventor of poetry amongst the Greeks?” he had no answer till the man behind him whispered, “Orpheus.”  He caught it badly, and roared, “Morpheus.”  The laugh that followed stopped recitation for ten minutes.  A laugh in a large class had a curious way of going on indefinitely.

Until we reached the senior year, and came under the direct care of the old doctor, there was nothing in the course to awaken special ambitions.  The honors, determined chiefly by the marks given at the end of the term, being mainly the reward of a diligence rather stupid than otherwise, as a rule were regarded with great indifference, and, for the most part, fell to the men who “poled” most assiduously, and got the best marks for attention, diligence, and correct recitation of the set tasks.  As I look back on the life and work of that period, it seems to me that it was most unintelligently spent, and when I reached my senior year, and came under the direct stimulus of Dr. Nott, I recognized that, so far as the true education was concerned, I had wasted two years, and had I been master of my future I should have been inclined to go back to the beginning and repeat the three years’ course of study under the new light, and with a recognition of the purpose of higher study, for I saw that all that I had gained was little more than parrot learning.  The doctor indeed tried to make us think, and he used to say that the textbook was a matter of entire indifference, and that he would as soon have a book of riddles as Kames’s “Elements of Criticism,” so long as he could make us think out our conclusions.  With him our recitations were a perpetual contest of our wits against his; he showed us the shallowness of our acquisitions, and dissected mercilessly both textbook and the responses to the questions which he had drawn from it, admitting nothing and pushing the pupil perpetually into the deeper water as soon as he began to think his foot had touched firm land.  The first term under the doctor brought up every intellectual faculty I possessed, and I suppose it was to this intense appreciation of his leading that I owed his friendship and partiality in the following years.  So far as the influence of school can go, I owe to him the best of my education, and especially the perception of the meaning of the word itself.  In the senior year I turned back in my life and sought not to hasten, but to linger in the precincts of study, and the imperious necessity of getting to the only occupation which would give me the independence I desired, alone deterred me from a post-graduate course of study to compensate for the inadequacy of the past years.