relaxation, and for his work in life warm devotion to the study of letters.  How scanty were the opportunities in this way at that period may be seen from his difficulties in getting any knowledge of German after his graduation from Dartmouth College, and when he had just given up his brief practice of the law.  His teacher was an Alsatian, who knew his own pronunciation was bad; he was able to borrow a grammar from Mr. Everett, but he had to send to New Hampshire for a dictionary; and the only book he had to read was a copy of Werther belonging to John Quincy Adams, then in Europe, which he managed to borrow from the gentleman who had Mr. Adams’s books under his care at the Athenaeeum.  This was in 1814, and already he had made up his mind to go to Germany and profit by the advantages offered by the universities of that country.  With regard to the education he had already acquired, it is evident that he had learned more by private study than by following the courses of the college which had given him a degree.  But before visiting other countries he determined to make himself familiar with his own, and for that purpose he made a journey to Washington and Virginia, seeing on his way, at New York, one of the earliest ships of war moved by steam, and in Philadelphia meeting John Randolph, whom he describes carefully in one of his letters to his father.  At Washington he dined with President Madison, who was in considerable anxiety at the time (January 21, 1815) about the fate of New Orleans.  He gives a dreary picture of the state festivities.  The President, he says, “sometimes laughed, and I was glad to hear it, but his face was always grave.  He talked of religious sects and parties, and was curious to know how the cause of liberal Christianity stood with us, and if the Athanasian creed was well received by our Episcopalians....  He talked of education and its prospects, of the progress of improvement among us, and once or twice he gave it a political aspect, though with great caution.”  In Virginia he visited Thomas Jefferson at Monticello, and this eminent man seems to have taken a great fancy to his young visitor, who gave his father a full account of his host and his ways.  The details are too long to quote, but those who turn to the book will find that Mr. Ticknor began early to observe people, and that, although his descriptions, even in his youth, show a lack of imagination, they are yet made lifelike by his patient, unwearying elaboration of details.  How full, for instance, is his account of Lord Jeffrey, written to one of his friends in 1814.  Such letters have gone out of fashion now, when it is more frequent to sum up the characters of our visitors in epigrams than in long essays, as Mr. Ticknor has here done.  This first star, who in comparison with many of Mr. Ticknor’s later acquaintances was one of very modest magnitude, made his unexpected, comet-like appearance in Boston on his way to New York to marry an American woman.  It is easy to believe what Mr. Ticknor says in his long account of him, that “while he flatters by his civility those who are little accustomed to attention from his superiors, he disappoints the reasonable expectations of those who have received the homage of all around them until it has become a part of their just expectations and claims.”