in the air, with his rifle. You may kill him, but he will certainly kill you. We have heard your father preach. He was an excellent man. What other family friends have you?" "I have one of the best mothers on earth, and nine brothers and sisters." "Are they all professors of religion?" "Yes, all but myself." "I hope you will prepare to meet your God if you persist in going on with this duel." "Men of my region never back down." "I will try to help you. We have decided that the weapons shall be rifles; the place, the college gymnasium; the time, 12 o'clock at night. The rifles are at our rooms, and you are to meet us there at 10 o'clock P. M."

The seconds charged both rifles with powder and wad only. The challenged student came in first, and was found by his opponent reading a newspaper and humming a tune. The challenger walked the room with downcast looks for some time. Finally he says, "Brother, can't we settle this in some other way?" "That will depend upon the spirit that you show; you have greatly insulted me." "What, my dear brother, would satisfy you?" "That you say you are sorry that you have treated me so ungentlemanly and meanly." "Oh! I never can say that, — I never can say that!" "Then expect sure I shall take your heart's blood to-night at twelve o'clock," and turned to reading his newspaper. The challenged student at about II o'clock said to the second, "Bring on your rifles. Are they sure fire?" "Yes; we snapped twelve caps consecutively." "Take your choice; a rifle is a rifle with me." "Are they both charged alike?" "Yes." The challenger continued to walk the room. He said, "I think your terms are rather hard" (weeping). "I shall give you no better terms." The seconds said, "It is time to go to the grove, that we may be there in season." The challenger walked slowly and sadly, following his opponent to the place selected.

They were placed back to back, and directed to march twelve paces, keeping time with the bell, and then to turn.

and fire at each other. When they had marched six paces, the challenger said, "Stop, brother!" and ran up to him, saying, "If I must say it, I must. I am sorry I have treated you so ungentlemanly and meanly." "Oh, all right; it is now settled."

One Saturday afternoon, some half-dozen of us, seniors, concluded to go to School Meadows and fish for pickerel. As it was a little out of town, the college law required that we should have leave from some of the faculty. They had all left town. We concluded to risk it, and ask leave when we returned. I was carrying a large string of pickerel, as we met Prof. Solomon Peck and wife in a carriage. My classmates said, "You are the oldest one; get us excused." The professor met us with a smile, saying, "Gentlemen, you have had fine luck." I then said, "Professor Peck, the law that students should not leave town without permission, we concluded, like the higher law, was made for the lawless and disobedient, and not for such honest fellows as we are; nevertheless, to make the thing sure, we tried to find some of the faculty, who ventured to leave town without consulting us, and we concluded to follow their example as they are excellent men, and leave without consulting them. Now if you think we need any excuse, please give it."

With a smile he said, "You are all excused," while his wife was convulsed with laughter, and the professor, too.

Between Amherst and Hadley was a large meadow that in the January thaw was filled with water. When frozen over it made a fine skating rink of about half a mile in length. To this, one Saturday, as we had no studies on that day, about a score of us classmates decided to go. One of my class had a patent pair of skates like mine, which gave us both vantage ground. About half way down the meadow, was a fence frozen in with three or four rails above the ice. I boastingly said, "I challenge you all to catch me e're we get to the end of the meadow." The student with patent skates, was the only one who kept

near me. We both jumped the fence, and as I came near the lower end of the meadow, I saw two large brush heaps, a little ways apart, and in making an effort to skate between them, the ice broke through, and plunged me into the brush heap. My classmate, coming with lightning speed at a little different angle, broke through the ice, and came against me, driving me still farther into the rotten brush heap. I tore the iron out of one of my skates when I fell. We lay there laughing, and the rest in the rear set up a shouting; we were so full of mirth we did not rise immediately. "Are you hurt?" was the cry. "No, but we have spoiled the farmer's brush heap for him." Taking up my broken skate, I said "Good afternoon, gentlemen, so much for bragging and racing." "Where are you going?" said they. "Back to college to discipline my imagination in reviewing logarithms and conic sections."

In 1831, I entered Newton Theological Seminary. In my first year there I superintended a Baptist Sabbathschool in Watertown, Mass. At the same time teaching a Bible class, and acting as a pastor as far as I could. We students were not allowed then to preach oftener than once in three weeks. The Sabbath-school was greatly enlarged, and a revival commenced in my Bible class, and extended into the parish, which brought a goodly number into the church. In making efforts to enlarge the Sabbath-school I caught a severe cold which so settled on my lungs, that I was obliged to go home for a little season. The parish

sent a man with horse and carriage to carry me home. I announced the Sabbath when I would bid the Sabbathschool adieu. By an arrangement the Sabbath-school had made, on giving the parting hand to teachers and scholars, each one dropped a piece of silver in my hand. On approaching the Bible class I had given me a purse of near twenty dollars. All the presents amounted to very near one hundred dollars. With this were presented the following lines, dated March 4, 1833, from one of the Bible class: