Memories of Brown; traditions and recollections gathered from many sources . all special knowledgethereof. For illustrative apparatus in astronomy, mechan-ics, trigonometry there mostly sufficed him a black globe,a lead-pencil and an ink-bottle, and he was withal a lovelysoul and much beloved. Of my freshman ideas concerning the other professors Ican only remember that Professor Clarke made the impres-sion of not telling all he knew; that about the person of theprofessorof chemistry,whoseexperimentsalways succeededand whose work went off with a dash and precision, therehung a certain atmospher
Memories of Brown; traditions and recollections gathered from many sources . all special knowledgethereof. For illustrative apparatus in astronomy, mechan-ics, trigonometry there mostly sufficed him a black globe,a lead-pencil and an ink-bottle, and he was withal a lovelysoul and much beloved. Of my freshman ideas concerning the other professors Ican only remember that Professor Clarke made the impres-sion of not telling all he knew; that about the person of theprofessorof chemistry,whoseexperimentsalways succeededand whose work went off with a dash and precision, therehung a certain atmosphere of clean-cut modernity; thatthe new professor of physics. Professor Blake, gavepromise of bringing in much fresh air with him; and M emories o, Bro wn 297 that Professor Bancroft, though always overworked,was a great exponent of correct style in writing andof pure tone in speaking. He was, as I now know, amost faithful, helpful man. Most of us came to owe himfor definitely useful instruction more than we owed anyother college teacher. His teaching of English literature. View down College Street, 1873 was hopelessly embarrassed by a slavish adherence to ahopeless textbook, but his instruction for writing andspeaking counted for good. The library with its thirty-eight thousand books madea profound impression upon me. Its mysterious alcoveslined to the high ceilings with delicately matched volumes 298 Memories of Brown whose solemn backs proclaimed their worth ; the boxes ofcards on the window-seats which, written in the noblecaligraphy of the librarian, presented an array of titledopportunities for learning such as my eye had never seen;the loving care of Dr. Guild as he patted the backs of thebooks on the shelves and constrained them to euphuisticorder; the story of the rare editions and wonderful col-lections which the librarian was glad to tell, even to fresh-men— all these combined to make the library in my eyesby far the most dignified and worshipful department ofthe col
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