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��ence. Copy after Trumbull, by E. Billings. Presented by Josiah Calef Bartlett, now of Taunton, Mass. — a kinsman.

Hon. Ira A. Eastman, ll. d., class of 1829. An original by U. D. Ten- ney. Presented to the college by his widow, Mrs. Eastman. Trustee of the college from 1859 to 1880.

Hon. J. EvEREiT Sargent, ll. d., class of 1840. An original by U. D. Tenney. Presented by Mr. Sargent. He was chief justice of the supreme court of New Hampshire.

Rev. Ezra E. Adams, d. d., class of 1836. A plaster cast. Presented by his widow, Mrs. Adams.

John Wheelock, ll. d., class of 1 771 (second president of the col- lege). Painted by U. D. Tenney, from material furnished by Hon. Dan- iel Blaisdell. Presented by Gov. B. F. Prescott.

Rev. Daniel Dana, d. d., class of

��1788 (fourth president of the college). A copy by Thomas A. Lawson, of Lowell, Mass., after an original by same artist. Presented by Hon. Nathan Crosby, ll. d., of Lowell.

Prof. Clement Long, d. d., class of 1828. An original by V. D. Ten- ney. Presented by several pupils of Prof. Long.

Hon. Anthony Colby. Governor of the state, and a trustee. Original by U. D. Tenney. Copy by same artist. Presented by Gen. Daniel E. Colby, of New London — a son.

George G. Fogg, ll. d., class of 1839. Secretary of state in 1S46 ; U. S. minister to Switzerland from 1861 to 1S65 ; Ll". S. senator from 1866 to 1 86 7. Presented by George G. Edgerly — a nephew.

Daniel M. Christie, ll. d., class of 1815. LI". S. district attorney for New Hampshire in 1828. Presented by his children.

��TN£ OLD NORTH CHURCH, BOSTON.

��BY FRANK G. HARRI1\L\N.

��Having contemplated attending divine services some day in this ancient edifice, we set out, on the last Sunday morning in September, under an um- brella and slouched hat, the day being rainy and lurid, to accomplish the object. We made our way down Hanover into Salem street, which, not- withstanding the inclemency of the weather, presented its usual quota of men, women and children, who flocked in the alleys, tried to shield themselves from the mist and rain in the door- ways, or indulged in vagaries on the narrow side walk. It was with some difficulty that the gauntlet was run, re- quiring considerable caution (clothed as we were in our best Sunday suit) to avoid being smeared by coming in contact with that frisky, filthy, tatterde- malion tribe. We passed the Little Wanderers' Home, but concluded,

��from appearances just described, that the little wanderers were out. We could hear the bell calling us to wor- ship ; but as we could see no spire, wondered where it could be, till we stood at the very door and saw now and then a worshiper entering. With a peculiar reverence we passed, with others, under the ancient vine-covered portal. The sexton, not being over employed, without delay showed us into one of the old-fashioned, high, strait-backed box-pews. We closed the high door and buttoned it, as though we wished to be left to our- selves, and without any thought of sacrilege commenced our meditations and observations. The first thing no- ticed was the absence of stained glass. All the light there was from a cloud- wrapped sun, save what was debarred by the proximity of brick walls, came

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