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 needed a leader. I organized a rebellion which proved to be a revolution. William White Wiltbank, a great-grandson of Bishop White, who had been out in the war and who had written a paper for the Atlantic Monthly, who years later sat on the Bench with me, and who, for some reason, was a persona non grata, helped in the movement. We selected as a candidate for the presidency James Lanman Harmar, a very able man, a grandson of General Josiah Harmar of the Revolutionary Army, and I ran with him for the vice-presidency. Samuel S. Hollingsworth made the speeches and I led the opposing forces. Harmar was elected over Darling, but was drowned at Bar Harbor before he had taken his seat and I became the president, a reward which ordinarily would have gone, and ought to have gone, to Darling.

Hollingsworth and I became fast friends. Of Quaker ancestry, with dark eyes and stocky in build, combative in temperament, with the power to think accurately, he never flinched in a struggle, and he was one of those few men who never say anything but the truth, even though it be uncomplimentary and said in the presence of the person concerned. He went into councils and did good service in the improvement of affairs, moving around with the boys while at the same time retaining his association with the gentry. A few years later, as a trustee of the University of Pennsylvania, it was my fortune to aid in selecting him for a professorship in that institution. It was his hope to reach the Supreme Court of the United States, but in the very prime of life, while rugged as an oak, he died of typhoid fever. Since experience only comes with long exercise of the faculties, and since in a dull world time is required to gain an appreciation of merit, the gift of long life is one of the essentials of any real success.

When I came to the bar, Horace Binney could occasionally be seen upon the street, but he had long retired from practice. William M. Meredith could be heard at rare 118