“As I look back on the influence of this struggle for books I cannot deny that it has been salutary. I do not believe that I spent ten dollars in all my college course for horses or amusements of any kind. But at my graduation I owned about fifty volumes. The getting of these volumes was not the least important element of my college education. There are two kinds of property which tend to _moralize_ life. What they are I will tell you some other time, if you will coax me.” His reading, as we have said, was very largely of the old English writers, whom he studied until the flavor of their language had been so thoroughly appropriated that it is very plainly discernible in all his early public writings. An old poet, Daniel, who belonged to the times of Spenser and Shakspere, was a great favorite of his. In a sermon preached in 1862 he quotes the poem that especially pleased him. We quote it entire with his introduction, and venture to say that the mind that makes choice of such a poem is sound and healthy at the core: “I remembered a poem that I had read in my youth, and that I used to hang over with great interest. It had a strange fascination for me then. The writer was born in 1562, and he wrote it somewhere between that time and 1600. It has had a good long swing, and it will go rolling down a great many years yet: “‘He that of such a height hath built his mind, And reared the dwelling of his thoughts so strong, As neither fear nor hope can shake the frame Of his resolvèd powers, nor all the wind Of vanity or malice pierce to wrong His settled peace or to disturb the same— What a fair seat hath he, from whence he may The boundless wastes and wilds of man survey? “‘And with how free an eye doth he look down Upon these lower regions of turmoil! Where all the storms of passions mainly beat On flesh and blood; where honor, power, renown Are only gay afflictions, golden toil; Where greatness stands upon as feeble feet As frailty doth, and only great doth seem To little minds, who do it so esteem. “‘He looks upon the mightiest monarch’s wars But only as on stately robberies; Where evermore the fortune that prevails Must be the right; the ill-succeeding mars The fairest and the best-fac’d enterprise. Great pirate Pompey lesser pirates quails: Justice, he sees (as if seduced), still Conspires with power, whose cause must not be ill.